Bloody hell.

Brr.

Speaking of freezing (and the fate reserved for “journalists” who can’t even be arsed to look up simple rules of the language) would folks kindly remind the sodding Mainstream Media that the proper appellation is: “Pope Francis” NOT “Pope Francis I“? He can’t be an “I” until there is a “II”. Schmucks.

The new pontiff seems to be a good-natured, salt-of-the-earth, unassuming sort. The Vatican might do to keep a weather-eye out — those salt-of-the-earth folks have a nasty habit of turning your whole world up-side down in spite of your best efforts, and frequently before you know what’s happening (see Pope John XXIII [oops]).

Governor Hickenlooper of Colorado seems to be hell-bent on following the kamikaze model in his political career, at least I hope so. The State of Colorado is already panicking a bit over the prospect of a boycott of hunting and/or fishing in Colorado — a boycott I am considering throwing my weight behind — and Magpul is making good on its’ promise to remove revenue from the State of Colorado if Hickenlooper got stupid.

Which reminds me — I need to order something from Magpul.

I note that the POTUS has been taking a guided tour of Petra. Gorgeous place, and one that I’d like to visit my-own-self someday — but doesn’t the President have a sodding job to do?! Sequestration, and all that?! Sweet haploid Christ on a flaming pogo stick — you’re getting paid good tax-payer money to tend to this country. ACT LIKE YOU’RE ACTUALLY CONCERNED.

Speaking of, does anyone have access to a comparison of the numbers of vacations and the cost of each between Presidents Bush and Obama? I ask, because I have a distinct memory of the Media, and liberals in general(but I repeat myself) lambasting President Bush over his vacations. Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander and all that. If Bush was a meanie for taking too many vacations, and deserved the scorn of the Media, then if President Obama has been taking a similar number of vacations then he deserves the same amount of scorn.

Yeah. That’s going to happen. *spit*

Russia is making cooing noises with China, while giving us the old cold shoulder. Seems the President Obama’s promise of “more flexibility” after his election isn’t impressing the Russians. I’d insert a massive “DERP!” here, but it just doesn’t seem sporting. Fish in a barrel, don’t you know?

Senator Dianne Feinstein seems to have gotten her knickers into a bit of a knot after an object lesson in political liabilities and realities. “Stormed from his office”! Wow. That’s what I like to see in my elected officials: The emotional stability and maturity of a tantrum-throwing three-year-old. It’s a set-back. Deal with it, buttercup.

Took the fur-children in to the V-E-T yesterday. Chuy is about 18 pounds (unknown how much of that is blue-jay); Mochi is a svelte 17 pounds; and Miss Praline is at the lower end at 15 and change. I must have looked a bit startled, because the V-E-T assured me that “Dachsies are just more … dense … than Jack Russells.”

*blink*

Not sure, but is “dense” something like “big-boned”?

Ah, well. Off to have fun in Oklahoma later.

Cheerio!

LawDog

Good man, writing well. Well worth the time.

I wish I could write that well.

The first of such takes umbrage at my assertion that LAPD had murdered three people (so far!) in the manhunt for Chris Dorner. My bad.

To be fair, the Los Angeles Police Department only managed to wound one Hispanic woman with two shots to the back from vehicle ramming range, and injure her septuagenarian mother by way of broken glass…

… do keep in mind that Chris Dorner is neither Hispanic, nor female. Not in his 70’s, either, come to think …

… multiple officers, multiple gunshots — two non-fatal (so far) GSWs to the back.

Well played, sir. The LAPD did not, in fact, kill those two people whilst multiple officers were Swiss-cheesing their car. At ramming distance.

The sheer number of “Only Imperial Stormtroopers are this precise” memes and posters springing up around the Internet would be making my inner science-fiction nerd giggle if the circumstances weren’t so sad.  And quite frankly, unnecessary.

The third person (so far) not only wasn’t killed, but it wasn’t the LAPD who did the shooting. Apparently it was Torrance PD who rammed a truck driven by a white dude (Dorner is male, however he isn’t exactly pale of complexion) and then opened fire, giving the driver a shoulder injury and a concussion, according to his lawyer. None of which were bullet-inflicted.

So, I am mistaken. LAPD has NOT murdered as many people as Dorner has during the manhunt.

“It’s two Hispanic females! Delivering papers!”

“It’s Dorner!” BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM … ad infinitum.

“Oh, it’s not. Ah, well. We didn’t kill them.”

Hrm.

Very well, oh Anony Mouse of the Internet, you have caught me out. Consider me chastised.

The second commenter seems to … well, I’m not sure.

He seems to have a laundry list of things he wants out of me — mostly he seems to want me to respect people — and he’ll generously not lump me in with Chris Dorner. I think.

Huh.

New around here, aren’t you?

Tell you what. Over on the left of your screen there are several years worth of archives. A lot of those archives deal with me interacting with people on a professional basis.

Why don’t you read those archives before you start nattering about respect. That way you won’t be (metaphorically speaking) stepping on your wedding tackle in front of the average Gentle Reader who has been reading me from the start of this blog, and — I hope — already knows what sort of person I am.

Take your time, there are a lot of them. You can start with this one.

Nothing but love,

Dorner is a critter who got a case of the arse towards the man who represented Dorner while Dorner fought his termination from the LAPD — unsuccessfully. Dorner then decided that his case of the arse was best settled by murdering the man’s daughter.

Allow me the re-state that: Chris Dorner felt that his advocate did not did his best to defend Dorner against termination. So Dorner butchered the daughter of that advocate.

This may sound like a laudable act to some sodding numpties out there, but I — unlike Dorner — am a man. If I have a problem with another person, that problem is between me and that other person — I don’t slaughter that other person’s children.

You think we’re all Chris Dorner? You think Chris Dorner is someone to be lauded? Go to hell.

I realize that the LAPD is a bunch of trigger-happy cowboys who have managed to murder just as many innocent people during the manhunt as Dorner did to start the hunt, but that just makes the LAPD officers responsible just as bad as Dorner — it doesn’t make Dorner anything other than the cowardly murdering scum that he is.

“We are all Chris Dorner”. How dare you?

Who the hell are you to identify “We” with a man who would callously gun down a woman and her fiance in their car with no way to defend themselves — just because he was mad at her father?

You think this is a good idea? You think this is praiseworthy? You think that this is something to be cheered? Feted? Something that we should all aspire to, since “We are all Chris Dorner”?

GO TO HELL.

Tune being lifted from a British drinking song — To Anacreon in Heaven, point of fact — probably means that it wouldn’t hurt to be slightly liquored up before attempting to sing it.

However, it is the National Anthem — a symbol of this great land — and as such, is not a song one should “Put some stink on”.

Sing the bloody thing properly and with reverence, or don’t sing it at all.

If you want to add some flourishes, or vocal pole dancing, find another song to embellish. There are plenty out there.

Thank you.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging.

The theory is that since we have this enthusiastic group of folks who dedicate a career to looking for, and dealing with, criminals that we should hand over all responsibility for our individual protection to these folks. In other words: “Only Police and Military Need Guns”.

Pfagh.

Anyone who sits down and actually thinks about this for a moment can easily see the multiple flaws in this argument, but the primary and biggest flaw is that nobody has their own cop. If you are lucky, there may be one officer for every thousand citizens. If you are Citizen #198 having a Dynamic Interpersonal Episode with Citizen #745, and the cops are busy dealing with Citizen #394 … well, you’re on your own.

Much as I hate Bumper Sticker arguments, the old saw that goes something like: “When seconds count, the police are only minutes away” really does come into play here.

I see that some of my newer Gentle Readers haven’t got their minds wrapped around this concept, so let us indulge — for the sake of argument — in a mental exercise.

Let us say that you are in a building literally crawling with peace officers of every stripe; even so far as to posit that there are particular officers who are assigned to the very part of the building you are in. Let us state that this building is the Ultimate Liberal Safe Area: absolutely NO-ONE except for peace officers can have a gun in this building, and there are peace officers around just about every corner.

As part of this hypothesis, you are a woman with an abusive ex-boyfriend. This ex of yours has abused you to the point that you have gone to this building and applied for an Emergency Protective Order.

Long time Gentle Readers of this blog know how I feel about Paper Armour, but I digress.

Anyway, you have put your faith in Society, in the Justice System and the police, and are Doing The Right Thing, the Civilized Thing, in a courtroom, in a Courthouse just brim-full of cops.

Watch this video. Be sure to enlarge it to full-screen, because I wouldn’t want you to miss a punch.

Not only were the police minutes away, they were seconds away. Just outside the courtroom door, if I don’t miss my guess.

What’s the count, Gentle Readers? One grandmother hammered into a wall and five? Six? Eight good punches on the ex-girlfriend?

And that’s in the middle of a courthouse full of cops.

Can you imagine this scene just down the street? How many punches before the police arrive — if they arrive?

Can you imagine this scene after he kicks in the door to her house at two in the morning?

That woman is not as strong as her attacker. Blatant physical fact. She is not as fast, either. In the matter of physical violence she is not his equal … except when Colonel Colt is with her.

God made men. Colonel Colt made them equal. That goes for women, too.

And when it comes down to brass tacks, the individual is the only person ultimately responsible for his — or her — own safety. Part of that responsibility involves being able to defend your own self, with appropriate tools.

Gun control is denying you those tools in exchange for the nebulous assurance that the police will “do their best”.

“Doing their best” oft involves putting a toe-tag on your corpse and finding the guy that killed you so that he can plea bargain his way out of an extended sentence, but that’s gun control for you.

This letter reaffirms my belief that I made the proper choice at the ballot box.

The mental image of a spittle storm impacting the walls of Chicago City Hall brings a tear to my eye and a smile to my lips — to say nothing of the five minutes of evil snickering as I sit here at the keyboard. The quote:

just flat kicked over my giggle-box.

I look forward to many other such jewels from my Senator.