As seen on Gab.ai (posted by Deplorable Comrade Katrina)
The question and reply indicate a rather different perception of the situation.
I work at a grocery store, and it’s usually a comfy job. Comfy enough that I was able to sincerely hold on to my Ancap beliefs, until today. Today, a line was crossed that made me see the error of my ways.
They were doing inventory, and they needed us, or more specifically, me alone to push all the items in every shelf in the entire store all the way back, and then dust the shelf off.
At first it didn’t seem all that bad, but then I realized I was the only one doing it, and I would have to spend the rest of my shift on this. After only about five minutes, I felt like I was going crazy.
Push, spray, dust, move down, push, spray dust, move down, push spray, dust, move down, push, spray dust, move slightly to the left, and repeat.
I had to do that at least 30 times to only get one side of one aisle done. Took me at least half an hour to do that, and there were still 20 more aisles left in the store. The repetitive motion, the maddeningly slow progress, and being alone for the entire 8 hour shift (including an hour of overtime) was exhausting in every way imaginable.
By the time I was done, I was infuriated, not just with the fact that I had to do this, but because of how little I got out of it. $9.30 / hour of that insanity? What kind of heartless monster would tell someone in severe poverty doing this kind of work, to just “pull himself up by his bootstraps”? A sociopath, that’s who.
I finally understood what socialists have been talking about all this time.
“If only I were in a socialist country,” I thought, “the shelves would be completely empty and I could have finished this in like, an hour.”
May 23, 2017
I used to be an Ancap, but my job made me turn to socialism.
[Via a tweet by Michael Z Williamson.
I have nothing to add.—Joe]
10 shots in 3 seconds from a 6 caliber magazine revolver.
That is a ghost gun.
April 18, 2017
Post to “…gunman fired 10 shots before stopping to reload his six-shot revolver…”
[Mocking the ignorance of the anti-gun crowd can be quite entertaining. Just don’t forget that it is mostly entertainment. Taking a new shooter to the range is more productive in the long term.—Joe]
We all make typos. Butt-dials happen. Interruptions occu….
I found the world’s reaction to the partial information broadcast far and wide fascinating at many levels. At 12:06 AM Wednesday morning, the 31st of June, The Real Donald Trump (the God Emperor and President of the united States) sent a tweet. As with so many things said or typed at odd hours of the night, and from our president, it wasn’t phrased with quite the perfect polish and eloquence some might have hoped. Continue reading
I think we should get rid of waiting periods to buy guns. But… before you buy a gun, you have to prove that you had sexual intercourse with another person. Have you seen these shooter guys? Lonely looking bunch. If you can’t find someone to f— ya, then no gun! Guns don’t kill people — virgins do!
Jim Jefferies explains that ‘guns don’t kill people — virgins do’
[This got a smile out of me.
I suppose it makes as much sense as the waiting periods and background checks. Still, it is as pointless and unconstitutional as all of the other infringements they throw at us.—Joe]
I’ve said before that it would be cool to design an IPSC stage in which there are no “shoot” targets (only “no shoots”). Maybe even, everyone goes home without firing a shot that day, because that’s more “real life” than anything else you could set up.
The most unrealistic thing about a Practical Shooting match, then, is that you go to one knowing for a fact that shots will be fired, and you are thus prepared for it. In real life on the other hand, you never have that advance notice, there are no rules, no scratch lines on the ground, no range Nazis to correct your “mistakes”, no timers, no “walk throughs” prior to shooting your stage, and probably not even any safe places to shoot at all.
In that most realistic sense then, I’m in an IPSC match right now, as I type– I’m carrying a gun and assessing the environment, seeing no immediate threats. I’ve been in this particular “IPSC Match” for over 20 years already and have yet to draw my pistol, much less take a shot. This isn’t merely similar to real life; it IS real life. I only draw and fire my gun when I’ve decided to pause the “IPSC Match” for a while, and find a safe place to shoot.
The range mentality has gotten so insane that I’ve seen multiple gun demonstration videos in which the shooter loads five of six, in a percussion revolver (which is stupid right there if you understand how a percussion revolver differs from a cartridge gun), fiddle farts around trying to lower the hammer on the empty but inadvertently lowers it on a live chamber instead and has to fiddle fart with the gun some more to be sure it’s “safe”, walks five feet to the firing line, confident that he’s “being safe”, and then looks down and shuffles around a bit to make sure his feet are right on the scratch line. Stuff like that.
Don’t even try to talk to me about it. I’m just…not…listening…anymore. I’ve hear it all before anyway. Hell I wrote some of those the rules, literally– I was once the president of a Practical Shooting club.
Go ahead and call me crazy though. I’m accustomed to it, as you may well imagine.
The odor of these was not so much skunk-like as garlicky, the epitome and concentrate of all the back doors of all the bad Greek restaurants in all the world. And finally he surpassed himself with something that had a dimethylamino group attached to a mercaptan sulfur, and whose odor can’t, with all the resources of the English language, even be described. It also drew flies.
John D. Clark
I G N I T I O N !: An Informal History of Liquid Rocket Propellants
[In addition to the strong propensity for experimental rocket fuels to produce craters, metal debris falling from the sky, and dissolved and/or scrambled body parts many of the fuels also smelled extremely bad. But not all. One left behind the smell of lemons.—Joe]
[Arthur suddenly laughs uproariously]
Gloria: What’s so funny now?
Arthur: Sometimes I just think funny things.
Barb does this too, perhaps even more frequently than Josh. And they, unlike Arthur, are not drunk when this happen.
They both spontaneously, without any apparent external input, burst into laughter.
I like that.—Joe]
If your propellants flow into the chamber and ignite immediately, you’re in business. But if they flow in, collect in a puddle, and then ignite, you have an explosion which generally demolishes the engine and its immediate surroundings. The accepted euphemism for this sequence of events is a “hard start.”
John D. Clark
I G N I T I O N !: An Informal History of Liquid Rocket Propellants
[As I told Barb after she asked me why I was laughing, “The research of rocket propellants was a risky business. Sometimes the author doesn’t treat the subject entirely seriously.”—Joe]
As I found this in my \temp directory when I was cleaning up things I don’t know where it came from. I don’t recall visiting thepeoplescube.com until today when I went looking for it:
I find image fitting.
From this morning:
Barb: I’m lollygagging.
Joe: I don’t understand why you would want to gag lollies.
<still more silence>
Barb: I love you anyway.
I presume she was using a more modern definition of lollygag than that at the beginning of the 20th Century. I suppose I should confirm that.
They’re coming to grab your guns. They’re your friends, family, loved ones. Even strangers will do it, if you let them. Some reporters have been known to do it, too, if you invite them.
With your permission, these people will take your gun, gently, from your hands into theirs. Shoot, they will. Learn, they must.
They will touch your gun all over. And another one. And another one. And other one. So many makes, so many models!
Questions will be asked, probed. They’ll load your gun, but certainly won’t loathe your gun. They’ll ooh, ahh, ogle, and be in awe of your gun(s).
It goes unsaid, but for those who don’t know: you will teach them to keep it pointed in a safe direction.
They might even “borrow” your ammunition. And leave behind the brass.
Though your ammo will be spent, you’ll oftentimes expect no reimbursement.
When the moment, or day, or shooting weekend is over, they’ll express gratitude, then return your tool, graciously.
You’ll clean the instrument, without minding at all.
Not only is an armed society a polite society, it’s a gunsharing, caring society.
If you’re a righteous gun owner, you’re essentially part of the gunsharing community. Gunsharing is a voluntary, legal activity in which one person owns and shares their gun(s) with one or more people, whilst providing gun safety teaching, free of charge. This is done out of compassion, because gun owners care about sharing their knowledge, skills, and tools.
After gunsharing, fellow gun users will want to grab your gun. Because it’s so much fun. Safe, too.
Gunsharing is it’s own little sharing economy of sorts.
This post goes out to all the men and women, who, over the years, have allowed me to familiarize myself with their magnificent tools. Thank you. And you. And you. And you.
Readers, what kind of guns have you legally borrowed from other righteous gun owners? I’m bracing myself for a looooong list. Let’s hear it. Tell the gun grabbers just how far – and how safely – one gun goes.
Oh, look… the hashtag’s registered at Twubs. How nice.
Sebastian tells us Nevada Background Check Initiative Can’t Be Implemented:
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy New Years all rolled into one: Bloomberg spend 20 million dollars in Nevada to secure a razor thin win, and he still gets nothing. The Attorney General in Nevada checked with the FBI and the law as it was written is simply not implementable. The FBI stated that states can’t commander federal policy on the matter, and that they refuse to conduct the checks in accordance with the way Bloomberg’s new law requires.
The idea that Russia hacked Hillary’s firmware and made her more unlikable and less human has merit.
Robb Allen @ItsRobbAllen
Tweeted on December 10, 2016
[It makes sense to me. Russian technology has always been a little rough. It’s mostly functional but it doesn’t have the polish and finish that it needs to be viable in this country.—Joe]
I don’t think they seriously think ROT13 is a means of secure communication. I agree it seems to be confusing people enough to collect a good set of downvotes, but for the rest it’s just intended as a lighthearted joke. Everyone knows you at least need ROT14 to be secure.
December 10, 2016
Comment to Op-ed: I’m throwing in the towel on PGP, and I work in security
[I broke out into a laugh that Barb probably heard half way across the house.
Yeah. It’s a joke for computer nerds. And probably mostly old nerds.
Via email from Sean.—Joe]
I don’t need any brass at the moment but it appears Chicago is where to go to restock. Via The Onion:
Promising that every effort would be made to limit the impact on residents’ day-to-day lives, Chicago officials announced Wednesday that a fleet of plows was working around the clock to clear more than 18 inches of fresh bullet casings that had blanketed the metropolitan area overnight.
Sources at the city’s Department of Streets and Sanitation confirmed that over 250 ammunition-removal vehicles had been deployed to deal with the knee-deep layer of spent cartridges, which have been steadily accumulating on Chicago’s streets, alleys, and pedestrian walkways since the previous evening.
There must be a fair amount of lead available for reclamation as well. Of course a significant portion would have been claimed by the hospitals.
H/T to Say Uncle.
Saturday Night Live did a surprisingly insightful ad for “The Bubble”
That’s right out of the “right wing” talk show sarcasm circuit. If Ann Coulter and Rush Limbaugh got together, they’d have come up with the same ad. Who thought of that? How did it get past the network editors?
I received the following via email from Bruce L.:
A wild eyed 69 year old woman walked into a crowded bar in downtown Washington, District of Columbia, waving an un-holstered pistol and yelled out, “I have a .45 caliber Colt 1911, with a seven round magazine, plus one in the chamber.
I want to know who’s been sleeping with my husband!”
A female voice from the back of the room called out, “You need more ammo Hillary!”
Obviously, it’s fiction. Hillary doesn’t know that much about guns.
President-elect Trump has better coverage than Verizon. Can you hear us now?
Kambree Kawahine Koa
Tweeted on November 9, 2016
[Via email from Paul Koning.
The way the cell phone providers measure coverage is in terms of “pops” (the population of people who live where they have cell phone service from that carrier). So, technically, if you are measuring the “pops” in the red (Trump carried counties) the fact that large population centers did not vote for Trump probably means Verizon “pops” exceed Trump “pops”. But still it is a message the Democrat party heard. I’m not sure they understood it correctly and I’m not sure they will figure it out and respond appropriately, but they certainly did hear it.—Joe]