Looking down some of those sights it’s amazing anyone could hit anything! I’m amazed I could hit anything with some of the ones there that I have fired.
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There are always people who are convinced there is a rational, polite, gentle and civilized way to stop a violent sociopath from raping their eye sockets.
We call these sensitive souls “Morons.”
My own experiences from working in the firearms industry is that Taurus’ quality is hit and miss. Miss has been what I have encountered most so I won’t rely on a Taurus firearm, but I do know of several that have also handled tens of thousands of rounds with nary a hiccup. Gun Nuts is doing an interior analysis of Taurus, S&W and Ruger that will show the attention to detail given each from the factory. Part one is located here.
Maybe more Australians should have thought ahead before they started overwhelmingly supporting these measures and not waited until a bunch of nutballs started trying to cut their heads off before deciding to try and get their rights back.
They’ve got a long and arduous fight ahead of them. Good Luck. Let this be a lesson to not only Australia but everyone who has their own nanny-state wannabe’s demanding gun control.
A defenseless populace dependent on the state is what Giffords, Bloomberg and a majority of Leftists/Democrats want for the United States. Keep that in mind.
Dear “Modern” women, I have bad news for you: Feminism worked (at least in its original intent.) Men no longer find a weak ass submissive whinny representation of a female attractive and for what is worth, I don’t think lesbians find them attractive either. We want a woman who will cover our backs, not ride on them. We want a woman who when the Shit Hits The Fan will say “Hon, you carry the kids, I’ll cover” and know she will mow down whomever is threatening her family because we married Mama Grizzly Bear and not dumb-fuck panda bear. We want a woman who will cry her eyes out with Steel Magnolias and Blackhawk Down (BTW Guys, bad news: we are supposed to do the same.) A woman who will pamper us for three days while we are sick and kick us out of bed at the fourth. A woman who will make us proud as hell with her triumphs at work because she fought for it hard and beat all comers.
Feminists in the 1960s demanded to be treated as partners and guess what? Men in this century are demanding a partner! But the new crop of Feminist are determined to create a bunch of mental chihuahuas that pee on themselves at an original thought and the idea of fending off for themselves.
What the f*** happened?
From Gun Free Zone
I don’t own a shield but I did seriously consider one at one time. The below video shows an issue one user is experiencing with his that you need to be aware of. If I owned a shield I would be paying extra attention to that area.
There’s a lot I would like to say, but others have already done so quite eloquently. For example Borepatch has penned:
Thirteen years after the attack on Pearl Harbor it was December 1954. The risk of an attack by assets of Germany or Japan in December 1954 could reasonably be called low.
We are thirteen years past the attacks on the United States that occurred on September 11th, 2001. Would anyone be surprised if the United States was attacked again today? Tomorrow?
George Bush’s biggest mistake was not going to Congress on September 12, 2001 and asking for a declaration of war.
While JayG summed up the rest of my feelings about what should have been/needs to be done with the following:
I don’t give a hairy rat’s patoot if they love us. I don’t care if they respect us. I want them to fear us. I want the next terrorist @$$hole who talks about blowing something in America up to be shot by his own compatriots, out of pure unmitigated fear that we might hear about it and come back and do to them what we did to the last group that messed with us.
I wanted to say something like that but instead my thoughts are drawn elsewhere. I think about people I knew who didn’t survive the conflict that goes on to this day. Friends who came back broken. Some physically, some mentally and some physically and mentally. Watching parents bury their children and children bury a parent. I remember that day when the attacks happened and the frantic call from my new bride asking if I could be recalled to duty. I assured her my time had passed and that the only way I would be going back is if I volunteered, and ailments that surfaced since my separation prevented that.
What I never told her is how much I wished I was still there, but my career had been destroyed by a woman who hid her illness well until she couldn’t resist the urge to abuse a young child. Protecting that child had become the focus of my life towards the end of my career and repairing the damage is a work in progress to this day. Now thirteen years later as my body still keeps trying to fail me, I still feel like the retired firehouse dog on the porch. I watch those who are able rush to the fight and wish I could go with them. In the end all I can do is what I can to support those going, those there, and those who came back. My favorite charity is americansnipers.org I suggest you read up on them and if you like them and can do so toss them a donation.