Dealing With It

Darling Christina has a minor coup on her hands just now after a really not-good morning. I can only imagine the tiresome nature of complaints these days. NO IDEA AT ALL of what life was like and could be again.

Not happy with the rules? Deal with it. Which circles back to Trooper’s rude awakening at 2:45a this morning. Yet another teen fatal. A girl, this time. Single car wreck, as usual.

One gets a sort of bleak, dark humor about it, working the same scene over and over. The same kids out well past any sort of reasonable hour. The same Goddamned terrible notification of horrified parents. The same blunt, cold paperwork. And, as I commented, yet another spray painted street and hose job. No, there won’t be an open casket. Again.

Kids, stay the fuck home. Can I put it more plainly than that? NOTHING good happens after midnight. And you might think that life is Unfair and you are being Oppressed because you cannot spend the worst hours on the road? That you aren’t being allowed to play those odds with your life?

How about being thankful that you’ve a parent who’d rather have you hating them for a month – even forever – than to have you hosed off a road and out of their lives forever?

Because, really, it gets hard finding places to stow those mental pictures, the echoes of the anguished sobs, after awhile.

But you deal with it.

Am I Getting Through?

How’s this for making a point? I hadn’t seen it yet…amusing little prod…

“The Super Bowl XLIII Champion Pittsburgh Steelers, the only team to win six titles, will soon be loosing half of those trophies. After a meeting between NFL Commissioner Rodger Gadel and President Barack Obama, Obama decided to redistribute half of their Steeler Super Bowl victories and trophies to less fortunate teams in the league.”

Boots On The Ground

I know that there are a great many bloggers who rant about Nat’l Guard performing security duties, about dirty LEOs, and wonder what might happen if the time comes to Decide.

Here, it is laid bare.

I can’t change anyones mind – I can’t offer any proof at all. All I know is from those I’ve met and maybe I’ve been damned lucky. But I haven’t met anyone in the military or law enforcement who would trash their oath. Not for what stands there, now, in that office.

I can’t promise you a damned thing. But you’d be fools to think they’ll all follow the party line. You’d also be a fool to think they haven’t planned for them and theirs. And, when it all goes to hell, you’d better bet they aren’t going to be able to save your ass FOR YOU. If you haven’t taken care of matters yourself, no one is going to have spare ammo, food or time to help you.

So, take care of your own, plan, prepare, and be ready. They won’t get in your way and may just watch your six. If they can.

Just Curious…a Custom Ammunition Question

If one happened to have a lovely but ancient Vetterli Swiss Rifle Model 1869/71 (don’t hate me if that’s not its proper name – tho I think I have it right) and desired to know if it could still shoot…how would one get proper ammunition?

Also, if the wood supporting the barrel at the end 1/3rd is cracked at the bottom (where the rod groove is cut) would that be the end of any future firing of the weapon?

I cannot fathom how people hauled these things around. They weigh a TON compared to modern weapons…but it sure is a handsome thing. I don’t think it has a lot of value on the market so in terms of it being useful…well, that’s what I’d like to know.