I read this via Tam, and decided to dust off a post that I had been sitting on for several months, because it was too......too...... out there. Well, here is the Liberal CCW answer to Tyranny in Red Tights.
Pick a gun board, how many posts are there where folks complain about the loss of their second amendment rights? This is a big deal, we dedicate billions of pixels to this in online discussions. Read SouthParkPundit, Josh, poor Josh more restricted than many of us, sitting in California, he can't go about armed. The State Gov't has unconstitutionally removed his second amendment rights. The Republican Governer of California supports this denial of Josh's Second Amendment rights. Josh's writing reads like a guy who could bust a blood pressure cuff right off of his bicep on sheer indignation at his situation. And rightfully so.
Why do firearms owners all chatter nervously about the problem, with no tangible action, just pay their NRA dues, write their Elected Officials, not march on Washington? Because they obey they laws, even when the laws are unconstitutional.
We write our Representatives, and type up a storm on the Internet. In short, we take the easy way out, the safe way, because if we get right down to it, we don't really mean what we say. As I see it, it comes down to this:
1. The US, State and local Governments are guilty of breaking the law as stated in the Second Amendment of the US Bill of Rights.
3. The pro-Second Amendment lobby groups have abysmal track records of reversing the situation.
4. Firearms owners are by a vast majority law abiding patriots, loath to break laws, even unjust ones.
5. In the event of a pervasive erosion or denial of citizens rights, unjust laws will never be reversed by following them, but can only be reversed by a sustained and organized resistance.
Note: The following is only hypothetical, the author does not plan to do any of the following, nor does he suggest that anyone else do any of the following. It is a thought exercise only.
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In this case, the resistance would be simple.
You could carry.
You could carry everywhere.
You could carry whatever you want in public. Rifles, select fire, if you wished.
Everyone could carry.
We could carry in groups in the streets, and get arrested if need be.
Sure, some folks would go to jail, have their firearms confiscated. Are you serious about your Second Amendment right, serious enough to go to jail to protest your government breaking it's own law?
Rosa Parks was willing to go to jail for her Constitutionally granted rights . MLK died fighting for his.
You might miss work and incur court costs. You might be killed by the police. Are your Second Amendment rights worth it?
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End of Thought Exercise.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Meeting the Chief
Last night the Centrist CCW and I met Michell Hicks, the Chief of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee. It was an interesting evening, Chief Hicks is very patriotic, and a sharp businessman, in contrast to the typical college students filling the room. Someone asked about native religion, Chief Hick paused and said:
"Many of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee are Southern Baptist".
Needless to say, this did not get a lot of oohs and ahhs in a university setting, nor any follow up questions.
Another great quote was:
"Native Americans proudly serve in the US Armed Forces in a much higher percentage than the general population".
No one wanted to know why.
It was great to see a real person confront the stereotypes about their people group in front of granola crunchers who come hard wired with a politically correct, and factually incorrect view of Native Americans.
Power to the Flag Waving, Military Serving, God Fearing, Southern Baptist people!
"Many of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee are Southern Baptist".
Needless to say, this did not get a lot of oohs and ahhs in a university setting, nor any follow up questions.
Another great quote was:
"Native Americans proudly serve in the US Armed Forces in a much higher percentage than the general population".
No one wanted to know why.
It was great to see a real person confront the stereotypes about their people group in front of granola crunchers who come hard wired with a politically correct, and factually incorrect view of Native Americans.
Power to the Flag Waving, Military Serving, God Fearing, Southern Baptist people!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Why you need a WASR-10 in your bedroom.
A home invasion in Ocala FL ended quickly when the resident brought his Romanian AKM to bear on the .25 calibre pistol wielding crooks.

To quote from the "suspected home invaders" upon seeing the home owner with his WASR, via this article:
"Let's get the [expletive] out of here!"
Follow up article.

To quote from the "suspected home invaders" upon seeing the home owner with his WASR, via this article:
"Let's get the [expletive] out of here!"
Follow up article.
Liberal CCW State of the Union Reaction
I bring you: The official Liberal CCW impressions of President Bush's 2008 State of the Union Address.
President Bush:

Bush's delivery was riddled throughout with verbal ineptitude. As he slurred his way through his delivery, I wondered if he had gotten his lips caught in a power coupling during the limo ride from the White House. The largest failing in his message, in my opinion, was the oversimplification with which he blanketed his description of our Nation's challenges. As a single example, he referred many times to "The Terrorists", but I think he meant at times Arab Sunni Extremists, Persian Shia Radicals, Arab Shia Radicals, and specifically Hamas, Hezbollah, the Government of Iran, The Taliban and the US Democratic Party that is sympathetic to them. Unfortunately for us, apparently in Bush's brain, the above nasties are all the same. Such thinking must certainly speed the decision making process, but it certainly plays hell with job performance, as witnessed in Iraq, Afghanistan and New Orleans.
Bush sat in front of Vice President Cheney and Nancy Pelosi.
Vice President Dick Cheney:

To be quite frank with you, Cheney scares me. Every time he leaves his trash compactor and surfaces in public, I fear that someone is going to get eaten, or at least drug under murky black water, and roughed up. How can such a disgusting creature consisting of a single eye and many slimy tentacles have run Halliburton, and now sit in the number two seat in the worlds most powerful Nation you ask? I believe that I have found the answer: Ethics don't count.
Nancy Pelosi:
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Nancy, oh Nancy! You did such a good job of sitting there looking disapproving! You led your side of the chamber to sit, then stand, then sit again in an amazing display of canine behavioural training. It was such a powerful display of well led sitting, and standing, all while looking thin and disapproving, it was a sight to behold. I just wish that your party delivered a coherent message.
I have a theory that the only reason the Democrats ever win anything is because the Republicans get so self righteous after a term or two in office that they end up pulling truly crazy shenanigans. Like having the NSA warrentlessly wiretap your grandmother, while the CIA is water boarding your kindergarten teacher and the party leaders are having anonymous same-gender fat-white-guy you know what in airport restrooms. Then they put on a big show, denying the wiretapping and bathroom stall geriatric human rodeo riding while justifying the water boarding as "not torture" and as necessary for the fulfilment of some sort of twisted Republican definition of National Security.
After several terms of these Republican gross abuses, American Citizens want a party that is is not so bent on vigorously doing things that seem so patently wrong. The Democrats are a party that has no idea what to do, and so do nothing, making themselves the safer choice.
President Bush:

Bush's delivery was riddled throughout with verbal ineptitude. As he slurred his way through his delivery, I wondered if he had gotten his lips caught in a power coupling during the limo ride from the White House. The largest failing in his message, in my opinion, was the oversimplification with which he blanketed his description of our Nation's challenges. As a single example, he referred many times to "The Terrorists", but I think he meant at times Arab Sunni Extremists, Persian Shia Radicals, Arab Shia Radicals, and specifically Hamas, Hezbollah, the Government of Iran, The Taliban and the US Democratic Party that is sympathetic to them. Unfortunately for us, apparently in Bush's brain, the above nasties are all the same. Such thinking must certainly speed the decision making process, but it certainly plays hell with job performance, as witnessed in Iraq, Afghanistan and New Orleans.
Bush sat in front of Vice President Cheney and Nancy Pelosi.
Vice President Dick Cheney:

To be quite frank with you, Cheney scares me. Every time he leaves his trash compactor and surfaces in public, I fear that someone is going to get eaten, or at least drug under murky black water, and roughed up. How can such a disgusting creature consisting of a single eye and many slimy tentacles have run Halliburton, and now sit in the number two seat in the worlds most powerful Nation you ask? I believe that I have found the answer: Ethics don't count.
Nancy Pelosi:
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Nancy, oh Nancy! You did such a good job of sitting there looking disapproving! You led your side of the chamber to sit, then stand, then sit again in an amazing display of canine behavioural training. It was such a powerful display of well led sitting, and standing, all while looking thin and disapproving, it was a sight to behold. I just wish that your party delivered a coherent message.
I have a theory that the only reason the Democrats ever win anything is because the Republicans get so self righteous after a term or two in office that they end up pulling truly crazy shenanigans. Like having the NSA warrentlessly wiretap your grandmother, while the CIA is water boarding your kindergarten teacher and the party leaders are having anonymous same-gender fat-white-guy you know what in airport restrooms. Then they put on a big show, denying the wiretapping and bathroom stall geriatric human rodeo riding while justifying the water boarding as "not torture" and as necessary for the fulfilment of some sort of twisted Republican definition of National Security.
After several terms of these Republican gross abuses, American Citizens want a party that is is not so bent on vigorously doing things that seem so patently wrong. The Democrats are a party that has no idea what to do, and so do nothing, making themselves the safer choice.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
What I do for a living.
I tame The Roar.
This morning, I got to work and put my earplugs in, then entered the Chamber of The Source of The Roar, and awakened it into Growl Mode. I flipped the mode switch from Growl to Roar after two minutes of warmup, and my eardrums were rewarded with a increase in the bass tones of the growl, and a deafening shriek which is normal for the transition from from Growl Mode to Full Blown Roar.
Using a series of control boxes, a computer and a quarter million Watts of electrical power, I heat The Roar, change it's volume, squeeze it through bits of metal, and make it work for me. The Roar is my daily companion, co-workers and clients have to shout to be heard over it's constant presence. Some days, I have to tame The Roar to a quiet hiss, others, I let it drown out all other sounds as I live for eight hours immersed in it, as if it were an angry, audible sea.
There are days that The Roar is moving so hot and fast that it burns my fingers, and I have to wear two pairs of thick leather gloves to avoid a trip to the hospital. Some days the roar heats up the work room to over one hundred and twenty five degrees fahrenheit. In the winter The Roar keeps me cozy warm.
Clients pay to have their products subjected to The Roar, and as a Roar Tamer, as I redirect it through a myriad of pipes, I bend it to my will. Clients actually (I find this amazing) take me and the Centrist CCW to dinner, all to learn more about The Roar, and hear tales about taming it. Some have even offered to move me and Centrist CCW across the country, and pay me handsomely to tame their Roars.
The worst days on the job come in two types, Silent Days, when The Roar is broken, and days when Client's Roars are misbehaving.
Silence at work means dirty hands and a careful avoidance of high voltage, while The Inner Workings of The Roar are repaired.
A frantic call from a Client means that elsewhere, money is being lost, and A Roar refuses to be tamed. Unfortunately, problems with a sound as loud as The Roar are hard to diagnose over the phone, you have to immerse yourself in the sound, feel the noise beat your ribcage, let it move the hairs on your head, watch the Mirage of heat it creates.
This morning, I got to work and put my earplugs in, then entered the Chamber of The Source of The Roar, and awakened it into Growl Mode. I flipped the mode switch from Growl to Roar after two minutes of warmup, and my eardrums were rewarded with a increase in the bass tones of the growl, and a deafening shriek which is normal for the transition from from Growl Mode to Full Blown Roar.
Using a series of control boxes, a computer and a quarter million Watts of electrical power, I heat The Roar, change it's volume, squeeze it through bits of metal, and make it work for me. The Roar is my daily companion, co-workers and clients have to shout to be heard over it's constant presence. Some days, I have to tame The Roar to a quiet hiss, others, I let it drown out all other sounds as I live for eight hours immersed in it, as if it were an angry, audible sea.
There are days that The Roar is moving so hot and fast that it burns my fingers, and I have to wear two pairs of thick leather gloves to avoid a trip to the hospital. Some days the roar heats up the work room to over one hundred and twenty five degrees fahrenheit. In the winter The Roar keeps me cozy warm.
Clients pay to have their products subjected to The Roar, and as a Roar Tamer, as I redirect it through a myriad of pipes, I bend it to my will. Clients actually (I find this amazing) take me and the Centrist CCW to dinner, all to learn more about The Roar, and hear tales about taming it. Some have even offered to move me and Centrist CCW across the country, and pay me handsomely to tame their Roars.
The worst days on the job come in two types, Silent Days, when The Roar is broken, and days when Client's Roars are misbehaving.
Silence at work means dirty hands and a careful avoidance of high voltage, while The Inner Workings of The Roar are repaired.
A frantic call from a Client means that elsewhere, money is being lost, and A Roar refuses to be tamed. Unfortunately, problems with a sound as loud as The Roar are hard to diagnose over the phone, you have to immerse yourself in the sound, feel the noise beat your ribcage, let it move the hairs on your head, watch the Mirage of heat it creates.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
If Hillary wins, I'm in for a rough four years.
Hillary is neck and neck with Obama for the Democratic nomination for 2008. If Hillary goes on to win the US Presidency, I will be miserable. Not miserable due to Hillary's Presidency, mind you, but due to the reaction of my conservative kinfolk to Hillary's Presidency. To me, the Clintons come across as booksmart elitist appearancers* and closet frogfacers**. The problem however, is that to my conservative kinfolk, Bill and Hillary Clinton are, to put it delicately, Satan and the Beast. I think that this sulphurous vision of the Clintons predates Bill's Presidency, as I distinctly remember his first day in office, way back in 1991. I was at work, and a rotund man who had been giving unsolicited right wing political commentary for months came in the front door and with his neck veins popping announced:
[Loud, stressed, George Costanza Voice] "I'm Tellin You! Day One! America Under Siege!"
Then he dramatically turned on his heels and walked out of the door. I was thinking about it, there must have been seeds of this Satan and the Beast vision of the Clintons way back in the early nineties, which have now grown into today's Conservative's dark vision of the dastardly duo. I have had my relatives explain to me in condescending tones that Hillary has boats waiting offshore loaded with microchips to implant into every American Citizen, in order to monitor our whereabouts at every moment. When I hemmed and hawed at accepting this dark truth, the relative burst into a tearful rage, yelling at me, shouting that I:
"...was blind to the future planned by the Democratic Party, a future that involved rounding up all American Christians, and then killing them, look, they already have the Ten Commandments out of schools, blah blah blah".
Needless to say, this account of evil Democrats did not scare me in the slightest, but made me doubt the future of the Republican base. What are they telling these poor folks about the opposition? If the right has stooped this low, who will stand up to the left as a conservative voice of logic and reason? Rush Limbaugh? That's like putting Michael Moore in charge of a left leaning thinktank. The results would be entertaining, but in the end, utterly useless.
Now here I sit, faced with the nerve wracking possibility of living for four years in a nation where half of the country believes that the end is just around the corner. My relatives calling to tell me of the latest Hillary scare, longing for the good old days of Bush's term in office. I can see myself spending the next four, or worse, eight years, getting shouted down in public by my relatives for refusing to believe in evidence-less conspiracy theories regarding the impending doom of Western Christendom at the hands of Satan and his wife, the Beast. We as a nation survived the first two Clinton terms, (with a balanced budget) I would dare to bet that The United States of America would survive another Clinton term. My nerves, however, might not.
*Appearancers: Boom to slightly post boom white folks who were born poor and must thus either flaunt a high priced education or a high priced immaculate home to prove to themselves and others that they are not white trash.)
**Frogfacers: Middle aged Americans wearing permanent facial expressions featuring lips that turn down at the corners so that they have a severe frown resembling a frog. Entrenched frogfacers can actually laugh through the frown. Informal statistical oberservations have shown that if a middle aged American female owns a beige Buick that has at least one patriotic sticker on it or a straw hat in the rear window, the said female has a 100% chance of being a frogfacer.
[Loud, stressed, George Costanza Voice] "I'm Tellin You! Day One! America Under Siege!"
Then he dramatically turned on his heels and walked out of the door. I was thinking about it, there must have been seeds of this Satan and the Beast vision of the Clintons way back in the early nineties, which have now grown into today's Conservative's dark vision of the dastardly duo. I have had my relatives explain to me in condescending tones that Hillary has boats waiting offshore loaded with microchips to implant into every American Citizen, in order to monitor our whereabouts at every moment. When I hemmed and hawed at accepting this dark truth, the relative burst into a tearful rage, yelling at me, shouting that I:
"...was blind to the future planned by the Democratic Party, a future that involved rounding up all American Christians, and then killing them, look, they already have the Ten Commandments out of schools, blah blah blah".
Needless to say, this account of evil Democrats did not scare me in the slightest, but made me doubt the future of the Republican base. What are they telling these poor folks about the opposition? If the right has stooped this low, who will stand up to the left as a conservative voice of logic and reason? Rush Limbaugh? That's like putting Michael Moore in charge of a left leaning thinktank. The results would be entertaining, but in the end, utterly useless.
Now here I sit, faced with the nerve wracking possibility of living for four years in a nation where half of the country believes that the end is just around the corner. My relatives calling to tell me of the latest Hillary scare, longing for the good old days of Bush's term in office. I can see myself spending the next four, or worse, eight years, getting shouted down in public by my relatives for refusing to believe in evidence-less conspiracy theories regarding the impending doom of Western Christendom at the hands of Satan and his wife, the Beast. We as a nation survived the first two Clinton terms, (with a balanced budget) I would dare to bet that The United States of America would survive another Clinton term. My nerves, however, might not.
*Appearancers: Boom to slightly post boom white folks who were born poor and must thus either flaunt a high priced education or a high priced immaculate home to prove to themselves and others that they are not white trash.)
**Frogfacers: Middle aged Americans wearing permanent facial expressions featuring lips that turn down at the corners so that they have a severe frown resembling a frog. Entrenched frogfacers can actually laugh through the frown. Informal statistical oberservations have shown that if a middle aged American female owns a beige Buick that has at least one patriotic sticker on it or a straw hat in the rear window, the said female has a 100% chance of being a frogfacer.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
If US political parties ran your school lunchroom...
If the US Democratic party ran the school lunch room, a school lunch would cost on average $74.27. If students couldn't afford to pay for their lunch, they could get on a program, which meant everyone else who could afford to pay, paid for them. This accounts for a good chunk of the $74.27. The lunch room would be well lit, with soothing music coming from speakers in the ceiling, and students would get a hug from the principal when they left to go back to class. There would be ninety four cafeteria workers behind the lunch counter, three of whom would actually be working. This wasteful over staffing minus $3.00 actual food cost, accounts for the rest of the $74.27. Due to much line cutting and confusion, fostered by a general lack of discipline, the line for lunch would frequently be very long, sometimes out into the hall, down the hall and even outside the school building. Students from other schools, and even ordinary people off of the street would get lunch paid for by the few who had money. Everyone would have the same sized tray, and would eat the same meal every day: Creamed corn, green beans, and a meat patty with skimmed milk to drink. There would be no other menu. However, if you knew which crooked Democratic lunch lady to ask, and slipped her a twenty dollar bill, you could stick your hand in the secret slush fund cookie jar and make off a handful of cookies. Occasionally, due to a flagrant disregard for planning, the food would run out near the end of the year, leading to unrest among the students. The democratic lunch ladies would blame the previous Republican lunch ladies' administration for the food shortage.
If the US Libertarian party ran the lunch room, there would be no lunch ladies. There would be no tables, there would be no lights, no soothing music. There would be no trays, nor utensils. No hugging, (although students could hug if they wanted to, even if the preferred to hug someone of the same gender) and certainly no cookie jar. The lunch would be free to each student who would have their own key to the school pantry. No student from other schools, and certainly no one from off of the street would be allowed into the lunch room. If a student wanted to open a can of food, they would have to bring their own can opener, if they wanted hot food, they would have to bring Sterno and a lighter. The students would sit in groups, not at long tables. If students wanted to smoke while eating, they could smoke. If they wanted to pray before meals, they could. If they wanted to perform the Star Spangled Banner by exhaling pot smoke through a kazoo, by golly, they could. The wheelchair-bound kids would have to fend for themselves, unless someone else helped them out. Students who could not figure out how to prepare food would go hungry. Due to lack of a viable fee schedule for lunches, food would tend run out, and the Libertarian lunch ladies would blame both the earlier Democratic and even earlier Republican lunch ladies for the food shortage.
If the US Republican Party ran the school lunch room, a school lunch would cost a reasonable $3.00. There would be a single round table in the middle of the room, stacked high with the best food. Caviar, fillet mignon, fine wines and treats would be heaped on the table, like a giant ant hill of food. The lunch ladies would sit close around the circular table, eating the feast in a grotesquely corpulent display of gluttony. Any bits of gristle, peel, bad fruit, etc would get pitched over their shoulders to the second row of chairs, in a circle behind the first. These folks closest to the Republican lunch ladies would eat what they wanted, and discard the least desirable bits to the row behind them, and so on until the last row. The net effect is that the Republican lunch ladies pay $3.00 for a buffet table with the world's best cuisine, and the folks in the back row pay $3.00 to lick the crust out of a cupcake wrapper. The students in the back row would be malnourished, and the wheelchair-bound kids can't reach the floor to pick up the scraps, so they would starve to death. If the food happened to run out, the Republican lunch ladies would simply send thugs to invade the lunch room of a less powerful school across town to secure a steady supply of food. Then they would blame the Democratic Party lunch ladies from the previous administration for allowing things to get to the point that force was needed to fix the situation.
If the US Libertarian party ran the lunch room, there would be no lunch ladies. There would be no tables, there would be no lights, no soothing music. There would be no trays, nor utensils. No hugging, (although students could hug if they wanted to, even if the preferred to hug someone of the same gender) and certainly no cookie jar. The lunch would be free to each student who would have their own key to the school pantry. No student from other schools, and certainly no one from off of the street would be allowed into the lunch room. If a student wanted to open a can of food, they would have to bring their own can opener, if they wanted hot food, they would have to bring Sterno and a lighter. The students would sit in groups, not at long tables. If students wanted to smoke while eating, they could smoke. If they wanted to pray before meals, they could. If they wanted to perform the Star Spangled Banner by exhaling pot smoke through a kazoo, by golly, they could. The wheelchair-bound kids would have to fend for themselves, unless someone else helped them out. Students who could not figure out how to prepare food would go hungry. Due to lack of a viable fee schedule for lunches, food would tend run out, and the Libertarian lunch ladies would blame both the earlier Democratic and even earlier Republican lunch ladies for the food shortage.
If the US Republican Party ran the school lunch room, a school lunch would cost a reasonable $3.00. There would be a single round table in the middle of the room, stacked high with the best food. Caviar, fillet mignon, fine wines and treats would be heaped on the table, like a giant ant hill of food. The lunch ladies would sit close around the circular table, eating the feast in a grotesquely corpulent display of gluttony. Any bits of gristle, peel, bad fruit, etc would get pitched over their shoulders to the second row of chairs, in a circle behind the first. These folks closest to the Republican lunch ladies would eat what they wanted, and discard the least desirable bits to the row behind them, and so on until the last row. The net effect is that the Republican lunch ladies pay $3.00 for a buffet table with the world's best cuisine, and the folks in the back row pay $3.00 to lick the crust out of a cupcake wrapper. The students in the back row would be malnourished, and the wheelchair-bound kids can't reach the floor to pick up the scraps, so they would starve to death. If the food happened to run out, the Republican lunch ladies would simply send thugs to invade the lunch room of a less powerful school across town to secure a steady supply of food. Then they would blame the Democratic Party lunch ladies from the previous administration for allowing things to get to the point that force was needed to fix the situation.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Thoughts...
Consider this a 30 minute ramble. Unedited, and like cartalk, unencumbered by the thought process. I am multitasking, with blogging, eating and listening to Dave Grohl on FreshAir taking place simultaneously.
Let the stream of conciousness begin.....
I hope that 2008 is the year that a young promising cyclist can enter the pro ranks without doping just to keep up. I doubt it.
I hope that in 2008, the police stop tasering people who smart off to them. I was thinking of designing a taser proof jacket, with woven stainless steel in several layers inside to short out the taser leads. Is illegal to make taserproof clothing for folks who go to political rallies?
One thing that I have been thinking of lately is that as the level of technology increases in military and police applications, the level of technology required to thwart them drops. For example, if the police employ a laser guided rocket propelled EMP device to stop your car, you could just commit crimes on a motorcycle. If they can stop a motorcycle, just ride to your next bank robbery on a horse. No EMP weapon will stop a horse. Most handguns won't either.
The US military is developing a chemical laser to be flown above the battlefiled on a C-130 gunship. The laser produces enough power to "disable" (read "melt") vehicles. What if a guy mounts his bathroom mirror on his camera tripod and bolts the whole thing to the top of his '88 Corolla? Could he redirect the beam from the C-130 back to it's source and melt the eyballs of the C-130 crew? Or swing the beam around and scorch whomever he wanted? Has the military thought of this? Unlike a depleted uranium round, a laser beam could be bounced back to the source.
Why are we disarming US citizens during a war in which citizens are the primary targets of the enemy? If two or three passengers on the 9/11 flights had been armed with handguns, 9/11 could have been a wikipedia paragraph. Perhaps it makes more sense to allow citizens to arm themselves, or arm them. Make their ammo and range fees tax deductible because they are providing a valuable service to the nation.
Five minutes to go....
Tuned off Dave Grohl on Fresh Air, because he sounded like a dork. Why does Terry Gross take so much vacation time anyway? Does she have a beachfront place in the Bahamas? Or is she actually in prison?
I switched my desktop machine from OpenBSD to Ubuntu linux for three reasons:
1. Evolution under BSD did not work with our Exchange server for Email.
2. No Fire Wire support in OpenBSD. I inherited a bunch of big firewire drives and use them to store back up images. The Ubuntu live CD recognized and mounted the firewire drive. Cool.
3. I put a floppy in the drive and when I tried to boot after Christmas, the OpenBSD system failed the drive test of the floppy. I looked on the net and found no fix. It would boot to the test and then barf out to the shell. fsck and fsck-ffs'd a million times and even pulled the floppy ribbon cable, no joy. After 30 minutes, and given 1 and 2 above, decided to go to linux. The OpenBSD server is running fine. Did have to reboot for some reason after pf would not allow inbound ssh, even after pfctl -d then -e and -i /etc/pf.conf. Reboot did work.
Time is up.
Let the stream of conciousness begin.....
I hope that 2008 is the year that a young promising cyclist can enter the pro ranks without doping just to keep up. I doubt it.
I hope that in 2008, the police stop tasering people who smart off to them. I was thinking of designing a taser proof jacket, with woven stainless steel in several layers inside to short out the taser leads. Is illegal to make taserproof clothing for folks who go to political rallies?
One thing that I have been thinking of lately is that as the level of technology increases in military and police applications, the level of technology required to thwart them drops. For example, if the police employ a laser guided rocket propelled EMP device to stop your car, you could just commit crimes on a motorcycle. If they can stop a motorcycle, just ride to your next bank robbery on a horse. No EMP weapon will stop a horse. Most handguns won't either.
The US military is developing a chemical laser to be flown above the battlefiled on a C-130 gunship. The laser produces enough power to "disable" (read "melt") vehicles. What if a guy mounts his bathroom mirror on his camera tripod and bolts the whole thing to the top of his '88 Corolla? Could he redirect the beam from the C-130 back to it's source and melt the eyballs of the C-130 crew? Or swing the beam around and scorch whomever he wanted? Has the military thought of this? Unlike a depleted uranium round, a laser beam could be bounced back to the source.
Why are we disarming US citizens during a war in which citizens are the primary targets of the enemy? If two or three passengers on the 9/11 flights had been armed with handguns, 9/11 could have been a wikipedia paragraph. Perhaps it makes more sense to allow citizens to arm themselves, or arm them. Make their ammo and range fees tax deductible because they are providing a valuable service to the nation.
Five minutes to go....
Tuned off Dave Grohl on Fresh Air, because he sounded like a dork. Why does Terry Gross take so much vacation time anyway? Does she have a beachfront place in the Bahamas? Or is she actually in prison?
I switched my desktop machine from OpenBSD to Ubuntu linux for three reasons:
1. Evolution under BSD did not work with our Exchange server for Email.
2. No Fire Wire support in OpenBSD. I inherited a bunch of big firewire drives and use them to store back up images. The Ubuntu live CD recognized and mounted the firewire drive. Cool.
3. I put a floppy in the drive and when I tried to boot after Christmas, the OpenBSD system failed the drive test of the floppy. I looked on the net and found no fix. It would boot to the test and then barf out to the shell. fsck and fsck-ffs'd a million times and even pulled the floppy ribbon cable, no joy. After 30 minutes, and given 1 and 2 above, decided to go to linux. The OpenBSD server is running fine. Did have to reboot for some reason after pf would not allow inbound ssh, even after pfctl -d then -e and -i /etc/pf.conf. Reboot did work.
Time is up.
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