It’s a humorous thought, but even with those conditions, and actually, especially with those conditions present I would not license my guns.
It’s logically consistent. Therefore, if you are in support of banning guns to stop violent crime you must also be in support of banning pencils to stop people from getting bad grades. You may have already observed this but they do not follow this course of action.
One must therefore conclude that the reason for their desire for banning guns has nothing to do with the stated goal of reducing violent crime. It must be something else such as a desire to control people.
Another alternative which has legitimate application in many cases is that anti-gun people do not confine themselves to logical thought processes. One Marxist professor I talked with even express pride of being able to break free of such constraints.
I’m not so thrilled about the statement in absolute terms. There are lot of other advantages I would rate just as high from associating with women who aren’t social justice warriors.
Via email from Steve O.
That’s one way to deal with those who invoke Markley’s Law.
Via someplace on Facebook:
YOU KNOW YOU ARE FROM WASHINGTON STATE WHEN:
You know the Vitamin d deficiency struggle is real.
You know how to pronounce Sequim, Puyallup, Sammamish, Enumclaw and Issaquah.
You avoid driving through Seattle at all costs.
You know what a Geoduck is.
You consider swimming an indoor sport.
You see a person carrying an umbrella and instantly think tourist.
Your lawn is mostly moss and you don’t really care.
Honking your car horn is for absolute emergencies.
You’re EXTREMELY picky about your coffee.
“The mountain is out today”, isn’t a strange statement.
While out of state you just tell people you’re from Seattle since that’s the only known city in Washington according to the rest of the world.
You remember Almost Live.
You’ve eaten in the Space Needle, and while it was delicious, you’re never paying $50 for a meal in the sky again.
You rarely wash your car because it’s just going to get washed by the rain tomorrow.
You’re used to the phrase “No, not DC” when telling out of staters where you’re from.
Northface is always in fashion.
You take a warm coat and a hat with you for a day at the beach.
You have mastered the art of doing everything in the rain, because, well, Washington.
You play the “no you go” at four-way stop.
You have had both the thought of how beautiful Mount Rainier is, while simultaneously accepting that it will probably kill you someday.
You get a little twitchy if it’s been more than a week since it last rained.
You believe Twilight ruined Forks.
You can say Humptulips, Lilliwap and Dosewallips without giggling.
Add Mukilteo, Snohomish, and Snoqualmie to the list of places you can pronounce correctly. And in Barb’s case she fought Moss War 2015, and finally won in 2016.
When you consider that most people figure out how to ask a question before leaving grade school, yet journalism is almost entirely populated by people who needed an additional four years of secondary education to crack that nut, it all makes sense.
Tweeted on November 30, 2018
[It’s not entirely true, but it has a strong leaning in the direction of truth.—Joe]
Some of my teammates and I were discussing the details of an email we got from someone who claimed they had been hacked. It had a number of conclusions which were absurd on their face and the data they supplied were consistent with an alternate hypothesis which was void of any wrongdoing. Yet, we were inclined to look into it a little bit more…
Joe: What they are saying doesn’t make any sense but it’s all within the realm of standard ignorance.
Caity: I like that phrase, “Within the realm of standard ignorance.” Can I be Queen of the Realm?
Does it ever strike you as odd that people pay a premium for water that is exceptionally clean but pay an even higher premium to have water strained through ground up vegetable matter?
Daughter Jaime was rereading a Calvin and Hobbes book and claimed that Calvin’s father had a lot of similarities to me. I didn’t recall him being a particularly good match. She then presented her primary exhibit, this comic:
When I stopped laughing I conceded her point.
Today, from a meeting at work (redacted and paraphrased as needed):
Jodie (my boss): Ms. “X” and some other adult entertainers have contacted Mr. “A” and have starting talking. We should reach out to Mr. “A” and get a relationship going so we can correct any false or misleading information he gets from other sources.
[Joe starts smirking]
[Jodie looks at me and stops talking]
Joe: It might be difficult to establish a competing relationship when our competition is a bunch of porn stars.
Fortunately, everyone in the room seemed to think it was as funny as I did and I wasn’t sent to HR for reeducation.
They seem to be legitimate illegal activity.
May 3, 2018
[This was from work.
Devin was researching a business that, essentially, sold stolen goods and had a good reputation with their customers.
This is sort of like an “honest politician” is one which, once bought, stays bought.—Joe]
The old destroyer gun turret which housed our card-gap* setup had become a bit frayed and tattered from the shrapnel it had contained. (The plating on a destroyer is usually thick enough to keep out the water and the smaller fish.) So we had installed an inner layer of armor plate, standing off about an inch and a half from the original plating. And, as the setup hadn’t been used for several months, a large colony of bats —yes, bats, little Dracula types —had moved to the gap to spend the winter And when the first shot went off, they all came boiling out with their sonar gear fouled up, shaking their heads and pounding their ears. They chose one rocket mechanic —as it happens, a remarkably goosy character anyway—and decided that it was all his fault. And if you, gentle reader, have never seen a nervous rocket mechanic, complete with monkey suit, being buzzed by nine thousand demented bats and trying to beat them off with a shovel, there is something missing from your experience.
John D. Clark
I G N I T I O N !: An Informal History of Liquid Rocket Propellants, page 171
[I love this book.—Joe]
* The card-gap test is used to determine the shock sensitivity of a potentially explosive liquid. A 50-gram block of tetryl (high explosive) is detonated beneath a 40 cc sample of the liquid in question, contained in a 3″ length of 1″ iron pipe sealed at the bottom with a thin sheet of Teflon. If the liquid detonates, it punches a hole in the target plate, of 3/8″ boiler plate, sitting on top of it. The sensitivity of the liquid is measured by the number of “cards,” discs of 0.01″ thick cellulose acetate, which must be stacked between the tetryl and the sample to keep the latter from going off. Zero cards means relatively insensitive, a hundred cards means that you’d better forget the whole business. As may be imagined, the test is somewhat noisy, and best done some distance from human habitation, or, at least, from humans who can make their complaints stick.
My nice, Lisa, recently delivered a healthy set of twins and has been posting pictures and updates on Facebook. Recently it included this:
I’ve had a few people ask about Remy’s toes… they’re completely normal as far as Huffman toes go, she just spreads them way out and they look freaky in some pictures!
Barb has commented on my toes as well. I can easily move them in directions she can’t even generate a twitch.
I also have often wondered why there was a big deal, by some people, about thumbs being opposable.
I laughed. From Gab. Likely from this tee-shirt.
Well the initiation process does require one to eat the still-beating heart of a hippie…
Professional Firearms Instructor
November 9, 2017
In response to the question, “Can a vegan join the NRA and how will they be viewed by other gun owners?”
[Ask a silly question, get a silly answer.
John has also been quoted here before:
- Quote of the day–John Fogh (The strong rule the weak)
- Quote of the day–John Fogh (Please don’t rape me)
He also taught Barb how to fight with a knife.—Joe]
My sense of humor may be considered somewhat warped, but I think this is shockingly funny: