OK, so offering a gun with the purchase of something or other isn’t exactly new any more. It’s usually a car dealer offering an AK or other gun with the purchase of a new pick-‘em up truck or other vehicle. But that doesn’t make the offer of a free heater any less of a draw. And it seems to be a pretty good PR generating program too…
No not really. But the point is obvious enough: there’s a direct connection between disarmament, discrimination and death. The fact that the Italian Jews in the movie—destined for concentration camps—never mention guns or armed self-defense tells you volumes about the human ability to live in Condition White. We are infinitely capable of ignoring the truth, even as it threatens to destroy us. To the point of absurdity. For example, the first line in the story More than 150 guns turned in by Staten Island residents: “One less gun is another opportunity gone.” Yes! An opportunity for self-defense. An opportunity for people besieged by criminal violence to take back the streets— simply by defending themselves. silive.com’s bias against guns is so blatant they don’t even know they’re doing it . . .
Here at TTAG, we love the lowly Mosin-Nagant. I waxed historical about it last September, and Ralph just taught you all you need to know about its care, grooming and feeding. From buttplate to bayonet, the cheap and ugly Russian utters a sturdy Proletariat challenge: Mock me at your peril, capitalist pig! Today’s object of desire is built on a Mosin-Nagant action, but it is neither cheap, ugly, nor Russian.
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The bill that would ban open carry in the state that time forgot California has landed on Governor Jerry Brown’s desk. While gun owners statewide sit on the edges of their seats, Governor Moonbeam, a gun owner himself, hasn’t indicated whether or not he’ll sign the bill into law. If he does, the once-golden state would be the first since 1987 to outlaw open carry.
Members of TTAG’s Armed Intelligenstsia are bound to recognize this thingie. So I’m looking for the firearm. Well, actually, I found it. And now it’s mine. But what is it? I’ve got a box of Honady Critical Defense .357 ammo for the first person that IDs the gun. [TTAG writers are excluded from this competition, Nick.] UPDATE: Ed nailed it right from the git-go. It’s the peep sight on an Anschutz Modell Match 64 in 22LR. Make the jump for a pic of the rifle. Review to follow.
A good friend of mine posted about his dog on Facebook. He claimed police shot his best friend without provocation [not shown]. According to my pal, he and his wife were out on a Saturday afternoon. When their young son opened the front door to the house the family dog escaped. A neighbor jogging in the area found the family pet. The good Samaritan went back to his home to grab a leash. As the neighbor and my friend’s dog were walking back to the neighbor’s house, a stray cat happened by. The dog, being a dog, chased the cat. The dog won this particular encounter in the endless battle between canine and feline. Someone called the police . . .
I’m not a big fan of that “I carry a gun when I’m going somewhere dangerous” thing. Bad things can happen to good people any time, any place. Even when you’re in the shower. Just ask Carrie. (Although it seems to have worked out well for Bobby Ewing.) But I’ve re-arsenaled a bit recently. I no longer carry a flashlight or a knife or pepper spray. But I do carry the Kimber PepperBlaster II above—when I walk the Schnauzers. I want to be able to defend them without shooting anyone’s prized pooch or one of them big ass hawks that’s constantly wheeling overhead (next to the black helicopter). I suppose I should carry it generally, but there’s just too much stuff! When winter comes, I’ll reconsider. But maybe not. I mean, how do you train to decide which level of force to use and how to transition between the two?
The Mosin Nagant 91/30 is an historic artifact, and a fun shooter. Inspecting the rifle, checking the headspace and firing pin depth, and removing cosmoline were covered in Parts 1 and 2. Now it’s time to tune it up. Some owners have lugged this heavyweight rifle to the range, only to discover that their 91/30 couldn’t put a round in a rain barrel at 100 feet. That’s when they start to tear the gun apart or beat it like a redheaded mule. Don’t! With just a little effort, it’s possible to wring out some extra performance from a 91/30 and make it a nice shooter . . .
The world is demonstrably dangerous. Any possibility of a threat of harm to my children is reason enough for me to be willing and able to defend them. As for my wife, I believe that as a husband, I bear responsibility to her and she to me. I also believe something that I cannot back up with any statistics. A human male does not deserve to be called a man unless he is willing to live, die and possibly kill for the well-being and defense of his wife and children. A woman of character must also shoulder the same responsibility. The Editor of this site refers to people of all colors, creeds and genders who hold this belief as “Armed Intelligentia.” I like that . . .
When I was a kid, I liked two things. Tonka trucks and playing cowboy & Injuns. I spent lots of hours in a sand box using Tonka’s earth-moving equipment to build roads, dig trenches or haul topsoil. And when I wasn’t doing that, I was wearing my twin six-shooters and a Stetson, making sure law and order ruled the back yard and plugging my brothers and sister when they got out of line. God knows they deserved it. Now, thriving businesses let middle-aged people with disposable income re-live their childhoods (think baseball fantasy camps and kickball leagues). And a business has sprung up in – where else? – Las Vegas that could just as well be called back yard fantasy camp…
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“My Mom’s going to kill me.” From your lips to God’s ears. No seriously. WTAF? Scotch on the rocks? Everyone knows gangstas drink a blend of Alize Bleu and Cristal.
A fan went a little crazy with a stun gun at at NFL game on the tenth anniversary of 9/11, attended by former U.S. President George Bush (no less). And so the league hath decreed that all 32 teams will now implement “enhanced” pat-down (EPD) procedures for all fans entering their stadia. For those of you unfamiliar with groping euphemisms, security guards will no longer restrict themselves to waist-up contact. They will know do a full ankle to [large] head pat-down. “The enhanced security procedures recommended by our office . . . will further increase the safety of fans but will require some additional time,” NFL spokesman Brian McCarthy assured. “We encourage fans to come early, enjoy their tailgating tradition, and be patient as they enter the stadium.” Is it worth it? Does the EPD put you off? Before you answer, remember our story about a cop murdered by a patted-down perp who hid a small gun under layers of clothing. OK, go.
