October 2006 | NOVEMBER 2006 | December 2006
1314 - Wednesday, 1 November 2006: Another hour overtime. Coulda had two but wanted to avoid traffic and get back with enough daylight and gumption to change the Corolla's oil.

Finally finished H. W. Brands' Andrew Jackson: His Life & Times, some Post-Ited bits later. Author paints a flattering picture of Jackson as a staunch patriot who believed, to my mind perhaps in contradiction, in the will of the people and the sanctity of the American Union. Anyway, very far from a bad read, and it filled in some American-history blanks in my continuing recovery from public education, i.e. how we laid hands on Florida, Texas, California, and Oregon. Now on something I've read before, The Complete Paratime, the Ace omnibus edition of H. Beam Piper's work including Lord Kalvan of Otherwhen, which is probably the strongest influence on the stuff currently rattling around between my head and my keyboard (also some Ringo Council Wars, Weber Prince Roger, and Ringo Kildar bits in the mix - as I said, it's not very original). Calvin Morrison was a police officer... half a century ago, when they were still worthy of respect because they still respected us. But it's been years since I read it and I felt I should refresh my memory and see whether I'm getting too close to Piper's version.

Also in the stack are more alternate-reality works: 1635: The Cannon Law by Eric Flint & Andrew Dennis in Flint's 1632 saga, and Turtledove's The Disunited States of America, book four of his Crosstime Traffic series and just about the last chance I'm going to give that author generally and that series specifically. That multiverse bears a certain resemblance to Piper's Paratime - the method for hopping timelines discovered in one home timeline, which uses it to collect resources to stay viable while keeping the affair secret at all costs - but differentiates by having unspeakably incompetent wusses populating the home timeline. Also, CT reminds me a little of the old Heinlein juveniles - young folks having adventures - but with the same differentiation and then some. The protagonist of a Heinlein juvenile (Have Spacesuit, Will Travel, for example) would Display Competence, Meet Challenges, Rise Above Adversity and Face Impending Doom With Dignity. Turtledove's creations whimper at the sight of a fur coat.

Thinking back, I think I had one perfect no-miss qualifying run with the P35 in the plate match, my first and so far only with this weapon. With the GP100 I had them about half the time.

1315 - Thursday, 2 November 2006: Two hours, five for the week (none tomorrow (easier commute back) or Saturday (zzz)). Finances and fuel under control.

Heavy rain, bad commute. Hovel is cold, all three heater-fans running.

1316 - Saturday, 4 November 2006: Zzz.

Direct deposit still not on, but the paper check arrived yesterday. Rent on the way, the Corolla's tank is full for the first time in at least a month, and next week's pay will include five hours overtime.

Hitting the backed-up email again. Military-veteran reader sends Iraq & Afghanistan Veterans of America. From other readers and lists: Christian Youth Tasered to Death by Cops; New York Sucks; IRS to use private "bounty hunters" to collect taxes; Another Pedophile Cop.

From Dave Kopel's Second Amendment Newsletter: commentary from Kopel himself on school shootings, media, and response options; why folks like me are developing the skills necessary to kill anything wearing UN Blue; Sucks to be British; movie theaters are latest unarmed-victim zones.

On a non-RKBA note, Artificial Liver Grown from Stem Cells. And that's right out of Larry Niven. In communist China they're chopping up their criminals (and Christians, between which they make little distinction) for spare parts. Now, the western world at least has a chance to avoid the nightmare of Niven's body banks and organleggers.

Turtledove's In High Places is Very Similar to Piper's Time Crime, written a half-century earlier. Turtledove writes his version from the POV of one of the slaves, and his transtemporal culture isn't near as advanced or widespread as Piper's, but the basic plot seems to me the same. And I repeat, Piper's characters kick ass while Turtledove's sit and whine and appeal to Almighty Authority.

So far I have only two complaints about the Garand: that it can't be cleaned from the breech, and that it needs the enbloc clip to function as a repeater - not a complaint about limited magazine capacity. Obviously I'm not about to complain of the Queen's accuracy or reliability - the eight shots I do have, count. Weight doesn't seem such a big deal, but I haven't spent days schlepping one about in the field.

On further review, I guess the club newsletter article on the burst rifle wasn't that badly butchered. I'm finicky about typos though.

It seems I somehow won a subscription to Guns & Ammo magazine from GalleryofGuns.com (and so has first sis). In the December 2006 issue, a brief note on Col. Cooper passing near press time, and that a tribute will be in the next issue. In this issue, an article on SIG's new P226 X-Five, apparently a single-action-only variant intended to be a factory race gun with the appropriate bells & whistles - and the photos in the article are lame! The article isn't great either - it never actually says it's SAO, as opposed to the DA/SA/decocker of the original design, and though mention is made of the different controls (ambidextrous Browning-style thumb safety), there's only one photo of the right side of the whole weapon, and of the three of the left side, one is largely obscured by a pistol rest and the shooter's hands, while the other two are super-close-ups of the trigger area and the magazine floorplate bumper! Which is why I don't buy such subscriptions for myself anymore. (Shotgun News has lots of advertisements I want to see, including cheap surplus stuff, and now articles and activism columns, including fangs-out Suprynowicz commentary; American Rifleman comes with my NRA membership, which is (now) an official prerequisite of club membership.) Anyway here is SIG's page for the reviewed product. And at $2,500, I won't be getting one soon anyway.

Barring further disruption of income, I'm going to get a 1911 before my next birthday, even if it's a ~$300 Philippine-made Rock Island.

1317 - Sunday, 5 November 2006: Zzz.

Gotta make more rounds! I'll run out of powder soon.

Cruffler reminds of the 400th anniversary of Guy Fawkes Day and the Gunpowder Plot. Which reminds me of this little ol' song. I actually met the artist, at the one and only SF convention I ever attended, way back in 1989. And I have read the book in which she has a cameo.

Tucson Tom sends more news from the border.

From the lists, Terrorists Vote Democrat - but we knew that....

Ripping through Lord Kalvan of Otherwhen and either by coincidence or via subconscious I got rather closer to Piper's version than I wanted to. But that's what's great about word processors. I think it was Asimov who praised their virtues, in that a writer can take an entire work, chop it up, shove it around, change this and that, and looking at the result, no reader would ever know what a mess it had been. I've probably mentioned that before.

To save server space, considering pulling the Republic story, which is under a severe writer's block anyway. Not junking it, just taking it off the site. Or maybe just moving it to the other server, I dunno.

And night vision. I want an NVD. Big 5 sometimes has a squeeze-lever-powered model for $100. If I keep this job I'll be able to buy one outright, no more layaway. And that's the model I think I want, battery-independent.

Filling out ballot while listening to Gun Talk. Voting, generally, against incumbents and against the use waste of my taxes. For term limits, against Democrats (which, increasingly, is an easier way to think of it than voting for Republicans).

Bunch o' brass in the tumbler. Supposedly the Lone Oak match's fee of $20 includes CMP rounds, and I've previously learned the Queen doesn't turn her nose up at them. And I'll keep the brass. But I want a big stockpile of rounds. 300? 500? As many as I can afford and/or carry.

I Post-Ited several bits from the Jackson bio, but here's the choice ones:

"The American backwoodsmen ride better in the woods than any other people," [Willian Henry] Harrison [Governor of Indiana Territory, 1813] explained. "A musket or rifle is no impediment to them, being accustomed to carry them on horseback from their earliest youth."
"The bulwark of our defence is the national militia, which in the present state of our intelligence and population must render us invincible as long as our government is administered for the good of the people and is regulated by their will.... A million of armed freemen possessed of the means of war can never be conquered by a foreign foe." -Andrew Jackson, 1st Inaugural Address, 4 March 1829
"No government based on the naked principle that the majority ought to govern, however true the maxim in its proper sense and under proper restrictions, ever preserved its liberty, even for a single generation. The history of all has been the same: injustice, violence and anarchy, succeeded by government of one or a few.... An unchecked majority is a despotism - and government is free, and will be permanent, in proportion to the number, complexity and efficiency of the checks by which its powers are controlled." -John C. Calhoun, Vice President, 1829
Starting Turtledove's The Disunited States of America, #4 in Crosstime Traffic. In this alternate, the Constitution was never ratified, the States stuck with the Articles of Confederation, then gave up on the Articles and became independent nations, occasionally warring with each other. California is a Utopia, Ohio & Virginia are at war for the umpteenth time, the state of Boone consists of "Kentucky and about half of Tennessee". And right away begins the PC stuff, whites are racists, guns are bad, blah blah. And the similarities to Piper's Paratime are even more glaring now that I've refreshed my memory of the original. Even the names of the inventors of transtemporal travel are similar. Anyway the pages are small and the print is large and it won't last long. To Turtledove's credit, he does raise interesting possibilities of alternate history. I'm just displeased with what he's been wrapping them in lately.

1318 - Monday, 6 November 2006: I have voted. Dropped ballot in official box at library

Windy & wet, making commute Interesting, much hydroplaning on I-5 ruts. Standing water around town, flood warnings. And, I'm pretty sure I need a new fuel filter, the Corolla barely started this morning. But I was planning on that anyway. (It sat all yesterday, but started easily after work; probably something coagulated during the inactive day & night.)

Hovel rent increase, from $295 to $325, December is $310. No problem if I keep this job level of income.

Whoa - I just learned that Beretta made M1 Garands... for Indonesia. And Yemen. (Yes, I knew Beretta made full-clone M1s for Italy, and that they evolved into the BM59, parts of which remained interchangeable with the Queen.)

Remember, folks: if you don't vote on Tuesday, you don't have a right to whine on Wednesday.

1319 - Tuesday, 7 November 2006: No stomach for election news. I'm sure the lists will provide.

Reader sends word that Denmark also used Beretta (and Breda) Garands. I don't think I'm about to join GCA - I only have the one and few pro$pects of getting another, and I'm a user, not a collector for collecting's own sake - but it's nice to know such an outfit exists. And there's the link for you-all.

Seen on a list: "Conseratives" may be driving us over a cliff, but in low gear... Liberals are heading for the same cliff, in top gear, w/ nitrous oxide "boost" full on....

Finishing the Turtledove. Lame wussy moral-relativist PC crap, wasting a setting that could have been fascinating. Starting Flint & Dennis' 1635: The Cannon Law.

On the drive back today, on I-84, I observed a Portland Police motorcycle officer weaving through traffic, zipping through gaps between cars, and tailgating. No, his cop lights weren't on. He was just doing what us peasants would get heavily fined for. ‘Cause he's special. He has the Magic Badge. -I wonder if it was the same one I saw doing the same thing on I-205, out of his jurisdiction in Washington state, a year or so ago?

Want camcorder, for that reason and several others - but the state of the art is in flux and now is probably not the time to buy. This year's top model will be next year's clearance deal, and this year's bargain will be next year's hopelessly-obsolescent anachronism. Anyway I'm thinking digital and/or disc.

1320 - Wednesday, 8 November 2006: We're screwed. Pelosi third in line for the Presidency if Islam drives a big enough truck down Pennsylvania Avenue, which they'll be encouraged to do by our display of weakness if the commie majority in the new Congress forces an abandonment of Iraq. Oregon a deeper shade of blue, more taxes in my personal future.

We're so screwed. And we haven't been this close to open internecine warfare since 1861. -Early in the Man-Kzin Wars series I recall a segment where a human was released in a kzinti hunting park as prey. He quickly armed himself with a pointed stick and demanded of an unsympathetic universe, "Just one. There Ain't No Justice, I know, but just one!" -Guess what made me think of that at this time.

Oh, according to radio talk, the missing GOP party statement in the voter's pamphlet wasn't an evil lefty scheme after all, but incompetence on the part of the GOP. But I wasn't the only one who'd wondered.

Speaking of evil commie schemes, a Republican district in New Mexico myteriously ran out of ballots and sent voters away.

Kopel comments on RKBA implications.

1321 - Thursday, 9 November 2006: Direct-deposit is on and it comes through Thursday mornings! Went a bit nuts at Bi-Mart after work. Mu$t be careful. Then, new fuel filter (not installed yet), and a CMP affidavit notarized.

One hour overtime today, another yesterday. Not taking any tomorrow, and of course Saturday is the match - I'll give up any job before I give up shooting, the only thing that gives me any real pleasure. This is not Japan, I will not subordinate my personal life to the needs of a company. This may lead to conflict in the near future, as next week has been declared mandatory overtime, possibly including Saturday (the 18th, the date of the Allies vs. Axis match in which I've medaled the last three consecutive years). Being aware of the possibility of having to work Saturdays, I made a written request for that Saturday (and this one) off, a month ago. The paperwork hasn't gone through yet. (Just watch, the spiteful gods will have placed an anti-gun Democrat in the office where such things are decided....) Of course a 50- or 60-hour week, at this wage, will generate a Lot of Money, but what good is it if I'm too wasted from the hours to enjoy spending it? -Speaking of which, I need to load some .30-06 right now. -98 rounds in Remington brass, the full batch of that headstamp. Ahh. More later of course. The match fee reportedly includes CMP rounds, but Always Take More. -While I was spending money at Bi-Mart I forgot to get another jug of W748 for the VZ!

Paying bills online now. Storage rent tomorrow too.

Word of post-election arms- and munitions-buying frenzies. I kinda took part myself, with primers & powder at Bi-Mart today. Handloaders, scrounge that bonus brass at y'all's clubs. Even if you don't load those calibers, the brass can be sold or bartered. Cheapskates, snap up those sub-$100 Mosins and such at Big 5 and similar chains, get familiar and competent with them, and stockpile rounds for them. If you know your way around one, those old Mosins can shoot. I repeat, both my sister and I have won awards in competition with the old $90 1939 Izhevsk.

Flint, et. al.'s Grantville, and the characters populating it, are immensely more satisfying than Turtledove's Crosstime Traffic. I may not even finish his Confederate/WWII saga.

1322 - Saturday, Veteran's Day, 11 November 2006: Gods, it's good to be an American.

No, I didn't win the Garand match, but I did shoot 259/1X of 300 (91/0 slow prone, 87/1 rapid prone, 81/0 standing, 86.33%), a satisfactory performance.

No, what I mean by this entry's opening sentence is what too many people take for granted. This morning I got up, took a nice hot shower in my private apartment which the government still (at least in theory) can't enter without my permission or a warrant signed by a judge and specifically stating the reason; got in my privately-owned automobile with my privately-owned high-power semiautomatic military rifle and a pile of ammunition; drove 50-odd miles, crossing a state line, without being stopped and searched or asked for my papers; competed in a long-range (compared to the average level of riflery today) rifle match using field positions, developing skills which I might use to fight foreign invaders or domestic tyrants; didn't do too bad in it; got back in my car and drove back, stopping on the way at a gun show (made it to Barberton and touched some bases there before quite everyone had packed up) and a gun store (Brightwater Ventures, Vancouver (Orchards) WA, but someone beat me to the big sack of Mosin brass which I can't quite afford at the moment anyway). Is this a great country or what? Is there any other nation in the world, ever, where a private citizen can do all those things in a single day with so few requirements (i.e. driver's licensing, which the libertarian in me does oppose) for governmental permission?

Sure, we have way too much government now. Sure, the last election is a dark cloud hanging over the nation's future and the cause of liberty. Yes! America is in a bad way! But we're STILL THE BEST THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN.

And yes, we do owe it to our military veterans. Without their service and sacrifice, often for great unwashed masses who spit on them upon their return from fighting evil worldwide, this nation would not exist. Even in living memory, the United States of America has faced threats that would have destroyed our way of life as we know it (i.e. the Cold War, which turned repeatedly hot in places like Vietnam and Korea). But the military tradition goes back much further. The Second World War is the most graphic example: if our fathers and grandfathers hadn't fought Hitler in Europe and Hirohito in the Pacific, we'd be under those dictators' boots on our own land today. The Great War: imperial Germany and/or Austria-Hungary would, I think, not have been long satisfied with just Europe. It goes further yet: the War of Independence created this nation. Even further: the French and Indian War, where a young officer named George Washington made a name for himself while wearing a red coat.

Match photos:

More Jovian Thunderbolts! The Queen is on the right end of the rack.

Working the targets - nice setup here, an actual target pit with sliding targets, and shooters take their turn on the far end of the 2-way radio to spot shots

Slow-fire Prone, plus (5) sighters

Rapid-fire Prone, after one click each up and left

Slow-fire Standing


Reader sends news of a potential challenge to NFA34, which wouldn't break my heart. News article on a government raid on the Arkansas Militia, with further notice taken by KABA, and the AM's attendant 'blog. See also NFA Owners Association, though they don't seem to have taken notice of this case yet.

More election analysis.

From the lists:







And Cruffler sends:
From: "Charles Schumer"
Cc: "Nancy Pelosi"
Sent: Wednesday, November 08, 2006 3:37 PM
Subject: Thank you

>I want to take a moment away from all the parties and hoopla to thank those
> who supported us.
> The rest of you can pack a bag, you are going away for a little
> re-education.
> -Chuck

Oh yeah, someone left an RWVA brochure at the club! I so want to go to an Appleseed shoot. Cruffler tells me they'll be in Grant's Pass, OR, on 9 December, but my own club is having a Turkey Shoot that day. Conflict. Hm, two in Yakima next year, April and September... and Coeur d'Alene, ID, in June....

Whoa. Surfed onto this selection of Old Military Ballads.

1323 - Sunday, 12 November 2006: Installed new fuel & air filters, test drive, not worse, maybe better. Still not sure the clutch isn't slipping, but that doesn't seem to be getting worse.

Submachinegun, full-auto rifle stolen from deputy's car. $2,500 reward offered. Either one of those would be worth ten times that much on the registered NFA market, but of course us peasants can't buy & sell such things unless they're already in the registry, which was closed in 1986.

Even more mileage from the burst barrel on 30 September.

David Codrea nicely sums up my feelings on courtroom "security".

I think the Queen may have doubled once with LC68 rounds in the rapid-fire stage. On inspection, the hammer hooks on the trigger are somewhat worn, might replace. One great thing about Garands, parts are everywhere. Web research also suggests that a doubling Garand may be operator error, feathering the trigger, not keeping a firm grip during recoil, etc.

1324 - Monday, 13 November 2006: Begins a week of 10-hour days, and word is Saturday will be off anyway.

I think the new fuel filter really has improved performance, but now I fear it may decrease fuel efficiency as the old filter was "running lean".

Shouldn't have paid all those bills all at once. Well, I can make it to Thursday.

Laundro-icky-mat. Phooey, going to bed.

Well, doing a little brass-processing first - the other day I sized the .30-06 from the Garand match, this morning it tumbled via appliance timer while I was at work, and now I'm swaging the crimped primer pockets. But while I was doing that, the answering machine clicks on and it's one of the R/Os from the club, recruiting me for the Turkey Shoot Rules Committee! Nifty.

1325 - Tuesday, 14 November 2006: Tired.

News, Portland Police Pervert resigns in disgrace. But hey, with examples like Charles Moose and Derrick Foxworth setting the tone, what else can us peasants expect from the rank-and-file?

Forwarded by Yuri, a story I heard on Gun Talk Sunday, Sucks to be British. Good gods what a pack of wimps. Sink the island and start over!

More backing up in the Inbox.

Hm, big Expo Center show this weekend, and a couple hours overtime pay on the way. Hmm.

1326 - Wednesday, 15 November 2006: Rain & wind, wretched traffic, localized power outages.

I think I was right about increased fuel consumption with the new, non-clogged filter.

Huh, according to The Shooting Wire, Midway is now selling a Federal factory low-pressure 12-gauge load remarkably similar to my handloads.

Finishing 1635: The Cannon Law, tasty. Complaint: it refers to events in 1634: The Baltic War, which isn't bloody out yet! And, nothing in the fully-packed hold queue yet, so going back to Gen. Franks' American Soldier.

More backed-up email and news stories.

1327 - Friday, 17 November 2006: Not $%^&* working *&^%$ Saturday ‘cause I put in the @#$% request a ^%$#@ month ago and I've already worked 50 #@$%^&* hours this week and traffic at 3:30pm sucks far worse than at 1:30. Something over 40 miles a day for this job.

Setting American Soldier aside again for Transgalactic, a Baen re-release of A. E. van Vogt edited by Flint & Drake.

Whipped up more Mauser rounds, finally, with powder I bought after direct deposit yesterday.


1328 - Saturday, 18 November 2006: The Queen has Spoken!

2nd Place, Allied Forces category (the fourth of five medals awarded), more details after the official report arrives.

Consciously worked on my trigger technique, following through on the press and holding it rearward after the shot, no doubling. Used the last of the TW5 rounds. I think I'll have to try that Federal red-box stuff again.

The cheap Caldwell electronic muffs (which I paid sis back for on her last visit) are not the best fit, ergonomically, but being able to hear the match director's commands, and much else going on around one on the line, is a great advantage.

Some photos. As you can see, the SR target at 200 yards is, geometrically, the same size as the SR-1 target at 100 yards:

Now the first relay, with the Queen. 200 yards slow-fire prone, plus five sighters - 95/1X:

100 yards rapid-fire sitting, plus five sighters - 92/0X:

100 yards slow-fire standing - 74/0X:

200 yards rapid-fire prone - 93/1X:

1st relay scorecard, total 354/2X, 88.5%:

You don't score your own targets, you hand them to the person next to you. My first relay was scored my Mr. R., who Has Been Doing This a Long Time and Knows How to Score Targets. If anything he was a little generous with the ones near the scoring rings. (I don't know how he scored today, he was shooting a #1MkIII SMLE and only shot the first relay. I think he won the Garand match at Lone Oak but I still haven't seen any results from that.)

Now the same again, except not as good, with the MojoVZ:

200 yards slow-fire prone, plus five sighters - 94/3X:

100 yards rapid-fire sitting, plus five sighters - 91/1X:

100 yards slow-fire standing - 69/0X:

Still having trouble in this stage, one miss in each relay. 200 yards rapid-fire prone - 82/0X:

2nd relay scorecard, total 336/4X, 84.0%:

This scorecard was not scored my Mr. R and the X count is off, as is the point total. Anyway I didn't win my medal for this relay - a shooter with a Swedish Mauser (who in fact shot a Possible in rapid-sitting) took the Axis side. I wonder if there should be a third category for this match, with Swiss Schmidt-Rubins and other relative rarities hitting the surplus market? Usually they're put on the underpopulated Axis side to even things out. Nah, that would make the match director's job even harder, and require more medals to be purchased.

Well, I've done worse. Much. This is the fourth consecutive year I've medalled in the AvA. From the mid-70 percentile, now I've plateaued in the mid-80s. True improvement.

Probably would have done even better with handloads, and I intend to later. Anyway the TW5 is gone now, except for three leftover rounds for collection, and the reloadable brass is piling up in the hovel - counting every .30-06 case or live round (I made a little spreadsheet...), 998 pieces, 607 live. Still significant heaps of corrosive DEN42 and KA70-73, and my club is now stocking CMP LC6x-7x (got 40 rounds LC72, $7.50/20). My 10-pocket cartridge belt is full (of handloads). I am armed.

Oh yeah! Earlier I heard there will be three Garand Matches at Lone Oak next year. Now I hear there will also be three Garand Matches at my own club! Six! Plus the less-formal/official others! And if the job doesn't like me having those Saturdays to myself they can try to find another employee who can read and write and count... in English! Also, if I heard Mr. R. correctly, I will be getting an official classification in CMP after 240 rounds fired.

After the match I joined the meeting of the Rules Committee for the upcoming Turkey Shoot! If we can get enough people in it, it will be Very Fun. But it's members/guests/family only, not least to make up for the unpleasantness of the last three months with public sight-in days and the barrel-bursting, vote-how-their-unions-tell-them-to "Sportsmen".

I'm running out of wall. And it's getting harder to get all the awards in the frame past all the hovel junk:

1329 - Sunday, 19 November 2006: Expo show. Parked offsite and hiked to avoid $8 parking. Got additional 2- and 5-shot Garand clips, for my own convenience in matches and for loaners as necessary; a couple more plastic cartridge boxes for handloads; a copy of FM21-76, October 1970 edition. Bought brick of WLR primers, but that's for a prize in the Turkey Shoot, I kept the receipt for reimbursement. (Or if that falls through I'll use them myself eventually.)

Examining the new Mosin brass. Length is right between maximum and trim-to, and it chambers easily, so it would be ready to load if the case mouths weren't variously dinged. The Lee sizing die I have has a long-taper expander and the decapping pin is not apparently separable - can't use that. Ah, the 7.62x39mm RCBS dies I have come with two expanders, for .308 and .311 bullets. Take the Soviet-size expander off the 7.62x39mm sizing die, install it on my RCBS .308 Winchester sizing die and leave the separate decapping pin off, use some RCBS dry case neck lube if necessary, and don't give the press a full stroke - damn, different thread size, different revision. But, I can take the whole decapping/expanding shaft subassembly thingie out of the 7.62x39mm die and thread it into the .308 die, then run it way down besides to avoid putting the case body into the .308 die body - that works, and neck lube not really needed. Besides, I suspect these apparently-virgin Winchester cases may be made for .308 bullets anyway. After re-expanding, chamfer mouths for easier seating of Sierra #2305 flat-base bullets. Then I'll have to tediously measure out the big long sticks of IMR4064. (Must experiment with other powders. Will try test batch of short-stick IMR4895 - Sierra says 44.7gr for the same velocity as the 46.1 I've been using of IMR4064.)

Hitting the backed-up email: Sucks to be Kiwi; Massachusetts Sucks; Tucson Tom sends links to American Patrol Report and SaveOurState.org, and also this:

Report Illegals & Employers Toll Free...

Dept. of Homeland Security:
(866) 347-2423

U.S. Border Patrol
(877) USBP-HELP [877-872-7435]

Internal Revenue Service criminal investigations division - (800) 829-0433

Social Security - Office of Inspector General fraud hotline at (800) 269-0271

Health and Human Services - Office of Inspector General fraud hotline at (800) HHS-TIPS (1-800-447-8477)

Cruffler sends the Copette Follies:

Remember, they're The Only Ones trained and professional and authorized enough to have firearms. With so many opportunities, how can I not bash them?

From the lists, a rather disturbing Farnam quip. First New Orleans, now this. Do I have to take the "Support Our Troops" magnets off my car or what? Visual aid. Do the grunts who sleep in mud and get shot at feel this way, or is it just the recto-cranial officers? Clayton Cramer strikes again; transcript of recent Shotgun News column bashing pacifism (visual aid), with commentary & links.

1330 - Monday, 20 November 2006: Another 10-hour day, and tomorrow, but maybe not Wednesday. Tired.

1331 - Tuesday, 21 November 2006: Another 10, 8 tomorrow. Bleh.

1332 - Wednesday, 22 November 2006: Bleh, gah, etc. Holiday traffic already unprintable at 1:30pm.

Match results in mail! The Queen placed 6th of 14 counting real holes in paper. Overall winner shot 386/7X, 96.5%, with an ‘03A3.

Let's see what's backed up in the Inbox the last couple days. Tuscon Tom sends Big Brother's Eyes in the Sky.

Reader sends:

Leading the fight in Ramadi, Iraq, is Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt, known as "Iron Mike" or just "Gunny". He is on his third tour in Iraq. He had become a legend in the explosive ordnance disposal (EOD) world after winning the Bronze Star for disabling 64 IEDs and destroying 1,548 pieces of ordnance during his second tour. Then, on September 19, he got blown up. He had arrived at a chaotic scene after a bomb had killed four US soldiers. He chose not to wear the bulky bomb protection suit. "You can't react to any sniper fire and you get tunnel vision," he explains. So, protected by just a helmet and standard issue flak jacket, he began what EOD personnel term "the longest walk", stepping gingerly into a 5ft deep and 8ft wide crater.

The earth shifted slightly and he saw a Senao base station with a wire leading from it. He cut the wire and used his 7in knife to probe the ground. "I found a piece of red detonating cord between my legs," he says. "That's when I knew I was screwed."

Realizing he had been sucked into a trap, Sgt. Burghardt, 35, yelled at everyone to stay back. At that moment, a terrorist, probably watching through binoculars, pressed a button on his mobile phone to detonate the secondary device below the sergeant's feet. "A chill went up the back of my neck and then the bomb exploded," he recalls. "As I was in the air I remember thinking, 'I don't believe they got me.' I was just ticked off they were able to do it. Then I was lying on the road, not able to feel anything from the waist down."

His colleagues cut off his trousers to see how badly he was hurt. None could believe his legs were still there. "My dad's a Vietnam vet who's paralyzed from the waist down," says Sgt. Burghardt. "I was lying there thinking I didn't want to be in a wheelchair next to my dad and for him to see me like that. They started to cut away my pants and I felt a real sharp pain and blood trickling down. Then I wiggled my toes and I thought, 'Good, I'm in business.' " As a stretcher was brought over, adrenaline and anger kicked in. "I decided to walk to the helicopter. I wasn't going to let my teammates see me being carried away on a stretcher." He stood and gave the terrorists who had blown him up a one-fingered salute. "I flipped them one. It was like, 'OK, I lost that round but I'll be back next week'."

Copies of a photograph depicting his defiance, taken by Jeff Bundy for the Omaha World-Herald, adorn the walls of homes across America and that of Col. John Gronski, the brigade commander in Ramadi, who has hailed the image as an exemplar of the warrior spirit. Sgt. Burghardt's injuries - burns and wounds to his legs and buttocks - kept him off duty for nearly a month and could have earned him a ticket home. But, like his father - who was awarded a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts for being wounded in action in Vietnam - he stayed in Ramadi to engage in the battle against terrorists who are forever coming up with more ingenious ways of killing Americans.


You see that? Looka that. We got the best guys in the world. Men like that are why this country's lasted so long.

Reader sends, Do as I say, not as I do.

In the news, yet another pervert cop (1, 2), among a list of crooked ones. With this many actually making the news, how many are being swept under the rug, or just getting away with it?

1333 - Sunday, 26 November 2006: I was all set to ‘blog the fun weekend I had with my sister, scouring the entire Seattle metro sprawl for arms shops. Spent too much money.

But as soon as I got back and checked snailmail, I was in a bad mood.

‘Cause the arrogant elitist wretches in city and county government have subpoenaed me again for the trial on the 28th. With one business day's notice. (Postmarked the 24th and I'm keeping the envelope to prove it.) And you know what? I'm gonna tell those authoritarian totalitarian freaks that it's not enough notice to get the day off from work (the income from which is taxed to pay their excessive salaries), and furthermore I'm sick of being jerked around by their bureaucratic incompetence and of being a stepping stone for the DDA's career (who wants a nice juicy armed robbery conviction and doesn't care how many of the Little People she crushes to get it). Shove it you lying thieving government filth!

1334 - Monday, 27 November 2006: Trial set back to 8 January.

Gave the clerk an earful, with instructions to pass it on to the DDA. Later, message waiting from DDA, pro forma apology for the late subpoena. Lacking sincerity methinks - those government people don't see us as human beings with lives of our own, but as cardboard cutouts or video-game characters or domestic animals or suchlike - but I'll claim one point in the contest. Also I now have an allegedly-direct phone number for the DDA should I ever have the stomach to use it. (Gobbling antacid since last night. Every time I interact with that filthy system....) "Settlement hearing" 8 December, possible plea bargain and the trial may go away, DDA says she'll inform me (and based on her record thus far, including BOTCHING the initial prosecution for burglary, I'll believe that when it happens - hey! My Taxes Pay Her Salary and as an employer I'm very dissatisfied with her job performance!).

You know, she never once asked for my testimony. Just commanded it (that's the word the subpoena uses) like I was chattel. -Right now she's probably dismissing me as some Right-Wing Nut JobTM, the default stereotype for anyone who doesn't march in lockstep with an Important Government Official's worldview.

Later this week, when I've calmed down some, I'll ‘blog the otherwise-purty-good holiday weekend with family, and hack through the backed-up email.


1335 - Wednesday, 29 November 2006: Ooorrr, I could work overtime and be tired. And tomorrow. And Saturday. Phooey!

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