Goodbye Reno

I fly out today at 2:30.  First is breakfast with the remaining crowd, then I’ll be getting ready to leave.  Hopefully the TSA and the airline knows the difference between fired brass and ammunition, or they might make me dump the lot of 6.8 SPC brass I have that’s not in the original case.

I had a really fantastic time here.  Those of you who didn’t come are losers.   I’ll be blogging more about the GBR later, but for now I just want everyone to know we have a great bunch of guys out there who are the bloggers we all know and read.  Every one of them, to a man (or woman), are really nice people who are a lot of fun to be around.  I hope you’ll all come out here and join us next year.

The rest of the day will be mostly travel, but I’ve enlisted the help of Ahab over at Call me Ahab to keep you all from getting bored.

Perfect form

Back in June, I wrote a satirical piece about how to write an anti-gun editorial, which was intended to be funny. I always find it somewhat depressing and yet slightly humorous when I find an article that follows the script quite exactly, like this article in the Guardian.

With the ominous title of “Guns take the place of pride in American family values”, the article is basically an homage to all the foolish, misguided arguments that gun control people toss around, with a healthy dose of how eeeeeeeeevil the NRA is. For example, they take some potshots at the recent book “Armed America”, which consisted of pictures of gun owners from all walks of life.

To look at the photographs in Kyle Cassidy’s book Armed America is to glimpse a surreal world. Or at least it seems that way to many non-Americans. Cassidy spent two years taking portrait shots of gun owners and their weapons across the US. The result is a disturbing tableau of happy families, often with pets and toddlers, posing with pistols, assault rifles and the sort of heavy machine-guns usually associated with a warzone.

I particularly enjoyed how they subtly imply that all Americans are crazy lunatics with full-automatic weapons behind every door – I don’t suppose it’s worth mentioning that no one in “Armed America” had a “heavy machine gun” of any type. Of course, I would probably die of a heart attack of the Guardian printed something factually correct about gun owners.

The editorial basically amounts to two things: 1) A hit piece on gun owners, and 2) an article that wallows in its own smug self-satisfaction. I suppose if you enjoy reading an article that stands as a shining example of European arrogance and condescension towards the American way of life, you could go read it.

Not a lost cause

Ahab here, sitting in for Sebastian as he travels back from the Gun Blogger’s Rendezvous. On a side note, thank god for Firefox’s built in spellchecker, because without it I would never spell “rendezvous” correctly.

Anyway, I was going to post about The Governator signing the microstamping bill, but Sebastian beat me to it, and with some strong words as well. I pretty much agree with him on that – it’s a retarded bill that will do nothing to fight crime. We’ve got until 2010 to get it overturned; so the fight isn’t completely lost yet.

However, on to the actual topic of today’s blog, which is those dirty Frenchies – admittedly in this case they’re not “really” French, they’re actually from Quebec. Quebec, for those that don’t know is a province in Canada which doesn’t want to be part of Canada, but still wants to enjoy the benefits of being part of Canada. Now, this may surprise you, but I’m not going to say bad things about the folks from Quebec in this blog post; in fact I have many complimentary things to say about them.

The reason for that is this editorial, which I found in Le Quebecois Libre, which translates to “Free Quebecois”, with Quebecois being the word for a person from Quebec. From what I can tell, Le Quebecois Libre is a strongly libertarian publication, so I can only imagine that it doesn’t represent a huge number of the Quebecois. That notwithstanding, it is refreshing to read this sort of editorial coming from north of the border.

The article was clearly written with the US in mind, since it directly references the 2nd Amendment; and what I really enjoy about the piece is the slightly sarcastic tone it takes. The author has a clear disdain for the proponents and ideals of gun control, as he reveals in paragraphs like this:

Digging deeper into their repertoire of justifications, gun control advocates will pull out a favorite claim – that guns are responsible for a vast number of deaths from domestic violence. Indeed, some might even cite dubious statistics claiming that there exist more gun-related killings within families than instances in which private gun use repelled a criminal. But this argument, too, has its assumptions. One such assumption is that, aside from guns, there exist no deadly objects within anybody’s home – such that if one member of a family wanted to kill another, he or she would simply be out of luck for a lack of means. This, of course, implies that the five drowned children of Andrea Yates are still alive and well, that all food is eaten solely using spoons and spatulas, and that human beings are all limbless torsos who have no arms or legs to deliver deadly punches or kicks.

It’s harsh, but it’s true. The author continues the essay, and eventually reaches the ultimate point – that gun control isn’t really about guns, or saving lives. It’s about control. The entire article is definitely worth reading – and it reinforces the title of this entry, that Canada is not a lost cause.

New GBR Uncleism

So I think Uncle invented a new term over the GBR.  USCitizen of Traction Control rented a rather large SUV for the weekend, and graciously offered to take SayUncle and I from the airport.

SayUncle: “[USCitizen] offered to take us over to the hotel in the Ford Earthfucker he rented.”

Yes, there’s nothing like taking your Ford Earthfucker to the range to dump 11 lbs of lead and copper each into the Nevada foothills.  That folks, is my definition of fun.

Liquored Up Posting

Well, I certainly went off on The Governator in a manner I otherwise would not have, had I not been partially intoxicated, tired, and had just lost money in the casinos.

It would seem to me that the casino industry is basically about getting people drunk enough that they are stupid enough to stick their money into machines that then take it, and make you question whether the flashing lights and spinning wheels are from the booze or are the sounds of the machine taking your cash.  Either way, I’m not a gambler, so I agreed ahead of time to lose about 50 bucks.  I’m not there yet, but will be by the time I depart tomorrow.

I thought about going back and revising the post about Arnold, but then I realized he deserved every bit of it.

California Slips Deeper Into the Gun Rights Abyss

Governor Schwarzenegger has signed the AB 1471, the micro stamping bill in California:

 To the Members of the California State Assembly:

I am signing Assembly Bill 1471.

While I appreciate and understand that this technology is not without limitations, I am signing this bill to provide law enforcement with an additional tool for solving crimes committed with semi-automatic handguns in California.

Public safety is one of the most important roles of government and I encourage all stakeholders to work on improving this technology so that it may become an even more effective crime fighting tool.

Sincerely,

Arnold Schwarzenegger

Fucking turd.  If California gun owners are starting to wonder what the difference between Republicans and Democrats are on the gun issue in their state, it would seem to be whether they use lube as they are buggering you.

I think it’s high time manufacturers start fighting this stuff by refusing to sell their products to the State of California, to civilians and law enforcement alike.  That’s the only way I can see to make legislators in the Golden State to question this bull.   Having just spent the weekend with more than a few California gun owners, it’s particularly upsetting to see their shooting community screwed like this.

Fuck you Arnold!

Ko-Tonics Upper

I tried out the Ko-Tonics upper.

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All I have to say is it’s my bank account balance will probably not thank me for shooting that. It’s chambered in 6.8 SPC, which is a larger cartridge than I had imagined. It think it would make a fine deer killer.

The upper is light, really light, but felt recoil, a little while more than a 5.56×45, is still very reasonable. We had no trouble hitting the plates at 600 yards, sighting through Uncle’s EOTech. Joe Huffman was ringing the 500 400 yard plate from standing position using the Ko-Tonics equipped rifle.

GBR Shooting Event

Coolest…. day at the range… ever!

A few things stand out. Firing USCitizen’s 50 caliber AR upper. It breech loads a screw in bolt. Once you screw your round into the breech, you bolt the lower on and go to town. I didn’t hit the target with it, but it was fun. Recoil not as bad as I anticipated.

Second thing was repeatingly hitting the steel plate out at 935 yards. Did this with Joe Huffman’s rifle while Joe was spotting for me. It’s a Remington 700 in 300 WinMag with a pretty bitching scope on it.

Third was winning the Kalashnikov challenge. Uncle bet me a beer that I couldn’t hit the 400 yard steel plate with the AK-74 using iron sights and a full magazine at a bench rest. I hit it 5 times, and came pretty close a few others. Joe Huffman was spotting for me. So much for Kalashnikovs not being accurate :)

Oldest rifle I ever shot was DirtCrasher’s Krag. Got to shoot a 1911 for the first time thanks to Melody Byrne letting me try Chris’ 1911.

I see USCitizen has pictures up already, and there’s some commentary by Uncle.

GBR Blogging

Blogging might be kind of sporadic while I’m at the GBR. Brad and Ahab should still have posting rights. If they want to put up a few things I shan’t complain.

As always while at the GBR, I will be on Skype while we’re gathered as a group. My Skype name is “snowflakesinhell”.  Skype is free, and it can be downloaded at Skype.com