Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Dulce Et Decorum Est (Yee Arrested)

State Senator Leland Yee doesn't think people in his state should be able to own AR-15's.  In other words, Yee is a typical gun-grabbing politician.   But he has a secret.

Many gun-grabbing politicians want to take yours because they already have theirs.   In Yee's case, he does not want you to have anything that even resembles what he's dealing.  Yep, he's an illegal arms trafficker:

Dem State Senator Who Authored Gun Control Legislation Arrested for Conspiring to Traffic Firearms

Soon to be Biff's 'wife' in prison
SAN FRANCISCO (AP) — A California state senator who authored
gun control legislation asked for campaign donations in exchange for introducing an undercover FBI agent to an arms trafficker, according to court documents unsealed Wednesday. 
The allegations against State Sen. Leland Yee were outlined in an FBI affidavit in support of a criminal complaint. The affidavit accuses Yee of conspiracy to deal firearms without a license and to illegally import firearms. He was arrested Wednesday. 
Yee is also accused of accepting tens of thousands of dollars in campaign contributions and cash payments to provide introductions, help a client get a contract and influence legislation. He or members of his campaign staff accepted at least $42,800 in cash or campaign contributions from undercover FBI agents in exchange for carrying out the agents’ specific requests, the court documents allege. 
Yee discussed helping the agent get weapons worth $500,000 to $2.5 million, including shoulder fired automatic weapons and missiles, and took him through the entire process of acquiring them from a Muslim separatist group in the Philippines to bringing them to the United States, according to the affidavit by FBI Special Agent Emmanuel V. Pascua.
He was unhappy with his life and told the agent he wanted to hide out in the Philippines, according to the affidavit. 
“There’s a part of me that wants to be like you,” he told the undercover agent, according to the affidavit. “You know how I’m going to be like you? Just be a free agent there.”
Yeah, we gun owners wanna be free, too, scumbag.  But you wanted to put even more burden on the 2nd Amendment rights of my brethren in California, trying to repeal even the "Bullet Button" law that let them have some semblance of a magazine-fed semi-automatic rifle.

You wanna be a free agent?  Sorry, SanFran, we'll see how federal prison suits you.  Tyrant.

Dulce et decorum est -- it is sweet and fitting.  
Sic semper tyrannis -- Thus always to tyrants.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Another Day, Another Flare Star Planet, Another Fantasy

Seriously, do they actually think this is another Earth?

Two words: Flare. Star.

Read this: Rare Earth (Amazon)
via FR, at DailyMail (UK):
Has Nasa found a new Earth?  
Astronomer discovers first same-sized planet in a 'Goldilocks zone' that could host alien life 
The host star hasn't been named but was identified as an M1 dwarf 
M dwarfs make up 70% of stars in the galaxy and are smaller than our sun 
Nasa astronomers found a total of five planets orbiting this unnamed host 
The outermost planet sits in the star’s habitable zone and may have liquid water on its surface 
This so-called Goldilocks planet is believed to be 1.1 times the size of Earth  
Until now, the most Earth-like planet was Kepler-62f - 1.4 times the size 
Details of the new star system are due to be announced later this year 
Yeah, right.  A habitable planet around a dwarf star, many of which are called "flare stars" because they are copious producers of coronal mass ejections and other star flares.   That'd roast your putative ET's.

And as if that wasn't enough, a terrestrial planet close enough to a dwarf star to be warm enough for liquid water is likely tidally locked to its sun, like the moon is to the Earth.  The moon always shows us the same face, right?  Well, imagine a planet who always shows the same face to the Sun.  That side roasts, driving Jupiter-hurricane-force winds around to the permanently cold dark side, which might even be cold enough to precipitate out carbon dioxide as snow.

Doesn't strike me as the land flowing with milk and honey.

"Ever the pessimist, eh, Backwoods?"

People smarter than me say there aren't any more Earthlike planets in this galaxy, and in fact, we may even be unique in the universe.  Read Ward & Brownlee's book, the cover of which is pictured at right.  Their thesis is, complex life requires a planet very like the Earth, and statistically, there aren't very many planets like that, because there are too many factors that are required to line up just right.  The marginally habitable planets can maybe support algae or bacteria, but nothing else.

Yes, the Good Lord may have placed algae or bacterial life in other places in the universe, to please Him or accomplish His purposes.   It is possible.  But we will likely never know.

Really?  Yes, really, young Wesley Crusher, we'll likely never know, because we can't really travel faster than the speed of light.  Moreover, the technology to travel even a few percent of c is completely beyond mankind in this era.  And given our precipitous decline as a civilization, it is likely we will not develop it in this "cycle", either.  Don't believe we're in decline?  Look!  The richest country in the world does not even have a manned space program anymore, after having landed on the moon more than 45 years ago. but instead has told its "space agency" to concentrate on Muslim outreach and warmal-colding.

I do support science for its own sake, the joy of exploring the unknown.  Science, in fact, has its roots in Christian men exploring creation to learn the mind of God.   But the problem is, humanity has such overweening pride, that as soon as a planet is spotted around a flare star, people start dreaming of the Starship Enterprise and Vulcans.  Get back to reality, people.  You ain't that powerful, and you don't respect the One who is.

Friday, March 21, 2014

A Perfect Day: My America @ The Gun Range

We awaited zero  hour.  All was prepared; it was go time.  Furtively, we glanced at the clock.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... GO!

And we were off!

Two of my co-workers, T. and S., and I went to the outdoor shooting range today, taking off as close to the exact tick of the end of our shift as my WWV-synchronized watch could determine.

Our three pickup trucks raced along the interstate, exited, then caravanned over a few miles of dirt roads to our local public outdoor range.

The  spring weather in Alabama was shirtsleeve-warm with a stunningly beautiful sky as we pulled up to the rangehead, donned ear protection, and dismounted.  We began to unload Glocks,  Kel-Tecs,  SIGs,  Berettas,  Springfields, and AR's of various manufacture, lots of ammo, and home-made target stands, one with a swinging gong made of AR-500 armor plate.   We were in luck:  there was one lane available, and it looked like another couple was about to pack up.  They did; we eventually expanded to the three right lanes under the covered shooting position.

S. is the youngest of our trio, in his mid 20's.  As affable, gregarious, and jovial as S. is, you'd never know unless you were told that he is a brilliant engineer with a master's degree from a well-known university.  He also got his concealed-carry permit as soon as he turned 21.  (I think his wife is next.) S. stood in the rightmost shooting lane, in perfect Weaver stance, punching precise groups of holes with his 9mm Springfield XD-M in a "Dirty Bird" splatter target 18 feet away, which was stapled to a wood and PVC target stand I built.

I wish I had been as switched-on to self-defense when I was his age.

I took my turn next, working on getting used to the sights on my Glock 22c.  I also switched out the stock Glock barrel for my Lone Wolf 9mm barrel, and shot some of T.'s 9mm handloads; cheaper than 40 S&W for practice.  I called "threat", pulled the pistol from my holster, and efficiently transitioned to the two-handed Weaver stance.  I punched a triad of 9mm holes in the bullseye masquerading as a bad guy, then stopped, went to low ready, and moved my gaze left and right, coaching myself to "search and assess."  I also practiced a magazine reload when the Glock ran dry, and smoothly returning to aim.

What you practice is what you will do when a life-threatening event happens.  I hope.

Next lane over, T. had his Chrony set up, and the bench top was lined with precisely calibrated 9mm loads from his Hornady progressive press.  T. was trying to find the best load for the tightest group in his Beretta 92, that also has the virtue of using an inexpensive powder.   T. is as careful and analytic in preparing his handloads as he is in his engineering work, crafting some of the finest firmware for data communications to be found in our industry.

Engineers live by accuracy and precision, so it is natural for many of us to be gun enthusiasts.

T. got the data he needed, his eyes dancing as he reviewed the data with a crooked grin, glancing over at me as the average and standard deviation of the velocity appeared on the Chrony's high-contrast LCD, as I looked on and nodded approvingly.  While the Chrony was up, I broke out my custom AR-15 with the New Frontiers lower, and measured the muzzle velocity of some factory .223 loads, as a baseline against some load development I'd been doing myself.  The Chrony's LCD blinked 3106 feet per second of 55-grain goodness.

Kinetic Energy = ½mV2 = ½ x 55 / 7000 x 31062.

We shot each other's pistols this bluebird spring afternoon, this having been the first time S. had shot a Glock, and my first time to shoot a Beretta 92, T's bedside backup.  After I shot S.'s compact XD-S in 9, I quipped, "I think I'm in love!" triggering a barrage of laughter from the two engineers behind me, abruptly attenuated as my electronic hearing protectors blocked a report from a bolt-action rifle down the firing line.

This day, we had a good bunch of strangers who were shooting alongside us.  No scary safety violations, no muzzle sweeps, no idiots pointing guns toward the cars instead of downrange.  Solid, safety-conscious, proficient, 2nd-Amendment-supporting folks of all ages, races, and walks of life.  D., an Army Airborne Ranger who'd just got out, had a ball shooting my gong target with his FN Five-Seven, 100 yards away.  Several others had to try it with their pistols. D hit it with all four of his, including his .45.

John Moses Browning and Elmer Keith would have been proud, I think.

Further down the line, a middle-aged man and his younger gal, who had apparently spent more at the plastic surgeon's than on that beautiful stack of bolt-actions, were touching off some Tannerite targets up on the 100-yard berm with some rather hot handloads in a Winchester Model 70 bolt-action in .270 caliber.   The woman, snuggled into the man's lap on the bench seat, peering into the scope, sought to get a perfect cheek weld, as he patiently instructed her.  She giggled uncontrollably every time a vast gout of steam burst forth from the Tannerite detonated by the 130-grain bullet traveling at over 3,000 feet per second.

Her delight was contagious, up and down the firing line.

As the sun crept low in the Alabama sky, the crowds waned, and my two co-workers went home.  I stayed on to work a bug out of my AR: a sticky buffer retainer spring.  Later, C., a young father who was zeroing the sights on a Ruger American bolt-action in 22LR for his 5-year-old son, took turns with me plinking my gong target up on the 100-yard berm with zippy CCI Mini-Mags.  Every kid should have a .22LR bolt-action rifle, boy or girl.   C. and I agreed that we are going to go squirrel-hunting together this fall.

Gun people are mostly friendly, I've observed.

The cacophony of reports slowed to occasional pops, then silence as we "went cold" for awhile.  I talked a long time with D. the Ranger and C. the bolt-action dad.  D.'s neighbor, who was new to shooting, was getting instruction on the 12-gauge home-defense shotguns he'd just bought.   As we conversed, the old man who works at the range swept up brass, and commented on a point D. was making about gun ownership.

Oh, by the way for the anti's who think gun owners are all "old white guys": both D and his neighbor are members of minority groups.  But that does not matter here on the firing range; here, the right to keep and bear arms, the birthright of every American, is exercised by all, and proficiency in arms for self-defense is honed here to a razor edge.

As if to make a point about the latter, a young man and his gal rode up near the end of the day on matching Kawasaki motorcycles.  They dismounted and came to the firing line, the man unholstering a Smith & Wesson M&P, and beginning to work with the woman on the fine points of the pistol.

This is a perfect day in my corner of America.  This is the way things ought to be, from sea to shining sea.

Sweet home, Alabama.

Update: an account of another perfect day at the range.  Maybe the kids are all right, after all:
They discovered new heroes, the real revolutionaries — our founding fathers — and fell deeply in love with some neglected, derided old documents: the Declaration of Independence; the Constitution; the Bill of Rights. And they saw how far we’ve drifted from them. 
“They told us capitalism was wrong because lots of power could be held by a relatively small group,” Purple-Stripe explained. “But it’s clear they want to replace it with a system where another even smaller group has absolute power, with the brute force of the state to enforce it. Not happening; I’ll die first. That’s why it’s important for them to disarm us. And that’s why we have these guns. The founding fathers warned us.” 
She shook her curls. “Strange, isn’t it, I had to leave college to get an education?”
Ol' Backwoods real education began about then, yep.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Rogue Cop Shoots Airman on Alabama I-85 After Traffic Accident

This is an outrage.  American cops, trained and supplied by the tyrannical Federal government, swagger around and think they can shoot anybody that they even imagine challenges their 'authoritah'.  But this is a bridge too far.

Now, a cop in Alabama has shoot, in cold blood, an unarmed accident victim on the side of the interstate near Opelika, Alabama.  The cop shot him seconds AFTER the guy had already obeyed the cop's command to put his hands up. And not only that, the victim was an active-duty military man:
Police shot a 20-year-old airman as he lay on the ground following a traffic accident along Interstate 85 in Alabama, the man’s family said. 
Air Force Airman 1st Class Michael Davidson was traveling Thursday evening from Texas to Seymour Johnson Air Force Base, near Goldsboro, N.C., in a 2004 GMC Envoy when he changed lanes and clipped a semi-truck with his driver’s side mirror, according to police. 
Davidson stopped and got out of his SUV to exchange insurance information with the semi’s driver, the airman’s father told the Opelika-Auburn News.

“He said he didn’t get that far,” said Billy Davidson. “When (he was walking) to the truck, he said he heard something but couldn’t tell what it was. There was a lot of noise, but (he) could see the reflection of the lights off the truck — the police lights. Then he did what I told him to do. I told my boys if you see police lights (to) stop, put your hands up and turn around.” 
The elder Davidson said his son held up his arms, holding his wallet in one hand. 
“The next thing I know I was on the ground,” Michael Davidson told his father. “That’s when they shot me. I didn't realize he shot me. I didn't know what happened. It was so fast. They couldn't have been there three or four seconds when I was shot.” 
Michael Davidson told his father that police immediately searched his vehicle, even before he received medical assistance. 
“After being shot, the officer was yelling at Michael, asking where the ‘other person’ was,” his father told the Panola Watchman. “Michael was traveling alone, and has no idea who the 'other person' is.” 
But police said officers and emergency medical personnel responded “as quickly as possible,” and even discussed sending a medical helicopter to assist. 
Billy Davidson said his son nearly bled to death and suffered severe injuries to his stomach and colon, and he may never fully recover from his wounds. 
“As a result he’s probably out of the Air Force,” Billy Davidson said. 
Officer Phillip Hancock a seven-year veteran of the Opelika police department, has been placed on administrative leave during the investigation.
Of all places, in Opelika, Alabama?  Yep.  Though CS Lewis was thinking of a different evil in "That Hideous Strength" besides trigger-happy cops who get a thrill of turgidity out of exercising their "authoritah", this quote still came to my mind:  "The poison... has spat itself everywhere by now."

Here's more of the story from a local newspaper.

This is absolute outrage.  The Davidson family should sue the City of Opelika into bankruptcy.

If this is kind of cop that is representative of the City of Opelika and rest of Lee County, they can FORGET about me ever living there.  The thing is, though, I travel through that corridor all the time.   I will give Opelika cops a wide berth now, to be sure.

This kind of "shoot first, shoot second, and then when everybody is dead, try to ask a question or two" stuff would be punished severely if civilians or even the military were doing it, yet the rogue cops do this kind of stuff every day.   And all they get is a paid vacation, then back to work to screw over more citizens.

But shooting an unarmed accident victim?  And then possibly 'snowflaking' him with synthetic pot to make it look drug-related?  This is a new low in lows.  And, this is more than just morally low.  Milder things than this have perpetrated revolutions.

I am going to dog this story until I find the truth.  Watch this space for updates.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

CT POLICE: "I’m the master, Ma’am"

The state of Connecticut is trying so hard to start a civil war:

[WND's caller] “You’re going to speak to me this way, somebody that pays your salary?” she asks. “You’re a servant, you serve me. … You can refuse to follow unlawful orders!”
Lt Paul Vance (on Facebook): OATHBREAKER

“Just remember, you’re the servant, we’re the masters, OK?” she adds.

Vance responds by saying: “I’m the master, Ma’am, I’m the master.”

Like hell you are.  You have broken your Oath to the Constitution if you think so.

More at Bearing Arms.
And Sipsey Street.
And TownHall.
And AmmoLand.
And Stately McDaniel Manor:
Any SWAT raids on gun owners will not occur in a walled-off religious compound, nor in an isolated mountain cabin far away from prying eyes. Any raids will be in full view of the public, and if citizens are murdered as a result of law enforcement officers attempting to enforce this law, then somewhere between 80,000-100,000 will know that they are next on the list. 
Does anyone honestly think for a moment that these citizens will react to such a provocation by waiting for their loved ones to die in the next blaze of gunfire?
Or is to more likely that such an outrage with manufacture a hundred Christopher Dorners hunting down officers in uniform, or a thousand “Beltway Snipers” targeting government officials in their offices, in their cars, and in their homes?"
The video of the phone call is below.


These are the times that try men's souls.  Prepare your tribe.  Things could get rough, even if you aren't in CT.

Is This How the Economic Collapse Begins?

(via ZeroHedge) Russian official:
From Russia, with dumpage
"We hold a decent amount of treasury bonds – more than $200 billion – and if the United States dares to freeze accounts of Russian businesses and citizens, we can no longer view
America as a reliable partner,” he said. “We will encourage everybody to dump US Treasury bonds, get rid of dollars as an unreliable currency and leave the US market.”
This would likely perpetuate the collapse of the dollar.

Then, there is this:
Russia test fired an intercontinental ballistic missile today  amid growing tensions between Moscow and Washington, but a U.S. official said the launch was planned in advance of the current crisis in Crimea.  [Notice the only mention of Ukraine is of the area the Russians are strongest in; the news media is trying to protect Obama. --BWE] 
The Russian Ministry of Defense announced the test of a RS-12 M ICBM that it said was
Can't recall this one like a Pinto, Fitzhume!!
designed “to test a promising start warheads of intercontinental ballistic missiles.”
A U.S. official confirmed the ICBM launch and said it was carried out through the protocols of the START Treaty.  Per the treaty requirements the official said the United States was notified of Russia’s planned launch long before the current crisis in Crimea.
The official said that the missile was fired east over the Caspian Sea and landed in a remote part of Kazakhstan. 
That matches the information provided by the Russian Defense Ministry that the missile “struck a condition target on the range in Sary-Shagan, Kazakhstan.” 
The planned launch comes at a time when Russia has raised international tensions by moving military forces into the Crimean peninsula, ostensibly to protect that region’s ethnic Russian population.   The Russian action has led to international condemnation and the United States is considering punitive actions against Russia that could take the form of economic sanctions.
So, it seems Putin is saying, "Screw you, Obama, I will launch an ICBM if you mess with me."

Is this how it begins?   Stay tuned, friends.

Monday, March 3, 2014

"Absolutely no way we're going to cut spending" or Stop Violating Your rRights

Then, you and 306 millions other Americans will suffer the consequences when the entire welfare system, and indeed, the dollar as a momentary system, experiences UTTER COLLAPSE.

The dogged idiocy in question:
While discussing federal spending and transportation funding, Sen. Barbara Boxer ([Democrat-communist]-
Sen. Boxer (Democrat-communist, CA.)
Calif.) said “there is absolutely no way we’re going to cut spending.” ... Boxer says she's supportive of new taxes for additional funding. 
“Either we’re going to replace the gas tax with another way of funding which I love, which is the fee at the refinery level, I think I may be the only one that likes that idea, so I haven’t seen a groundswell of support for that idea.” 
“Also a way to figure out vehicle miles travelled, without an intrusive black box, which you could do. But I don’t see it,” Boxer said.
(I corrected her party affiliation for the AP, above.)

So not only do they plan to completely debase the dollar, they plan to take your freedom of travel, a right well-established both in American common law and case law.  If the FedGov mandates an "intrusive black box" in every private vehicle, that will measure and report to them"vehicle miles traveled," then you have no effective freedom of movement.  Depending on the reporting interval, every trip you make would be uploaded to a massive Federal database in the sky, soon to be another big, fat data-mining trove for the oh-so-nice NSA to delve.

"Your papers, please."  "What is the purpose of the trip of 12 miles you took last Tuesday?"  "Were proper carbon offset credits applied to the 1200-mile round trip you took to Alabama last week?"

Welcome to the waning years of the American Empire, people.  It is going to be come more and more tyrannical.