Wednesday, April 01, 2015

Obama Flees White House

Reacting to a rumor that Hillary Clinton's secret e-mail server had in fact yielded recoverable information about his secret deals with Iran, Russia and North Korea, Barack Obama fled the White House with his family in the wee hours of the morning, taking Marine One to Joint Base Andrews, where a private jet was apparently waiting to take them and several key members of his inner circle back to his native Kenya where he'd be safe from extradition back to the US.

From the top of the boarding ramp, Obama shouted out his thanks to the US media for their support and assistance. "I never could have come this far or pulled off so much without you guys covering for me all this time! You've been great allies! Now go get that Ted Cruz guy!"

Also seen departing with the Obamas were Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and Speaker of the House John Boehner, who were seen frantically loading the Obama's golf clubs and other luggage aboard the aircraft under the direction of Valerie Jarrett. An unnamed White House source said that Obama apparently chose to take them along to reward them for their years of loyal service to him and "because good help is so hard to find in Africa."

It wasn't a clean escape for all of them, however. Obama confidant Eric Holder was detained by DC Police while enroute to the airport as the new head of his personal security detail, one Bowe Bergdal, failed to prevent them from apprehending him despite specific orders to defend him at all costs. "Where did he go?" Holder fumed as the police took him into custody. "I mean, one minute he was right there, and then all of a sudden he was gone!"

The jet then left Andrews and headed out over the ocean, and it's present whereabouts are unknown. Should you see this aircraft, identified as a Malaysian Airlines 747, please notify...well, nobody.

Notably absent from the flight was Vice President Joe Biden, who assured everyone that he's staying here to assume command of the country. He also announced that he's leaving his wife for the new love of his life, Chelsea Manning. "She's like no woman I've ever met before," Biden gushed about his new love interest, whom he apparently met at a My Little Pony fan convention in Baltimore last month. Both are known to be huge fans of the children's cartoon.

Happy April First, folks!

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Dog Day Afternoon

Since I needed medicine for Murphy from the vet, I decided to bring him along. Of course that meant that Belle had to come too, because you can't take one without taking the other.

After the vet visit, went to Harpers Ferry, and the dogs were fit to be tied...on a stack of rail ties, that is.
We hiked around for a bit, and Murphy helped himself to a cool, refreshing drink from the Shenandoah River.
Belle was a little more cautious around the water, but she got her drink too.
We sat in on part of a ranger lecture about early Harpers Ferry, but a couple of dogs were antsy and refused to sit still, so we cut that activity short.
"He was kinda boring anyway."

But we did stop by the old engine house where America's first terrorist, John Brown, once holed up during his poorly-executed seizure of the Harpers Ferry Armory in 1859.
Uh-oh. Looks like someone's getting ideas.
"Come and take it, bee-yatches!"

"Best day ever, except for the ice cream shop being closed!"

Because he's my friend.

My left ear hurt again. You fix it?

Off to the vet again. $36.00 for freaking ear drops.

I'm telling ya, between this guy's recurring ear problems and skin allergies and his emergency room visits for dog fight injuries and his rat poison "snack" a couple of years ago, this is one pricey "free" German Shepherd.

He's lucky that I really like him.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Two Weeks.

Today is two weeks since the last round of dog pen fence modification, and she's still here. Not a single unauthorized excursion in 14 days, even with a herd of deer in regular proximity just outside the pen fence.
Yeah, I'm declaring victory here.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Rick Herbert and other anti-American fools who make me weep for my country.

Today's post is about those fools that have nothing better to do than stick a Go Pro camera in their car and go out to find some police officers to pester in an attempt to get famous on the internet. Usually they claim to be "patriotic" and insist that they are "fighting tyranny" or some such.

The one that caught my eye recently is this guy named Rick Herbert, who has apparently just discovered Border Patrol checkpoints despite the fact that we've had them in place since the mid-1970s without any effect at all on liberty or freedom. Here's a video of Rick, with his wife and kid along as props, heading into a Border Patrol checkpoint just to cause a scene. In his Youtube comments, he calls these his "law patrols", which suggests that he actually goes out loking for police officers to bother. But let's watch what happened when Rick took on the Border Patrol recently:

It's always interesting to see the double standards that these loons try to apply to police as well. In thie video, we see Herbert both insisting that he doesn't have to answer questions (which is actually true) and then stating that the officers have to answer all of his questions before he'll comply with their instructions.

To their credit, they don't take his bait. They repeat the instruction one time, then take it to the next level when it's clear that he heard them and refuses to comply.

Here's a newsflash for wanna-be street lawyers: The police don't have to explain jack to you. All that's required is that they have probable cause to detain you but they'll just have to be able to articulate what that is in court later and they don't have to tell you at the time. Now they may decide to tell you if time permits and you're not otherwise acting like a tool, but they don't owe you an explanation and if you refuse to comply with their lawful orders, then you risk the consequences of that, including being locked up, as our pal Rick Herbert was. I know that Herbert was hoping to see the officer lose his cool, but that didn't happen. And obviously the officer knew that any answer the officer gave would have just been followed up with more questions intended to prolong the encounter and provoke a reaction, so his response was appropriate and proper. He's not paid to stand there and get jerked around; he's got a job to do and he goes about handling Herbert firmly and efficiently with a minimum of force. My only critique was that he got hung up in Herbert's seatbelt and he let Herbert close the window on his arm, which could have led to him being dragged and Herbert getting lawfully and appropriately shot. But hey--no harm, no foul, right? Otherwise, they got him under control quickly and took care of business.

So what is this guy protesting, exactly? You might think that it's some sort of sinister government plot to take everyone's guns or snatch everyone's kids, but no, it's just a Border Patrol checkpoint. You know, one of those spots where they stop you, ask you and your passengers about your citizenship, and if you don't draw their suspicion, send you on your way in about five seconds. People in the southwest are used to these as we've had them for decades. And contrary to the internet "constitutional lawyers" that seem to be in abundance these days, these checkpoints ARE constitutional. The Supreme Court ruled on these in 1976 in United States v. Martinez-Fuerte, 428 U.S. 543 (1976). In that case, by a 7-2 decision, the Court looked at the conflict between the right of the individual to travel freely and the compelling government interest in detering and apprehending illegal immigration and drug smuggling. They concluded that the government interest was significant enough to justify the minimal intrusion that citizens were subjected to. And this opinion came from legal heavyweights such as Burger, Rehnquist, White, Stevens, Powell and Blackmun. These checkpoints have been around for over forty years and other than a bunch of smugglers, they have no actual effect on anyone. But these days, America's law-enforcement professionals are a ripe target for losers who want to feel empowered. Sorry, but I can't get on that wagon, since I know an awful lot of police officers and other public safety professionals and I consider most of them to be among the most selfless and professional people that I've ever met. They are the good guys, in my view. And they deserve our gratitude, not the crap that they're now getting from this current unholy coalition of the lunatic left, the radical fringe right, and the low-information crowd that sumps around going "Hands up, don't shoot"

And now just who exactly is Rick Herbert, you might ask?

Well according to his own Google and Youtube posting,

He's an unemployed former wal-Mart worker.

He's a pot-head. ("Super Skunk" is a marijuana strain.)

He's a crystal meth fan. (Like we couldn't tell from looking at him.)

And according to his own internet posts, it seems that he does little more than videotape himself as he provokes confrontations with the police or cheer on other losers who make similar videos. It's also telling that when I and others have posted questions asking him if the Border Patrol found any drugs in his car (remember that the dog alerted, and in the video, at 5:34, his wife seems to say "There's a bong right there" as she points to the area below the driver's seat), he refused to answer and the questions were removed from his feed.

Fortunately for those who wondered, his wife, in her own Youtube post, confirmed that there was marijuana in the car:
Kati Herbert 20 hours ago

They told him he was being charge, booked, and released. Then told Photography is not a crime that he was released with no charges. They told him that the marijuana leave they said they found under the drivers seat, was enough to charge him for possession. They threatened to seize my car also...

So yeah, I'm satisfied that the dog did alert to the presence of narcotics, and that right there is probable cause for a search of the car per our Supreme Court. Florida v. Harris, 568 U.S. ___ (2013).

Folks, even if we don't always care for everything that our government may or may not do, I submit to you that this guy is not the one that we want to get behind and hold up as our standard-bearer. While I can and have sympathized with people who, through no fault of their own, get caught up by some over-zealous government officials, I'm not about to stand in solidarity with some useless drug-user who spends his days driving around with his child in tow trying to bait the cops for Youtube fame instead of working at some job to support his family.

I'll almost always support decent hard-working Americans who get jammed up by Big Brother, especially veterans, but very few of these cop-hating internet jackwagons fit that description. Most of these perpetually angry losers tend to blather on incessantly about how they're great Americans and the rest of us are "sheeple", yet they never seem to find their way into uniform despite us fighting two wars in which tens of thousands of actual patriotic Americans enlisted and served. Ironically, a majority of these Border Patrol Agents are likely to be honorably discharged veterans these days, but the radical fringe that claims to support our vets now often targets them specifically as enemies of our nation even though these vets have already given more to our country than a hundred Rick Herberts or Shawn Dixons or Adam Kokeshes ever will. So you'll forgive me if I don't rush out and hit this guy's new crowdfunding website where he begs for money even though he wasn't even criminally charged and has no legal expenses. But I can understand why he's panhandling for cash: Meth is really getting expensive.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

An oldie but a goodie. Repaired Turk Mauser ready for the range.

Just because there's more to life than machine guns and "gee whiz" suppressed rifles. Smetimes you just want to relax and enjoy a classic.

Here we have the Model of 1903 Mauser that was initially purchased from Mauser, Oberndorf, Germany for Turkey.

About 200,000 Mauser rifles in assorted calibers were acquired by Turkey from various sources between 1903 and 1905, and many, like this one apparently was, were originally chambered for Mauser's then-new 7.65x53 cartridge. It's basically an 1893/95 style Mauser with a few minor changes. These rifles were subsequently converted to 8mm when the Turks finally got smart and standardized all of their various Mausers to one common caliber, and that's why you see the notch cut out of the receiver ring ahead of the bolt. The old 7.65m action was a bit shorter so the cut had to be made to allow the new 8mm round to clear.

Markings here are: T.C., ASFA, Ankara,. "T.C" means "Turkiye Cumhuriyeti", or "Republic of Turkey". "ASFA" and "Ankara" are for "Askari Fabrika Military Factory", which is in the city of Ankara. The 1939 date would have been when it was rebuilt last in Ankara.

Like most Mausers of the era, the rifle is long but graceful and very well-made. The machining and fitting that went into these old rifles, especially the German-produced ones, was such that the rifles would be cost-prohibitive to manufacture today.

This one has a bolt-disassembly tool built into it's stock.

Unlike the Model 1893's more complex ladder rear sight, the Model 1895 and variants thereof have sliding rears, typically calibrated to allow shots out to 2000 meters. (They were pretty optimistic in those days.)

The straight bolt was still the norm though, as opposed to the nearly-universal curved or "turn-down" bolts that we see today on almost every bolt-action rifle made.

Me personally, I like the straight bolts. as a leftie, they are easier for me to grab and operate as I reach across the rifle.

And again, a bayonet lug is visible below the cleaning rod that this rifle still sports.

Now this one was an impulse buy a couple of years ago, and I got it cheap, but it wasn't until I got it home and took it out to the range that I realized that the ejector was broken. The rifle would chamber and shoot cartridges just fine, but then each fired cartridge would just ride the bold back and forth, held fast to the bolt face by the extractor because the ejector that was supposed to flip it off to my right was snapped off.

You know, these old rifles are great, right up until you need spare parts for them. I mean, it's not like I can just call up Mauserwerke and order a new ejector for this century-old relic out of a catalog.

I tried the usual sources for surpus gun parts, Gun Parts Corp. and Sarco, but with no luck, which surprised me, since these guns, though out of production for a long, long time, were never exactly scarce.

I set the gun aside and made it a "project of convenience" and dithered with it every now and again when I was bored. Every now and again, I'd find an ejector somewhere that I thought might work, only to find out after installing it that I was wrong.

I'm actually building up quite a nice collection of old Mauser ejectors.

Part of the problem was that there is also a spring beneath the ejector on these older Mausers, and it took me a while to figure that out and notice that it was also missing from this rifle.

Finally, I found complete ejector box assemblies over at Springfield Sporters and I nabbed one for about $24.00. It arrived today and I quickly installed it.

Ejector box is this rectangular box on the left side of the action. (The part with the screw.) It holds the ejector and ejector spring.

It fit great and it ejects cartridges like a champ. Now all that's left is a range trip so I can sight it in and decide once and for all if it's going to be a keeper or not.

And yes, I bought a spare ejector for an additional five dollars too, because if it broke once...

Turkish Model 1903 specs:

Caliber: 8x57mm Mauser
Overall Length: 49.0 in.
Barrel length: 29.1 in.
Weight: 9.2 lbs
Magazine: Five-round, charger-loaded box
Sights: Inverted V-blade front; rear siding leaf adjustable from 100 to 2,000 meters.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

A Great Gun Day. (NFA Fun.)

So I got out to the range yesterday to work on two pet projects of mine, the suppressed .300 Blackout short-barreled AR and the Reising SMG.
I'm now handloading rounds for the shorty AR, using Nosler 220 grain open tip bullets and 9.9 grains of Winchester 296 (Hodgdon 110). I took the first test rounds out to the range with my newish chronograph to see how they were running and also to compare them to some factory Remington ammo with a similar bullet.
My rounds all stayed nicely subsonic so I could shoot the rifle with no hearing protection. They chrono'd between 998feet per second and 1050fps, with one round out of the twenty test rounds hitting 1076, so I excluded that one from the eval. (It was still quiet though.) excluding the flier, my rounds showed a roughly fifty fps variation across the test group, which I wasn't really happy with until I tested the Remington rounds (R300AAC8) and found a 30fps variation between the ten test rounds I shot. The Remington ammo was advertised as having a velocity of 1050fps, but I noticed that it was shooting 960-990fps. The discrepancy can be explained by the fact that Remington uses a 16" barrel in their tests and my rifle sports a 9" barrel. The Remington hit precisely point of aim with my Mag-pul sights (I'd previously zeroed this rifle using that ammo) and my rounds all stuck just a bit high at 50 yards, confirming that mine are traveling a bit faster. I'll probably step the next batch of test rounds dow a tenth of a grain or two, just to get them mirroring the Remington, which I have a fair stockpile of. All in all, I'm happy with the results thus far.

And if you'll notice in the picture above, the magazines for this rifle are all marked for the .300 round. Hopefully, designating specific magazines exclusively for the .300 BLK round will act as a check to keep one of those rounds from being accidentally introduced into a 5.56mm AR and prevent the catastrophe which would surely follow. I also keep this rifle segregated from the others in 5.56 and stored seperately, again to minimize the possibility of an ammo exchange between the two types. It's been shown a few times now that a .300 round WILL chamber in a 5.56mm rifle and fire...once.

Then it was time to try the Reising out once again, because I haven't quite burned up my entire stock of .45 ammo trying to get this gun to run right.
For today's test, I'd tweaked the aftermarket Christie magazine's feed lips with ye olde trusty needlenose pliers and I'd replaced the magazine well housing with a new one ordered from Numerich Arms. Admittedly, in light of this gun's lack of performance on subsequent outings, I wasn't expecting a lot, so I was happily shocked to have it burn through the entire magazine in three bursts without a single hiccup or stoppage. Fantastic! The next two magazines also fired well, although I had the second round of each misfeed. I have a couple of thoughts on tweaking the magazine a bit more, and if it works the way that I think it will, I expect to finally have a light, accurate and reliable .45ACP submachine gun.

It was a great day out, and as an added bonus, I came home with 20 rounds of spent Norma 6.5 Carcano brass that some other shooter didn't bother to pick up. Since I have two Carcanos, that was a nice gift to me from whoever left it behind as well.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Monday Flyday.

Yesterday it was time for that annual aviation ritual known as the annual inspection, a ritual in which every non-commercial aircraft gets poked and prodded and gone over with a fine-toothed comb, and any and all problems found have to be corrected before it can fly again. (Commercial aircraft are even luckier--they get it ever hundred hours of flying time.)

So I was taxiing my aircraft over towards the repair shop on the other side of the field to drop it off, but I couldn't help notice what a beautiful day it was. Such a shame to not fly on a day like this.

Heck with it. "Tower, Super-Cool Cessna requests clearance for departure, Runway 26."

And I was off, heading north this time, just because I went south the last time.

Here's that nice Potomac River below, still carrying a fair bit of sediment from all of the recent run-off.
A small dam and power plant, with a C&O Canal lock and lockhouse just visible on the left side of it.
Look.White stuff on the side of that mountain up ahead. Let's go see what that is.
It's the Whitetail Mountain ski resport, getting ready to put their "closed for the season" signs out. Still seems to have a fair bit of fake snow though.
Just flying over the Pennsylvania countryside, enjoying this great day.
"Hagerstown Tower, Super-Cool Cessna is right downwind for Runway 27."
On final. Winds variable. In the groove, while a King-Air waits at the hold-short.
Oooh. He's one of those "special" King-Airs.
Touch and go, and off again, this time back to the south. And just to the southwest, we have a powerplant on the Potomac River at Williamsport, MD, and the C&O Canal Cushwa Basin.
The bridge below is an aqueduct, and the canal used to run across it, boats, mules and all, to get over the Conococheague Creek. Now it's dry and it's got three pedestrians on it.
Another view of the aqueduct and the turning basin, one of the waypoints where coal and other cargoes were landed or loaded for shipment up and down the canal. Williamsport was kind off a big deal back in the day.
One of the canal locks below, on one of the few sections of the canal that still holds water today. This part is preserved for the tourists. Note to self: I still haven't been there on the ground yet.
Note to self #2: Get a better camera or start flying lower.
Never saw this before. It's long ponds full of water. Wonder what it is?
I played around a bit more, but finally I had to land, because I had somewhere else to be.

"Martinsburg Tower, Super-Cool Cessna is ten miles to the north inbound for two six."
"Super-Cool Cessna, report three mile right base."
"Martinsburg Tower, Super-Cool Cessna is three miles right base for two six."
"Super-Cool Cessna, clear for the option, two six."

"Martinsburg Tower, Even cooler Boeing C-17 Heavy on a ten-mile final for two six."

"Roger C-17. Cessna traffic, he's going to overtake you before you get down, can you hold your position until he lands?"

One of these days, Ima gonna say "no", just to see what they say.

"Super-Cool Cessna Roger. I'll be orbiting present location."
If nothing else, it was a great opportunity to shoot some airborn C-17 pics. (Again, need better camera.)

Now it's my turn. "Super-Cool Cessna, you are clear to land Runway Two Six. Caution wake turbulence from the C-17."

All lined up, glide path perfect...SHIT! He wasn't kidding about that wake turbulence!"

Lesson learned today: Avoid wake turbulence by planning for touchdown beyond touchdown point of big traffic ahead.

There he is, of the new C-17s of the 167th Airlift Wing.
And here's a couple more.
Gonna miss these old C-5s (below) when the last two are gone.
The other one is inside one of the hangers being readied for it's ferry flight to the Boneyard. Apparently they have to be 100% repaired and good to go before they make that last flight into desert storage. And that means that all of the parts stripped off of these last ones to keep the others flying have to be put back.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Eight Days!

It's been eight days now since I made another trip to the Home Despot store and shelled out for more fencing materials, and then spent a fair bit of time reconstructing the dog pen's north fenceline.

And since then. there hasn't been one single Belle break. She hasn't gotten out once, even when I deliberately let her simmer out there just to see if she'd get mad enough to really try.

Call me optimistic, but I think that I've finally got her licked.

Book Review: "So I Bought an Air Force. The true story of a gritty midwesterner in Somoza's Nicaragua."

It's been awhile since I've reviewed a book, but this one certainly warrants it.

So I Bought an Air Force: The True Story of a Gritty Midwesterner in Somoza's Nicaragua

This is the story of Will Martin, a man who, in 1960, on the rebound from the collapse of a family business, got the idea to travel to Nicaragua and buy that country's obsolete air force, consisting of 21 North American P-51D Mustangs and two Republic P-47 Thunderbolts. The US had just given Nicaragua new T-33 and P-80 jet fighters and the World War Two prop fighters were considered scrap.

The basic premise seemed simple: Martin would purchase the aircraft, the Nicaraguan military would get them ready for the ferry flights home, and Martin would pay as he took them and re-sell them back in America to get the money to keep buying the rest of the Mustang fleet. "You can fly a plane a week out of here!" the Nicaraguans promised.

And so began a tale of Martin's life in Nicaragua, a tale spanning the net two years of his life as he fought to overcome the inefficiency and corruption of the Nicaraguan military and the Mexican government, unqualified and incompetent ferry pilots, unscrupulous aircraft brokers in the States, and even the vengeful and politically-connected machinations of expatriate American Jerry DeLarm, who is famous in warbird circles as a mercenary pilot who flew for pretty much everybody with a grudge against anyone else in Central America back in the 1950s.

Martin managed to get most of the Mustangs back to the US eventually, with he and his ferry pilots crashing several--and both of the P-47s--due to mechanical problems. And it was truly heartbreaking to see aircraft like that--worth millions of dollars today--casually destroyed or abandoned where they were set down with only minor damage just because there was no cheap or easy way to recover them. Martin also flew several T-28 trainers and A-26 bombers from America down to Nicaragua (and those flights tended to have their problems as well), and the most amazing thing is that he pretty much taught himself to fly all of these aircraft types by studying the manuals before jumping in and taxiing them to the runway. It was an adventure that I'm admittedly jealous of as I put the book on my bookshelf, having finished it. And to think that all of these aircraft were cheap (a few thousand dollars could get you your choice of a flyable one of most any type) and plentiful in the 1960s and 70s. If there was ever a reason for a time machine...

But if you love history, vintage warbirds, or simply tales of people overcoming obstacles and getting things done, you'll love this book. I know that I sure did.

Friday, March 20, 2015

No permitless concealed carry in West Virginia

Despite bipartisan support in both the State House and State Senate for SB 347, a bill which would have allowed any non-felon non-domestic abuser citizen to carry a concealed pistol without a permit, Democrat Governor Ray Tomblin basically kicked gun owners and legislators from both parties in the junk and vetoed the bill.

We were very close to joining Alaska, Arizona, Vermont and Wyoming, states that already allow their law-abiding citizens to carry without a permit, but one man decided to block it.

Taking the state legislature away from the Democrats this past election went a long ways towards putting the power back into the hands of the people, but it seems that so long as the Nanny Party controls the Governor's Mansion, freedom and representative democracy are just going to have to wait.

More here.

On taxes and Liberals and taxing liberals.

On another blog's comment section this past couple of days, (blog name withheld because I like that blog and don't wish to incite a flame war there) I've found myself challenged by a few people who seem to truly believe that, in order for us to be "civilized", we who work must tax ourselves until we bleed white to provide all sorts of benefits for the lowest members of our society, typically those who choose not to work. And if that's not reason enough, well then we have to give those Democrat voters deadbeats more free stuff just because somewhere in America, some corporation that produces good or provides services while creating jobs might have gotten a break and had to pay a bit less in taxes, and of course we'll not mention the fact that corporate taxes in America are already way higher than in any other developed country in the world.

(And this, ladies ad gentlemen, is why so many of them relocate their plants to other countries. That and the double whammy of blood-sucking unions and environmental whack-jobs that make production or virtually anything here both inefficient and extremely costly.)

Suddenly I had an epiphany, if you will. Henceforth, spending decisions on all entitlement programs, both new ones and increases in spending on current ones, will be taken away from Congress completely and placed on the ballot. The citizens will get to decide from now on if we pay for Obamaphones or EBT cards or public housing or grants to colleges. Anything that does not provide a benefit to every single American--like the military or a border fence along the US/Mexican border--gets approved at the voting booth.

And the next catch is--and this is the part that I really like--is that no one can vote on these tax bills unless they actually pay taxes. That's right--they need to show W2s or other indication that they pay the applicable federal or state taxes, depending on which entity the program is seeking money from. This means, for example, that people who want free Obamaphones but do not work cannot bum-rush the polls and vote themselves these free phones.

Finally--and here's the best part--everyone who votes in favor of one of these new taxes to fund some entitlement program also agrees that only they and the other people who voted in favor (or who did not show up to vote) will be the ones assessed the new taxes. That way, the burden falls 100% onto the people who want the program (or didn't bother to turn out). In other words, you can vote to raise your own taxes to fund National Public radio or give a grant to some pornographic "artists" but you cannot make me or anyone else who objected pay for it--it's all on you who wanted such things, with direct-withdrawals from your own bank account.

I say that we try this for a few years and see just how many liberals are wiling to put their money where their mouths are and write the checks that they currently demand that the rest of us back.

And if you want an indicator of how liberals really feel about actually paying for the things that they support, keep in mind that Massachusetts has a program where the rich can voluntarily elect to pay a higher tax rate (5.85% instead of the minimum 5.3%) in order to pay for social amenities for others.

Millionaire and "champion of the poor" Elizabeth Warren refuses to volunteer to pay the higher tax.

John Kerry refused to pay the higher tax as well. And he got busted keeping his new yacht in neighboring Rhode Island to avoid paying taxes to MA on that as well.

In fact, Massachusetts, a massively liberal state, has three million tax filers at last count but only 934 of them volunteered to pay the higher tax to fund the bigger government that most of them presumably want.

I won't even bother mentioning liberal icon Al Sharpton's tax issues.

So yeah, that's my plan. Make the people who want more social spending step up and accept the entire cost of these programs. And then when the welfare crowd sees their cable TV go off and notices that their EBT card didn't recharge on the first of the month, they can direct their anger solely at the people who claimed to support these things right up until they were asked to foot the bills.


I was all ready for work yesterday. I was showered, shaved and dressed in my work-appropriate starched and pressed dress shirt--the light blue one. I was all ready to head out the door and I was right on time with not a minute extra to spare. All I needed to do was let the dogs in from their romp in the pen.

I opened the door. Murphy ran right past me and Belle almost did, but then she stopped, came back to me, and jumed up to kiss my face, putting her paws on my chest. Her big, muddy paws...on my formerly clean starched and pressed light blue shirt.

Sigh. The shirt was trashed.

How can you kill a dog who does this to you while looking at you with big soft brown eyes and a wagging tail?

I still made it to work on time after changing my shirt, but I had to drive a fair bit faster than usual. Damned dog.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Plane Porn

While leaving the airport after flying on Monday, we stopped by the gate on the military side of the field on the off-chance that the Air Police guard at the gate might let us near the nicely-restored North American F-86 Sabre jet that's now on display just inside that gate.
And much thanks to the A.P., he let us in to see the plane. (He had to think about it for a minute, but I guess we seemed harmless at first glance.)
This one is an F-86H, Serial #52-2058N. In it's earlier days, it was assigned to the West Virginia Air Guard and it pulled duty right here at Martinsburg with the 167th Fighter squadron (Today the 167th Airlift Wing). The 167th flew these from 1957-1961, when they switched from jet fighters to C-119 transports. Ironically, the base at Martinsburg had been specially selected and expanded in 1955 just to accomodate the jet fighters, which the 167th lost when is was transitioned into an airlift unit.
This Sabre was one of the ones that was used here during that time, along with it's brother, 52-2044, which now sits in considerably poorer shape down at Front Royal, VA.
This one's in great shape, though. The tires are all up to pressure, and I beleive that it even stall has it's engine--turbines are still visible down the intake and up the tailpipe.
This one needs to fly. And I'd be happy to kick it's tires and light it's fire.
This one still has six .50 machine guns, unlike the slightly later F-86H on display at the Old Soldiers' Home in Washington, DC.
Found me a button. Thinking of my pal, OldAFSarge here, because he tempts me to pushing such buttons.
I was gonna press it, but if anything were to happen as a result, it would probably get that nice young A.P. in trouble. So for his sake, I resisted the temptation...this time.
Any idea what these three slots are for? The other H-model has them, too. They are only on the left side.
Max take-off weight: 22,100lbs. Max speed: 692mph. Max climb rate: 12,900 feet per minute. Ceiling: 50,800 feet. Fuel consumption: off the charts. Number built: 9,860. Number owned by me: 0. (Very sad.)
Yeah, this old warrior wants to fly. Just look at it and you can tell. I wonder if they'd notice if I switched it out for my Cessna 172, just for a day or so over the week-end?

Edited: OK, per this picture of the "skinless" F-86H at Wright Patterson, the aircraft's power inverter is behind that vented panel referenced above.