Monthly Archives: October 2016

Criminals and Bad Language

CensoredTwo stories here show you just how pervasive the use of foul language is in America’s most privileged minority: the Criminal-American community.

ITEM: Mothers of the Old South

Criminal investigators were dealing with a tough case. They had a pretty good idea of how the murder happened, but not why or — crucially — by whom.

And then one day, a kid walked into Homicide and told them the whole story. The victim had been arguing with a fellow the kid knew only by street name. The victim used a racial slur. Street Name lost his grip and proceeded to stab, beat and kick the victim until he was tango uniform. The cops pulled Street Name in the computer, put his mug in a lineup, and showed the six-pack to the kid. Boom. They had their motive, and crucially, their perp, nailed down.

“Why did you come down to us?” one of the cops asked, knowing the kid was flying in the face of the “stop snitching” ethos of the streets.

“My momma,” the kid said solemnly, “told me to get down here and talk to you motherbleepers.”

The motherbleepers were suitably gratified.

ITEM: What the Feds?

You would think that being on parole would chasten the average guy, or, if nothing else, at least teach him that crime doesn’t pay for him, regardless of how rewarding it might be for those fortunate enough to have their own Global Initiative. But, being on parole is also a sign of sub-optimal judgment, which can be quite a general failing in that population.

f_the_fedsAnother sign of sub-optimal judgment is getting tattoos like the one on the right.

And yes, he’s in the custody of his beloved Feds. (Beloved? Yeah. He loves them so much, he wants to bleep them). On a parole violation on a Fed sentence for (what else?) gun trafficking.

He’s being kept on ice — by Feds, of course — until his date with the judge, after which he will be decanted back into the tender embrace of the Bureau of Prisons. The Federal Bureau of Prisons.

Meanwhile, his tattoo is providing all the various toilers in the vineyards of Federal justice a great deal of entertainment.

Some people serve only as bad examples… others, as objects of mirth. Occasionally someone manages to unify the two possibilities.

When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Baseball Bats (again, again, again).

Watch out for the one with your name on it.

Watch out for the one with your name on it.

Our dirtbag du jour is going to Crowbar Motel for a murder committed with a baseball bat. Plus.

Ryan Lawrence entered the guilty plea for first-degree murder on Thursday morning in Onondaga County Court as family of the man watched on and wept, according to WRGB News.

via Upstate NY man pleads guilty to murdering 1-year-old daughter – NY Daily News.

Plus what?

…murdering his 21-month daughter with a baseball bat, then burning her body and throwing it into a harbor

Now, there’s one of nature’s noblemen. His own daughter.

Investigators charged that Lawrence took his small daughter, Maddox, to a “remote and secluded location” in Cortland County and bludgeoned her repeatedly with a wooden baseball bat, according to the indictment cited by Syracuse.com.

Lawrence then “placed her body and the baseball bat in a prepared fire pit for hours” before throwing the girls’ remains into the Inner Harbor, which feeds into Syracuse’s Onondaga Lake.

Maddox’s disappearance triggered an AMBER alert—but the search ended when they found her body in the harbor.

Well… words fail.

Lawrence was caught by authorities three days after the girl’s disappearance wearing a disguise in Baldwinsville, N.Y.

What was he disguised as? A human being?

But breathes there a soul with heart so black that some lawyer won’t abase himself to represent him? Nope.

Lawrence’s defense lawyer, Michael Vavonese, indicated that he would have sought a defense of extreme emotional distress or insanity.

An insanity defense is the defense attorney’s tacit admission, “I got nothin’, and in a just world my client would be swaying in the breeze already.”

His sentencing has been delayed to November, but thanks to the efforts of the estimable counselor, Mr Vavonese, Lawrence will probably be out to kill again in 2041.

 

What if You Ran a Whole Country Like the VA? The TSA?

Flag_of_VenezuelaThe answer has always been there, throughout history: top-down, central management-by-bureaucrat of an economy fails. Always it ends in a crater. The bigger the nation (think France under the Bourbons, or the Soviet Union), the bigger the crater when from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs, as interpreted by bureaucrats, comes home.

The latest example is, of course, Venezuela (although the next might be the USA. We have no shortage of Chavistas among our would-be “political scientists”). The whole nation is going the way of Obamacare, with ways and means diverging ever more from needs and expectations. The government is holding the lid on with force. That works, until it fails: “gradually, then suddenly.”

Peter Wilson, a US expat turned enthusiastic Chavista, has become disillusioned and repatriated himself, and tells the sad story of the country in a long, thoughtful piece at Foreign Policy.

I left Venezuela. It was perhaps the most difficult decision in my life, even after a wave of armed robberies in my village and mounting shortages of food, medicine, and spare parts that have made lives a constant struggle for survival.

Sometimes it seemed to me that only President Nicolás Maduro and I would remain in the country, which has seen 1.5 million inhabitants flee to seek better lives abroad since Chávez’s swearing-in as president in 1999. The exodus shows no sign of easing. In fact, it will probably get worse.

Venezuela is on the edge of a political crisis that could push it into a protracted and violent conflict along the lines of Colombia’s civil war. …Maduro may be difficult to topple, even if polls suggesting that 80 percent of the country’s 30 million inhabitants want him gone.

Even if he leaves office, Venezuela will need years to recuperate from the damage wracked by the socialist revolution spearheaded by Chávez and carried on by Maduro. The economy is in shatters, a victim of mass expropriations of local businesses and industries. Twelve years of price and foreign exchange controls, state giveaways, and rampant corruption have pauperized Venezuela.

Just 12 years! But then, when fewer years of Obamacare have turned one’s $680 premium to $2000, one’s deductible from $2k to $6k, and one’s monthly med co-pays from $24 to $440, one gets the sense that it can happen here, and what happened to the hapless Venezuelans has nothing to do with any of their supposed national institutions or characteristics.

If a foreign nation had done it to Venezuela, they’d be at war already. Industrial production approaches a nullity, even as inflation soars to 500 percent per annum. There are fuel shortages in a nation with immense oil reserves. Women die in childbirth, and babies die of 19th-Century ills, summoned like demons from the books of medical history. Diabetics die. Cancer patients die. Cardiovascular disease? You die. The old and the young die. Infectious diseases kill, and one of the best ways to catch one is to go to the fllthy, ill-equipped hospitals.

The Soviet Union is in the history books as a failed state, but diabetics got insulin.

And then there’s the crime, largely linked to political militias, and sustained in part by massive public corruption — corruption that becomes greater and greater the longer that public probity is not rewarded.

This year, about 30,000 people in a country of 30 million will be murdered. In 92 percent of the cases, their killers will never be arrested. By contrast, about 13,000 Americans will lose their lives to crime this year — but that’s with a population 11 times that of Venezuela. Venezuela’s capital, Caracas, now has the world’s highest murder rate. And seven other Venezuelan cities are in the world’s top 50.

That makes Chicongo look like Monaco, for crying out loud.

We saw the toll in my little village of 2,000 souls. And yet, I felt we were relatively safe until I began tallying the body count. In my 10 years in Tasajera, I counted at least six murders, three kidnappings in which the victims were held for more than a day, and more than 50 armed robberies. …..

My neighbors begged the police to do something to stop the carnage. They replied they didn’t have the resources. When my neighbors finally caught two thugs in flagrante and were in the process of lynching them, cooler heads prevailed and someone called the police. When the officers arrived hours later, they asked my neighbors why they hadn’t finished what they had started, especially as they had taken their time coming up the hill.

After being kidnapped himself, he decided, finally, to go. This one-time social justice warrior’s initial love for Chavez and his “social experiments aimed at reducing poverty and creating a more just society” had burned out, and the question that people marvel at is: what took him so long?

He offers an explanation that might be familiar to many citizens of failed states:

We have been hoping all along that Venezuela would get better. We didn’t think it would get any worse. We comforted ourselves that once you hit rock bottom, there’s no place to go but up. After all, how bad could things get? Each time we were proven wrong.

He would probably reject the idea that he had “gone Galt.” The dystopia that Hugo Chávez and his less-talented follow-on caudillo Nicolás Maduro have created, though, bears a passing resemblance to the dystopia that Ayn Rand imagined in her dense, didactic novel. It differs mostly in being much less benign.

Maduro and his coterie will not leave of their own free will, and yet, they have a death grip on every institution in Venezuelan society, and, amazing though this is, international supporters. (These international supporters include the Vatican, which has worked to undermine the opposition). Maduro’s support in Venezuela is bought, and wafer-thin: but it is the Venezuelans themselves who must effect regime change, and it will be very difficult, as all the levers of power seem to end in Maduro’s hands. But those levers themselves are made up of people, largely disaffected people; when it begins, the preference cascade will be fast.

But the lure of Chavismo is ever there, and some time after the Venezuelans free themselves, no doubt with great expenditure of blood, tears, sweat and toil, some other country will snap at the tasty baits of “equality” and “fairness” and the page-locked beauty of from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs. May the good Lord grant that country not be ours.

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The Atlantic has a similar despairing view of Venezuela, from a Venezuelan expat in the USA. Dean Weingarten at Gun Watch notes a 2nd Amendment angle (to wit, the Venezuelans have no gun rights, and the regime has numerous paid, armed, lawless supporters).

Reader Request: Help ID’ing a Stripper Clip

We can’t add much to this, but one of you guys knows what reader Ralph F. has got. He has a 20-round stripper clip that he thinks it’s for one of these:

And there’s some discussion of this pistol in the thread at Forgotten Weapons. But the folks in the comments there, as well as Ian himself, seem to believe that no 20-round strippers were made. We’ll be looking in the magnum opus Mauser Pistolen for a clue, but in the meantime, here’s Ralph’s query.

This comment is about a resource search that’s been very elusive. Maybe this shouldn’t be in the comments section, but perhaps your expertise holds the answer, or where to find it.

I have a 20 rd. charger strip and base that must be for the Mauser C96 Military Model (the very early cone hammer w/ 20 rd. integral magazine). I’m trying to prove this by finding an image of this Mauser, but have only found later cone hammer models, which have the usual side notches in the bolt run for standard stripper clips.

What seems likely, is that what I have is for some special C96’s that Mauser may have sent to the Springfield Armory in 1908, for their pistol selection tests (revolver replacement). BTW, I live in southeast New Hampshire, only 125 miles from Springfield MA. Moreover, I graduated from Spfld. Tech. Comm. College (located in the old armory buildings), where I was a member of their Rifle and Pistol Club as well as shooting on the pistol team. We meet once a week at the inside ranges below building #28. Range #1 was 200 yds., #2 & #3 were 100 yds., with #4 being 50 ft. for pistols.

The base for the charger strip has a trapezoidal cut-out that comes up from the bottom. That would require a transverse saw-cut across the top of the barrel extension, about halfway from the back of the ejection port to the front of the rear-sight base. The base’s trapezoidal cut-out also forms two legs that would require vertical saw-cuts down both sides of the upper part of the Bbl. extension (which is narrow). Those cuts would be deep at the top, but angled to match the sides of the trapezoid cut-out; rising to the surface at the bottom of that narrow top section of the Bbl. extension. The base legs, in those close-fitting slots, would give the base fore and aft stability, so the tall (8″) charger strip wouldn’t flop around.
The base also has an area, just above the top of the trapezoidal cut-out, which is bulged-out to the front of the gun. This provides clearance for the extractor, which protrudes from the face of the square bolt at the top. Unlike the Luger, there is no lever that’s pushed up to hold the action open, only an upward projection at the back of the mag. follower. When the first round pushes the follower down, the bolt will move forward and press against the back of the charger base, holding it in place, but without putting any force on the extractor. After charging the magazine, the charger and its base can be gripped as one and pulled out; immediately loading a round into the chamber.

The charger strip is straight, and made of much heavier metal than any stripper clip I’ve ever seen. The bottom of the charger channel, at the top end (in the position to charge the pistol), is folded up to close off that end. There isn’t any liner as is used in stripper clips; instead, the other end (to be inserted into the charger base) has a flat spring, designed with a hook to hold the rounds in the charger. When the charger strip is inserted into the base, the flat spring’s hook end is moved away, freeing the cartridges, so they’ll slide down to the mag. follower.
This charger strip is designed to be reloaded, not thrown away. In fact, when the strip is held upside down on a flat surface, and the base pushed on top, the cartridge-retainer spring hook is moved away, so cartridges can easily slide down the charger. Removing the base locks them in.

The charger and base has a dark, dull gray finish with absolutely no markings, I even looked under the flat spring, using a strong glass and bright light from the other side.
It takes the .30 Mauser round, and as far as some other weapon using this charger, I can’t think of one that could. Any other weapon would need a small, square-section bolt with the extractor on top that protrudes from the bolt face, fire a similar small base cartridge (not 5.56, its smaller), have a 20rd. integral mag., and the receiver where the bolt runs would have to be quite narrow.
I can’t think of a rifle or any other pistol with an integral 20 rd. magazine for a small cartridge (but I wouldn’t be surprised if you did).

I recall reading an article about the Mauser broom handle in Guns and Ammo magazine; sometime in the mid- to late 60’s or so. The author mentioned the 20 rd. integral mag. model, saying that it used a different stripper clip than the other models of the Mauser; and that the 20 round model had special cuts on the top of the barrel extension. Perhaps his source on the 20 rounder was someone with knowledge of the U.S. Army testing for a revolver replacement.

So, what I’ve been searching for is an image of an early 20 rd. Military Mod. with those cuts at the top, a patent showing the base and charger, or a book, etc., that would prove my theory. A collector might have one, but so far, no luck.

Weaponsman is a great site, most others pump out as much bad info as good (and their good is usually a rehash). Your attitude on social issues is spot-on, as is your small arms knowledge.

Thank you for any assistance you can provide.
R.F.

If we come up with the goods from the bookshelf, we’ll post here. If not, well, one of you guys has to know.

Sunday Sifting, Sorting, Scouring, Scrubbing

keep-calm-and-clean-up-the-messIt’s all OTR’s fault. Last time he was here, he cut us to the quick:

This place looks like a hoarder house.

It stings because, well, it’s kind of true. It didn’t help when he grabbed up an armload of stuff and announced:

I’ll throw this crap away!

Only to induce what we barely had enough self-awareness to recognize as a “typical hoarder reaction,” to wit:

Worrauugghhh! There’s good stuff in there.

So, we break with hoarder tradition and Clean The Office today — after, that is, we deal with leaves and acorns, the Two Horsemen of the Autumnopolis in today’s ‘Shire woods (made so by the primacy of oaks, alas, after the die-off of the Elm, American Chestnut, Hemlock and now Red Pine, all slain by intrusive species just extincting the trees Americans won’t extinct).

The largest dead Red Pine forest was actually planted by the Daughters of the American Revolution in a state park in 1939-41. It was cleared out a couple years ago to try to eliminate a scale insect infestation (whose brother could be occurring under the papers on our desk!). Massachusetts did nothing about the problem down there because, well, it was “all natural” (ditto the papers….); they just let their state forests die off and the bug spread.

We’re dreading this, actually. But it has to be done.

Update 1900

The yard work got done… uh, the office got started. That counts, right?

When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Hockey Sticks

badgley_mugshotThis pimply perp pranged his mom with the aforementioned sporting implement. Why? Because he’s a sphincter muscle, sure, but more immediately because she declined to fund his Taco Bell craving. She turned him down for the simple reason that she didn’t have the money in the account to feed him. (We’re getting a sense that this did not eventuate in one of the neighborhoods that the local 1% chooses to settle in).

It wasn’t right then that he lost his $#!+. Instead, he took the card anyway, and when it didn’t work — she told him the truth, there was no money, that’s when he came back with mayhem on his mind and a hockey stick in his mitts.

Investigators allege that Logan Badgley, 22, argued with his mother Saturday evening “because he wanted her debit card so he could go get some Taco Bell.” Though Badgley’s mother told him “there was no money in the account,” he “took the card anyway and left the residence.”

In short order, Badgley returned to the family’s home in Lakeland, a Memphis suburb. The victim told cops that her son was angry because he had discovered the card could not cover his Taco Bell purchase.

According to a criminal complaint, Badgley confronted his mother in the garage, where he “grabbed his hockey stick” and struck her on the left side of the head. The blow knocked the woman to the ground, where she lost consciousness.

You might think that some quantity of that powerful elixir, Judgment Juice®, had been involved. You might be right:

Badgley told police that he had “consumed a few alcoholic beverages during the night” and “did not want to provide his side of the story.” Officers, who placed the hockey stick into evidence, noted that the victim suffered a 1” laceration to the head.

via Man, 22, Denied Taco Bell Batters His Mother | The Smoking Gun.

taco-bell-chihuahuaGoing to jail over Taco Bell? Look, we’re not going to say we know what’s in that stuff, but we notice that the little dog that used to be in the ads has come up missing. Coincidence?

Meanwhile, where Badgley is going, it’s not the chalupa he’s going to have to be worried about dropping.

Channel Firing

For the “military post” hour today (it will actually be up some minutes late), we dig into our spotty repository of World War I poetry, to offer up a piece, not by some young officer at the Front, but by one of Britain’s top men of letters, Thomas Hardy. (And here we always thought of him as a 19th Century guy. He was in his seventies as he wrote this and would live more than 10 more years). (Edited to add: this poem was actually written before the war, and he really was, as is mentioned, complaining about a Royal Navy exercise. We had forgotten that). naval_gun_firing_over_vimy_ridge

                       Channel Firing

That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgement-day

And sat upright. While drearisome
Arose the howl of wakened hounds:
The mouse let fall the altar-crumb,
The worm drew back into the mounds,

The glebe cow drooled. Till God cried, “No;
It’s gunnery practice out at sea
Just as before you went below;
The world is as it used to be:

“All nations striving strong to make
Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters
They do no more for Christés sake
Than you who are helpless in such matters.

“That this is not the judgment-hour
For some of them’s a blessed thing,
For if it were they’d have to scour
Hell’s floor for so much threatening. . . .

“Ha, ha. It will be warmer when
I blow the trumpet (if indeed
I ever do; for you are men,
And rest eternal sorely need).”

So down we lay again. “I wonder,
Will the world ever saner be,”
Said one, “than when He sent us under
In our indifferent century!”

And many a skeleton shook his head.
“Instead of preaching forty year,”
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
“I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer.”

Again the guns disturbed the hour,
Roaring their readiness to avenge,
As far inland as Stourton Tower,
And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.

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There is more going on in this poem than seems at first glance. At first, it condemns the madness of the war, and the madness of the men that undertake it — hardly an unusual theme. But the device Hardy chooses, of having the old dead themselves condemn war, and not only them, but God Himself — that’s why he’s one of the Dead White Males people read, and your Grand-Uncle Nigel is not.

“That this is not the judgment hour [is] for some of them a blessed thing,” speaks the deity. It is not coincidental that the guns that wake the dead — an image that is grown from an ancient English expression itself — break the windows not in the house, but in the “chancel,” a word which many will associate vaguely with church but which particularly means the part of a Christian church around the altar; where the priest conducts Mass. (It is elevated above the pews of the parishioners, like a theater stage). The windows here are not simple portals to the outdoors, but usually crafted by the architect to shine light on the altar (the chancel is traditionally the east, sunrise side of the church), and filled with stained-glass decorative art, usually depicting some uplifting sermon, such as Christ’s ascent into heaven.

The poem’s structure and rhyme scheme is simple, its words — apart from chancel and some iconic English place names — consciously basic and Anglo-Saxon.  This makes it very accessible to all classes and all educations, easily memorized, and yet, it rewards some careful study, if you care to try.

General Crozier and the US Rifle, M1917 “Enfield.”

A comment by Daniel Watters on our Wednesday post about the Lewis gun made us dig back into that same book, Ordnance and the World War, because we remember Brig. Gen. William Crozier being somewhat defensive about the 1917 Enfield as well.

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If you didn’t download it then, here it is: ordnance_and_the_world_war_4.pdf (The digit 4 just refers to our serial attempts to fix the non-searchable nature, bad OCR, and humongous file size of the original, which can be found in Google Books, and also in a different version at Archive.org. It took us several tries to get it right — kind of like World War I gun designers).

1917-enfieldA note about terminology: some collectors are snippy about calling the 1917, which was an American sheen on a British-designed rifle of general Mauser action, an “Enfield.” Of all the millions of these “Enfields” made, none were made at the Royal Small Arms Factory at Enfield Lock, England, which was working flat out to make Short Magazine Lee Enfield Mark I and I* rifles for the war, apart from the initial, experimental Pattern 13. With nothing sufficing to make enough rifles for the meat grinders of the Western Front, Dardanelles, and to a lesser extent Middle East fronts, Britain reached out to American manufacturers to modify the Pattern 13, which had been designed for an experimental 7mm rimless cartridge, for the service .303. And they were, in fact, building these rifles when the USA entered the war, having the same problem with its excellent M1903 Springfield rifle — too little production base for the millions needed.

William Crozier, Chief of Ordnance

William Crozier, Chief of Ordnance

We’ll let General Crozier take it from here, for a bit. We pick up on page 56 of his book; and we have added only some paragraph breaks for comfort of the modern reader, and some explanatory interjections.

The most important weapon with which nations go to war is the infantryman’s rifle. This remains a fact notwithstanding the greatly increased impor- tance of artillery, the extensive use of the machine gun, the revival of such early weapons as the hand- grenade and the trench mortar, and the introduction of new ones such as the aeroplane and asphyxiating gas. The rifle was, therefore, a matter of very early concern with the Ordnance Department upon entering into the war, as, indeed, it had been for a considerable time before.

The standard rifle of the American service, popularly known as the Springfield, is believed to have no superior; but our supply was entirely insufficient for the forces which we were going to have to raise. Our manufacturing capacity for the Springfield rifle was also insufficient, and could not be expanded rapidly enough for the emergency. This capacity was available at two arsenals: one at Springfield, Massachusetts, capable of turning out about a thousand rifles per day, and one at Rock Island, Illinois, which could make about five hundred per day. Until September of 1916 the Springfield Armory had been, however, running far below its capacity, and the Rock Island Arsenal, or at least the rifle-making plant, was entirely shut down, due to lack of appropriation.

The money was coming. (The appropriation Crozier mentioned below was also the first real money provided for machine gun procurement, as we’ve already discussed). But physical plant and money, it turns out, are not the only constraints on defense production. Skilled manpower quickly surfaced as a second bottleneck.

At the end of August, 1916, there had been appropriated $5,000,000 for the manufacture of small arms, including rifles. A considerable sum of this appropriation had to be put into pistols, of which we were even shorter than we were of rifles, but the remainder was used to reopen the rifle plant at Rock Island, and to increase the output at Springfield, as rapidly as these effects could be accomplished in the stringent condition of the supply of skilled labor occasioned by the demands of the private factories making rifles for European governments. The dis- sipated force could not be quickly regathered. Fortunately, it had been the policy of the Ordnance Department to keep on hand a considerable reserve of raw material, so that little delay was caused by lack of this important element. We had in April, 1917, about 600,000 Springfield rifles, including those in the hands of troops and in storage; and the ques- tion was as to the best method of rapidly increasing our supply of rifles, of sufficiently good model to justify their procurement.

Note here that Crozier is satisficing, not optimizing; he’s not demanding a rifle the equal of the Springfield (which is a fine example of the genus Mauser, and was more or less forced on the Army after the superiority of Spain’s M1893 7mm Mauser to the US .30 Rifle and Carbine (Krag) was made evident in 1898-99). He just wants rifles of “sufficiently good model”. The logical place to turn is to American industry, where small arms are in production for several European nations. (The US maintained a fig leaf of neutrality by a “cash and carry” policy for arms from 1914-17; we wouldn’t ship them to belligerents in American bottoms, but if you sailed into an American harbor, we’d help you load all the arms you could afford. Getting them home was your problem. This fair-sounding policy actually favored the Allies, because of British sea dominance).

Six manufacturing establishments were making rifles in the United States for foreign governments, and of these, three, the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, of New Haven, Connecticut, the Reming- ton Arms Company of Ilion, New York, and the Remington Arms Company, of Eddystone, Pennsylvania, were making what was known as the Enfield rifle, for the British service.

m1917-eddystone

The British called this rifle the Pattern 1914 or P14 rifle. Yes, the “Eddystone Arsenal” was a Remington plant all along. Two of the other three lines — Remington and New England Westinghouse in Chicopee, Mass. — were making Mosin-Nagant rifles for Imperial Russia, as were plants in France and Switzerland. The third was a Remington production line for French Berthier M1907/15 rifles. If he considered the Mosin or Berthier rifle, he didn’t write about it. (Some so-called Colored units in France would be armed with Berthiers, but they were French-supplied rifles. The Remington order appears to have been rejected by France, as the Mosins were by Russia after the Revolution).

The capacity of these three plants was sufficient for our purpose, and as their contracts with the British Government were running out, and the general type of the rifle which they were making was a good one, it was not difficult to decide that these plants should be used to supplement those at Springfield and Rock Island, which should, of course, be stimulated to their utmost production.

To make the Enfield rifle work in the US Army, it had to be converted to US ammunition, or replace the Springfield and .30-06 round entirely, or, the Army had to live with two incompatible rifle rounds. Crozier really didn’t like that third option.

Certain other questions, however, at once arose. The British type of ammunition, for which the Enfield rifles were being made, was not a very good one, in that the bullet was of low velocity and the cartridges, having a projecting rim at the base, were likely to catch upon one another in feeding from the magazine, and to produce a jam. In addition, this ammunition was not interchangeable with our own, and could not be used in the Springfield rifle. The manufacture, for ourselves, of the Enfield rifle as it was being made would, therefore, have entailed the use of two kinds of ammunition in our service,—and one of these not a very good kind,—or else the abandonment of our Springfield rifle and the complete substitution of the Enfield, with the corresponding throwing out of commission of the Springfield and Rock Island plants and the Government ammunition factory at the Frankford Arsenal.

You see where he’s going with this, right?

There was another difficulty about the Enfield rifle. It was being independently manufactured at the three factories, and there was not only very poor interchangeability of parts in the product of a single factory, but as between the three factories the parts were not interchangeable at all. Under these circumstances, and in view of the moderate supply of Springfields on hand and the manufacturing capacity of the arsenals, it was decided that the new Enfield rifles should be manufactured for use with the United States’ ammunition, and that the manufacture should be standardized so as to effect practical interchangeability of parts throughout.

Here is a period video of M1917 Enfield production. Note the non-trivial amount of hand and eye work here. We’re not sure which of the three plants this is.

It was considered that the Springfield rifle situation justified taking the time required for these changes, of which the first would necessarily appeal strongly to any military man, and the one involving interchangeability could, fortunately, be considered with the aid of an officer who was very familiar with the Enfield rifle as it was being manufactured at the three private factories. This officer was Colonel John T. Thompson, formerly of the Ordnance Department, who had been retired from active service and was in the employ of the Remington Arms Company in connection with their rifle manufacture for the British. I called Colonel Thompson back into active service and placed him in charge of small arms and small arms ammunition, and had the benefit of his expert and especially well-informed advice in deciding that the interchangeability wanted would be worth its cost in time.

Yeah, he’s talking about that Thompson. He goes on to recount some of the abuse he, the Ordnance Department, and the Army took for this decision to modify the M1917, which necessarily delayed  its delivery to the front. Here’s a very technical beef with the interchangeability decision from one Senator Chamberlain (Crozier quotes his statement at greater length).

Here were the engineers of these great arms companies, who got together and finally agreed upon a program for the manufacture of these guns, and concluded that they would manufacture them with seven interchangeable parts, and they started to manufacture the gauges, the jigs, and dies, and everything necessary for the manufacture of guns with seven interchangeable parts. After the Ordnance Department had practically accepted the suggestion, it went to work through a distinguished ordnance officer and changed the plan from 7 to 40 interchangeable parts, and finally raised it to over 50 interchangeable parts, with the result that everything had to be stopped for awhile that additional gauges might be made. This may have resulted in improvement, but why the delay in the midst of the smoke of battle?

In fact, the delay was estimated at about 30 days, net over what it would have taken to resume P14 and .303 production. While there was a short period in which soldiers were mobilized before sufficient rifles were on hand, nobody failed to get a modern rifle and train with it before it was time to ship out.

With different lettering, the same poster was used to sell war bonds. Note the M1917s. One man is Eskimo, one white, and one Alaskan Indian.

With different lettering, the same poster was used to sell war bonds. Note the M1917s. One man is Eskimo, one white, and one Alaskan Indian.

The M1917 acquitted itself well in combat. Sergeant Alvin York, of the not-airborne-yet 82nd “All American” Division, was one celebrated US Enfield user. The point the critics tried to make was that it could have been on hand sooner. While that may be true, the cost of getting the first Enfields a month earlier would have been a bifurcation of small arms ammunition logistics for the duration of the war. And, of course, the Enfield had a second wind in the Second World War (Alaska Territorial Guard, right).

If there was criticism of the wartime production of the US Rifle M1903, it didn’t rise to a level where Crozier felt he had to address it. And the criticism of his Enfield decisions, while it really stung him (he seems to have been a thin-skinned fellow), was trivial compared to the beating he took over the issue of machine guns and artillery. History ought to record that his decisions on the Enfield were sound and reasonable, and did put first-class rifles in the hands of American doughboys.

The limitations of the defense industrial base forced the United States to use two different infantry rifles in the First World War, but they were both excellent rifles, and were interoperable with respect to ammunition.

Friday Tour d’Horizon, Week 43

This week’s Tour d’Horizon is upon us. Too many tabs, too little time.

Guns

I don’t wanna work, I just wanna bang on my gun all day.

Colt Empties a Corner

An area where they used to do something else is stripped to the industrial parquet floor. Why? Ah, says Colt in tones like Number Two, the Interim Number One: “That would be telling!

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“We cleared out the space… but what’s going here? Stay Tuned. 2017 is going to be exciting.”

Colt new products can be hard to get hold of, but 2016 has seen not just the return of the Delta Elite (well tested at looserounds.com), but the race-ready Colt Competition Pistol, the 1911 Rail Gun, and “the Colt Combat Unit™ carbine featuring Colt’s first production mid-length gas system,” they proudly announced last week (and that we featured on Wednesday).

German Space Age Stocks

Now this CQR Stock from HERA GmbH (Highgrade European Research for small Arms) may be an acquired taste…

hera-arms-space-ageWe acquired the image via TFB, the product is not yet on the company’s European website or their US importer’s. They even have a CA-legal version, doesn’t fold and the triangular area behind the grip is filled with a flat plate. They also make rails and other accessories.

Coming soon to a low-budget sci-fi flick in your local metroplex….

American Space Age Stocks

This stock looks a lot like the HERA.

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To an even greater extent than the somewhat Hollywood HERA, it looks Hollywood (which is not a term of approbation in SF). It’s more syled than designed.

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That’s not surprising, because it’s reportedly a collaboration between Chris Ha and Hollywood artist Vitaly Bulgarov. There doesn’t appear to be any physical product at this time, just rendering. They say sometime in 2017, which we guess makes it officially vaporware. There’s an even more vaporous CA/NJ compliant version promised.

Usage and Employment

The hardware takes you only half way. The wetware in your brain housing group is what makes your weapons work. 

The Effective Range of a Restraining Order is Zero Meters, #34621

Instead of issuing a warrant for a stalking estranged husband’s arrest, an Indiana judge summonsed him for Monday. Over the weekend, Anthony Russell committed “gun violence,” as the ban groups call it, by killing himself. After killing Laura Russell brutally — by slashing her to ribbons with a knife.

She went to the cops, she went to the judge. The judge says, “Sorry ’bout that,” now. She should have gone to the gun shop.

If you’re a woman, the delta between your strength and the average guy’s is more than you think. Since you’re probably not an exception to the first law of relationships, to wit, “Chicks Dig Jerks,” get a gun and learn to shoot it.

Cops ‘n’ Crims

Cops bein’ cops, crims bein’ crims. The endless Tom and Jerry show of crime and (sometimes instantaneous) punishment. This week, we have a local ‘Shire bias in the stories.

The Cop Was a Crim, ‘Shire Edition

David Burris, 37, was a probation-parole officer last year. (He might still be: the department is keeping mum about his status). But this year, he has other problems, notably an indictment.

Burris, 37, of Pembroke is facing three felony counts of reckless conduct for shooting at a car driven by Andrew Holmes outside of a Raymond home on the night of Dec. 1.

Prosecutors say that Burris fired his weapon three times at a moving car driven by Holmes.

Holmes wound up arrested on an unrelated warrant. Police and prosecutors (from an adjacent county to mitigate conflicts of interest) have said very little about the case, but Burris could get 3½ to 7 years on each felony “reckless conduct” charge.

Standoff Leaders Acquitted

To the surprise of everyone, including the defense attorneys and the judge, the jury in the trial of seven leaders of a quixotic lands protest, including brothers Ammon and Ryan Bundy, returned “not guilty” verdicts. The seven and others had occupied a seasonally disused shack at an Eastern Oregon wildlife refuge as, as near as we can figure out, a protest against Federal lands policy.

The government had been so confident a Portland jury would convict the seven that there were no plan or provisions for releasing them if acquitted. The judge, Anna Brown, angrily announced that Ammon Bundy, at least, would not be released, because he awaits another trial in Nevada. Bundy’s attorney, Marcus Mumford, began yelling at the judge at that point, and she had him beaten, tased, and arrested.

Cops (in this case, US Marshals), as we have frequently said, will do what they’re ordered to do.

The case may have failed at the very end, when US Attorney Billy J. Williams had prosecutors display the firearms the protesters had, suggesting that firearms possession was proof of criminality.

…finishing with a display of more than 30 guns seized after the standoff. An FBI agent testified that 16,636 live rounds and nearly 1,700 spent casings were found.

There was, in fact, nothing unlawful about the guns per se, and suggesting that they were makes one wonder if Williams badly misread his own handpicked entirely urban, largely liberal jury, and misread more general American attitudes about firearms.

A very wide range of outcomes stalked the protestors. Bundy associate LaVoy Finicum was shot dead when this group were taken into custody in a road ambush, and numerous smaller fish have pled guilty to various Federal charges and been sentenced to long terms in Federal prisons. Some more small fry remain to be tried.

Mother of the Year Nominee

deslongchampsThe competition is always fierce, but here’s another nominee for Mother of the Year.

Prosecutors on Thursday brought new felony charges against Deborah Deslongchamps, who was ordered held on $250,000 cash bail at her video arraignment in Derry (NH) circuit court.

Yikes! What’d she do?

Deslongchamps, 45, faces two counts of attempted murder and one count of first-degree assault.

The new charges are in addition to the original felony charges of reckless conduct and false imprisonment and one misdemeanor count of endangering the welfare of a child.

Yikes, but what’d she do?

The charges accuse Deslongchamps of attempting to commit first-degree murder by holding the firearm to her daughter’s head at one point and firing toward her inside their Candia home.

Police said the shot was fired as her daughter was escaping the house through a side door. The door was struck, but her daughter wasn’t injured.

Deslongchamps is also accused of firing another shot inside the house.

The story reports that she’s been suffering from mental health issues for years, and is battling “a mental health crisis”.

Well, why in the name of Niffleheim is she not locked up in a room with neoprene wallpaper?

You Have to Love a Headline Like this:

Arsonist Charged with Kidnapping.

The guy had been released from a token eight-month dip in prison for the arsons. So why call him an arsonist? Is it “burn one building (and two cars) and you’re an ‘arsonist’ for life? Or is it that the paper can’t call a kidnapper a kidnapper until the conviction (or plea) comes in?

That makes us wonder if the criminal justice community will ever embrace a logical sentencing proposal, like 10-20-Life. This guy would have been out of circulation at the time of this crime! But anyway, here’s what he did this time:

Jason Clairmont, 38, formerly of Gilmanton and Laconia, is charged with beating a man on June 24 in Clairmont’s apartment on Ormand Street, breaking his arm, then forced the alleged victim into his truck and left him in Chichester.

Concord Lt. Tim O’Malley said Clairmont faces a single charge of second-degree assault, a single charge of kidnapping, two counts of simple assault, one count of felony criminal threatening and one count of obstruction of the reporting of a crime.

He said the alleged victim was found on the side of the road by Chichester Police and that it appeared the altercation between him and Clairmont was over money.

Doesn’t really seem like a dispute resolution method used among nature’s noblemen, but what do we know? In any event, some dudes just need to be locked up.  And yes, that is our answer for everything. (He is locked up, for now. The DOC has not yet revoked his parole on the arsons, but then, he hasn’t made bail on the kidnapping and assault, either).

It’s Not “Play Rasslin'” When She Says Stop

terrence_jean_jacquesSo this guy is some kind of minor-league pro wrestler, a low-brow entertainment thing that is even more fake than the rest of pro sports. And he seems to have missed the message in the way that even fake wrestling organizes athletes into weight classes.

Terrance Jean-Jacques, 24… faces charges of assault, battery, kidnapping, witness intimidation, destruction of property and threatening to commit a crime.

We love that one, “threatening to commit a crime.” That jurisdiction — he was in court in Haverhill, Massachusetts — must not have a penalty for “mopery with intent to lurk.”

What did he did? Apparently he had a somewhat physical argument with an on-again, off-again girlfriend/baby-momma. It couldn’t have been too physical, because he’s a 230-lb gorilla and she wasn’t hurt. She doesn’t appear willing to testify against him, but they can prosecute him on the statement she gave cops the night of. (This is pretty common, actually). The whole thing makes the pair of them look like they add up to one average IQ. And yes, they’ve already reproduced.

Holy crap, Idiocracy was a documentary.

It Isn’t Always the Police K-9 That Gets You

raul-natarenoThe bum in the selfie is one Raúl Natareno, a genius who thought it was a bright idea to do a home invasion on his drug dealer with a couple of buddies. The buddies were caught immediately, but Raúl almost got away, hiding in a shed. Until the homeowner’s dog elected himself K-9 Auxiliary.

The intense land-and-air search put the Village on the Lamprey neighborhood and other nearby residents on edge, but in the end it was a 9-year-old beagle named Lucky who smelled trouble in her backyard and gave police the break they needed.

The Barbosas said Lucky was inside the house when she began barking around 3:30 p.m., more than two hours after the search began.
As soon they opened the door to the back deck to let her out, Lucky made a mad dash toward their backyard shed.

Lucky was happy just to observe and report; the pros took it from there. Fine job of community policing, and Raúl is where all armed robbers need to go, stoner or not: crowbar motel.

Udo and Nina Barbosa with their volunteer K-9 cop, Lucky.

Udo and Nina Barbosa with their volunteer K-9 cop, Lucky.

What can you say except, “Good dog!”

(Update: something you normally only see in Hollywood, but it really happened at least once: the rip crew in this case was a white guy, a black guy, and a hispanic guy. Most criminals associate primarily with same-race criminals).

Saving the Taxpayers’ Money

One down, one to go.

One down, one to go.

Some people would criticize Veronique Henry for killing herself. But as the career criminal faced dual murder, robbery and conspiracy charges along with her husband Paul, she should probably be celebrated for saving the taxpayers a lot of money.

The Henrys fatally shot Foday Cheeks, 31, and Danielle Taylor, 26, before ordering two other women and two boys, aged 12 and 14 years old, to hand over their cell phones and keep their heads down, according to investigators.

The couple then asked where the drugs were stashed and searched all over the house, police said. They left without finding any, telling the witnesses they would shoot them if they moved from their spot on the floor, according to the state police.

Arrested soon after, the couple were locked up, and Veronique took her own life within 24 hours.

Sure, it’s hard on the corrections officers who had to clean her cell up after she hanged herself, but it’s a multilevel win for the taxpayers. Now if only her husband will follow suit….

Every Headline Stresses “Former Soldier” and “Terrorism”

Its part of the media depiction of soldiers and veterans as damaged goods. The former soldier’s name, one that seems to come up more than you’d expect in terrorism cases: “Mohamed.” He’s an immigrant and naturalized citizen, just planning the attacks native Americans won’t do. A supporter of fundamentalist mohammedanism and follower of Anwar al-Awlaki, Mo had joined the National Guard, in which he rose to the exalted rank of private, and does not seem to have attended much training before being U’d out for nonattendance at drills.

The Perils of Kathleen: If it’s not good-bye yet, it’s not good

There’s really one major Kane story this week: Monday she was sentenced to 10-23 months in state pen. (Which is not the same as Penn State). Of course, she got a deal you wouldn’t get: not only could she have caught 28 years, she gets to stay out on token bail pending appeal.

A key factor in her sentence appears to have been her post-conviction preening, announcing she “had no regrets.” Lesson to all you future defendants out there, let your lawyers do your talking until the rubble is done bouncing, or it may bite you, as it has Kane, in the wrinkly old hind end.

We wrote last week: “Anything short of prison is disloyalty to the people of Pennsylvania, but a walk-out-of-court seems to be what the Establishment is queueing up for one of its own.” Well, it looks like she got prison and walked out of court. Still we have to commend judge Wendy Demchick-Alloy. Hyphenated name and all, she didn’t let a fellow liberal walk all over the laws of her state. Now let’s see if the appeals courts have similar spine.

  • Item 28 Oct: in the one non-sentence story this week, a Friday news dump revealed that one of the attorneys Kane fired in a “loyalty purge” has been rehired, with a $160k cash settlement for his unlawful firing. This one and six other lawsuits by purge victims have cost Pennsylvania taxpayers three-quarters of a million dollars in settlements alone, plus uncounted legal fees.

Unconventional (and current) Warfare

What goes on in the battlezones of the world — and preparation of the future battlefields.

Poly-Ticks: Who Loves Ya, Baby?

Not the probable next President, if you’re a military man. Or a dog. According to Deroy Murdock:

“I’m not voting for Clinton,” Air Force Staff Sergeant Eric Bonner posted on Facebook in July. “It’s because she actually talked to me once. Almost a sentence,” wrote the Air Force K-9 handler.

“I got to do a few details involving Distinguished Visitors.” “One of my last details was for Hillary when she was Secretary of State,” Bonner continued. “I helped with sweeps of her DV quarters and staff vehicles. Her words to me?” According to Bonner, Clinton told him, “Get that f***ing dog away from me.” “

Then she turns to her security detail and berates them up and down about why that animal was in her quarters,” Bonner added. “For the next 20 minutes, while I sit there waiting to be released, she lays into her detail, slamming the door in their faces when she’s done. The Detail lead walks over, apologizes, and releases me.

I apologize to him for getting him in trouble. His words, ‘Happens every day, Brother.’”

“Hillary doesn’t care about anyone but Hillary.”

Hey, maybe Murdock, and Bonner, made the whole thing up. Because there’s so much evidence of Her Majesty being respectful of her servants, such as… hmmm… we’ll think of something. One last pair of shots:

“Put this back on the ground!” Hillary Clinton screamed at the pilot of presidential helicopter Marine One. “I left my sunglasses in the limo. I need my sunglasses! We need to go back!” Clinton so abused the chopper’s crew that they christened it Broomstick One. Also in Dereliction of Duty, its author — Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Robert “Buzz” Patterson (Ret.), who carried the “nuclear football” — recalled hearing “volleys of expletives” erupting from Hillary’s mouth. He also lamented “the Nazi-like edge that emerged when she was around.”

Yeah, this is someone who has troopers’ and vets’ backs. Not to mention, she hates dogs.

The Army Celebrates Sexual Minorities, I

The Army’s nominal Chief of Staff, political officer General Mark “Aunt” Milley, has made it through the entire Transsexual Prostitutes series, and been responding to the ads in backpage.com, evidently:

Milley said he did a lot of “self-education,” meeting with transgender individuals, both military and civilian, as well as other groups.

So now he’s ready to trash the Army for its 10 remaining Bradley Mannings.

Ohhh-kay. What else has Auntie learned?

“The issue to do it or not to do it, to me is not an issue — the answer is yes,” Milley said. “The question of how to do it so that it is deliberate, well thought out, executed with professionalism — that’s a horse of a different color. Frankly I asked for more time.”

Anything more?

“It’s going to take a little bit of time, but there are some things I don’t think you need to necessarily be trained on,” Milley said.

Continue, General. Here’s a fresh shovel!

“We’re well-past the issue of debating and arguing about transgender. We are now into execution, to make sure the program is carried out with diligence, dignity, respect.”

So is he going to announce his new name on a reality show? Also, as we understand it, having your yarbles cut off is not the first thing one does in transition, but maybe he’s blazing a new trail. What’s the over-under on those yarbles being in a jar on Ash Carter’s mantlepiece, the price of the promotions that Milley valued over mission and men?

Lost Revolution: Hungary, 1956

60 years ago this week the citizens and government of Hungary rose up against the brutal quisling dictatorship of Matyas Rakosi and Andras Hegedus, and the Russian tanks that put them on the throne. Hungarian hero Bela Kiraly — like many of the great men of Eastern Europe, condemned to death by Nazi totalitarians and their Soviet brothers alike — led a lost cause resistance that initially beat the Red Army, only to be buried under Russian reinforcements.

The Soviets gained 35 more years of servitude from their Hungarian slaves. Kiraly and 200,000 other Hungarians escaped. Several hundred Soviets and several hundred Hungarians died in the fighting, and thousands of Hungarians received Russian culture in the back of the neck after surrendering.

Austin Bay has a decent overview of the doomed rising at Strategy Page, but he errs in saying it was the only rebellion in the Soviet slave states. It was the most sustained against Soviet terror, but East Germany rose in 1953, Czechoslovakia 1968, and Poland 1970, 1976, and 1980.

The Army Celebrates Sexual Minorities, II

And then, there’s Col. Robert Rice, 58, at the Army War College, who’s attending a General Court Martial this week — his own. 

Rice’s wife first turned him in three years ago, after installing tracking software on their home computer because she was suspicious he was having an affair.

According to his federal indictment, Rice had confessed to his wife that he was addicted to pornography and had been visiting strip clubs near his post at the Army War College in Carlisle Barracks, Pennsylvania.

What she found included dozens of images of child pornography, messages in which he discussed exchanging pornography and how to hide it, as well as an explicit Craigslist posting looking for kinky sex from a man while his wife was out of town.

It doesn’t seem fair, but apparently there’s some diversity the suits haven’t told Milley to celebrate yet. Give it time, but it’ll be too late for Rice, whose boys-and-perv-porn habit already convicted him in Federal court once (he’s awaiting sentencing), and whose separate UCMJ trial could give him a separate sentence of over 40 years. We’d say, “sucks to be him,” but it probably always did.

(Small update: Rice was sentenced to four years. He’s got more coming from his regular fed court trial… we’re thinking about forty more. He’s 58, so he’ll be about 102 when he… ah, who are we kidding? Dude’s gonna die in jail).

Falsity, Baseness, Iniquity

ramirez-fbi-integrityYou can always trust the FBI. Just ask them — better yet, just shut up and take it as a given. Peasant.

Meet Deputy Director Andrew McCabe, whose politician wife, Jill, is in Hillary Clinton’s pocket, via middleman Terry McAuliffe.

The McCabes received about three-quarters of a million dollars from a McAuliffe campaign nonprofit, ostensibly for her campaign for state Senate in Virginia (as, wouldn’t you know it, a far-left, anti-gun candidate). Cha-chingg! Sure, ’cause it takes millions to run for State office — when your husband has his mitts on the money-making potential of an investigation into someone with millions at stake.

McCabe and his wife are clearly crooked. He’d be in real trouble, if we had a Federal investigative agency.But the Sword and the Shield of the Party has his back.

Veterans’ Issues

Is it time to disband this thing yet, and letting all its bloatoverhead seek its own level in the Dreaded Private Sector™?

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Remember Sallie Hoser-Manyletters?

sallie-houser-hanfelderReally, her name is Sallie Houser-Hanfelder, and we mentioned her last week in an article about the VA leaking a critic’s medical information to discredit him. Hoser-Whatsis is the one who wrote the sorry-not-sorry letter to the guy saying, essentially, “Yup, we leaked your stuff, and nope, we’re not going to hold anyone accountable.”

Hoser-Hanfelder has been a classic VA leader, constantly failing upward. In 2013, after she presided over a facility where a young nutball beat a 78-year-old vet to death with his fists, she was promoted to a larger facility in Texas… and, get this (emphasis ours):

A news release announcing Houser-Hanfelder’s departure touted health service improvements and awards won by the hospital during her tenure. The news release also mentioned significant improvements in patient safety.

Patient safety, yeah. All the patients who weren’t beaten to death were much safer!

We’re not sure who she got killed in Texas to get promoted into the Colorado job.

Tick, tock…

The Case of the Finagling Fiduciary

Tamara Jones was appointed a fiduciary to manage a vet’s money. She managed it all right — right into her own pockets. Until she got caught.

Now this is a case of misconduct that’s hard to blame on the VA. Sure, they appointed her, but they didn’t put a gun to her head and tell her to clean out the vet’s accounts like she did.

Next stop, crowbar motel.

Lord Love a Duck!

The weird and wonderful (or creepy) that we didn’t otherwise get to. 

If You Won’t Stand, We Can’t Stand You

There’s the boringly familiar story of the 49ers’ lousy quarterback, who’s started two games and led his team to about half the other team’s score, but has made himself the darling of all the lefty jock-sniffer sports media by protesting America, Apple Pie, Chevrolet, and the Police. (The pig-in-a-cop-hat socks were a nice touch, knucklehead). The NFL has a little concern because it’s costing them the only thing any of them care about, money.

Meet Arek Trenholm. Arek stands for the anthem, or the flag. It’s a little harder for him than it is for you and me.

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Arek’s uncle Myron Leggett posted this to Facebook:

To all of “Those” that refuse to stand for the Flag of the United States of America……….. this is my nephew Arek Trenholm, he has “spina bifida” he used his arms to “STAND” from his wheelchair as our Flag passed by!! He will never be able to “play” football, if he could, he would “Stand” as the flag passed or when the “National Anthem” is played. Take a lesson!

See, Arek has a messed up spine, but his heart is in the right place, and so is his head. That loser ballplayer and his imitators? Heart in the wrong place, head is swollen with self-regard, and if he has a spine at all, you coulda fooled us.

Innumeracy Strikes!

In the Philadelphia Inquirer, the functionally innumerate staff writer Jessica Parks wrote:

In 2016, the coalition reported, 57 people were killed in traffic accidents — the overwhelming majority of them pedestrians. Seven of those were children, and 10 were hit-and-run crashes.

In the linked database, there were 30 vehicle operators and passengers killed, and 27 pedestrians. In Parks’s world of J-School math, 27 > 30 and 27 > 2/57. In fact, it’s not just a majority, it’s an overwhelming majority.

But we’re sure this functionally uneducated writer has a J-school credential from somewhere.

What’s wrong with the public, that they don’t trust the media?

OT: Entertaining Review

Not many things can match reading Tom Wolfe for sheer enjoyment, but this review of his new book in Commentary magazine is pretty close.

A Small Milestone or Two

fireworks_imageThis morning, just before noon, reader Hayabusa left a comment on a When Guns are Outlawed post. (We have always wondered whether he named himself after the bird, the airplane, or the motorcycle, three noble things that share the same Japanese title. But that’s his business).

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Little did he know it, but by our reckoning, it was the 50,000th approved comment on this blog, since the blog went live on 1 January 2012. We were expecting that milestone to come up, but were floored to find another comment milestone happening near-simultaneously.

In a remarkable coincidence, another comment today was the 20,000th this year, which gives you an idea just how much more popular reading WeaponsMan and commenting here is than it was in its earliest days. By the end of the year, over 40% of our total comments since Day 1 will be from this year.

The 20,000th comment of 2016 was this one by Daniel E. Watters.

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We are grateful for every page you read, every link you click, and every comment you make, especially ones that extend our own knowledge or correct our own misconceptions (a specialty of Daniel Watters, among others). Thank you very much.

As we come up to our fifth anniversary, we feel like we ought to give back to those readers who have been so generous with their time and comments. We have some prizes set aside (books and things) and need to figure out what kind of contest to have. Suggestions, friends?