Another mass murder. CNN goes into full 24/7 propaganda mode, every few minutes repeating President Obama’s knee-jerk anti-gun diatribe.
Sheriff John Hanlin of Douglas County refused to name the monster, and give him the credit he obviously sought. Good for the Sheriff. Yet CNN committed a massive act of hypocrisy in this regard. They reported that early indications were that the homicidal narcissist did it solely to win some sort of sick fame…and then spent the night rewarding him with exactly that. What better incentive for the next sick, thwarted loser to become the next copycat?
In a speech undoubtedly prepared beforehand to allow an early dance in the blood, the President indicated he felt there were “scores of responsible gun owners in this country.” Gee, Mr. President, you think there might be as many as forty or so of the millions of Americans who are good at heart and responsible? Damn sportin’ of ya, dude.
The Chief Executive expresses incredulity that anyone might believe that more guns might have stopped this. “Does anyone really believe that?” he asks, with his Shocked Face.
You’re damn right we do, sir – BECAUSE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED IN OREGON! As soon as the cops got there with MORE GUNS, the killer was down and done. But the victims died or were mangled during the inevitable time it took them to get to the gun-free zone hunting preserve for psychopathic murders, where we are told that even the single security guard on duty was unarmed!
Think of it as a test in applied logic and critical thinking. Our President and CNN have both flunked. Let’s hope the rest of America passes the logic test.
Our hearts go out to the victims and their families. If a single “good guy or gal with a gun” had been there, this outrage might have been prevented.
Well, damn. My friend (and favorite gun blogger) Tamara Keel emailed me to let me know our mutual friend Frank James had passed.
Read Tam’s moving goodbye to him. If you aren’t familiar with his work, be sure to follow each of her links.
When I wrote about him recovering from his stroke here on this blog a year ago last April, lots of you wrote to say how much you enjoyed his work. When I last spoke with him a few months ago Frank was upbeat and felt his rehab was progressing well.
Frank parlayed a family farm into millionaire status the same way he became a popular gun writer and gun show TV star. Research, sound knowledge of what he was doing, and common sense…because, quite simply, the common sense that was his trademark demanded in turn that deep research and thorough knowledge of the subject at hand. Combine that with his genuine love of family and country, and his deep caring for his fellow man, and you’ll understand why we who knew Frank James so deeply mourn his passing.
Who stands six feet, five inches tall, weighs 300 pounds, and carries a cocked and locked STI 1911 pistol?
Well, I can think of two. Owen Zastava Pitt and Larry Correia. Or maybe that’s one, ‘cause Larry created Owen as the lead protagonist in his best-selling science fiction/fantasy series of novels, and the two have a lot in common.
A little while back in this blog, when I wrote about meeting Stephen Hunter, one of my favorite writers, I mentioned that I hoped to one day meet Correia, too, because he was one of the very few writers I read in that genre. The reason was that he got his details right, did not break my “willing suspension of disbelief” … and was also funny as hell.
In person, it turns out, Larry Correia is also funny as hell in person, and totally down to earth, and of course, One of Us. What else should we expect from a guy who was associated with the coolest named gun shop in history, Fuzzy Bunny Movie Guns, in his younger days?
I enjoyed heck out of his best-selling series, Monster Hunter International. In his second best-selling series, the Grimnoir Chronicles (which he describes as a blend of early 20th Century noir and steampunk), he had me in the first such novel when he made John Moses Browning one of the characters. The evil princess and I have the next two in the series as audiobooks and will be consuming them on our next long drive.
If you’re a gun person and you haven’t read Correia, you’re missing some great entertainment. Check him out – Amazon will get you to his work, and Google should get you in among his many fans – and I think you’ll be glad you did.
Oh, and by the way, Larry’s last name is pronounced “Korea,” not “courier.”
It’s always a pleasure to meet a favorite author. This past week, I was able to introduce my class to Stephen Hunter, who pens the Bob Lee Swagger series and is, unquestionably, more knowledgeable about firearms and their use than anyone else writing in mainstream fiction today. I’ve corresponded with him for years, but this was my first opportunity to meet the man face to face.
As intelligent in conversation as he is in print, Steve in the flesh is a down-to-earth regular guy, and very much One Of Us. The class loved his commentary on the interface between the gun culture and the mainstream media today, a topic he is eminently qualified to discuss by virtue of his many years at the Baltimore Sun and the Washington Post, from which he is now retired.
If you haven’t read Hunter’s work, do yourself a favor and dip your toe in that water. I enjoyed his first book, “The Master Sniper,” back around 1980 when the publisher sent me a review copy, but he had me at “Dirty White Boys.” That said, my single favorite is his non-fiction “American Gunfight,” a deeply and superbly researched account of the attempted assassination of President Harry Truman.
Now, I just have to meet Larry Correia, who is to science fiction what Stephen Hunter is to mainstream novels…
It was supposedly Samuel Taylor Coleridge, circa 1817, who first wrote that enjoying fictional entertainment required “a willing suspension of disbelief.” I was reminded of that yesterday when, in a rare day that didn’t require class, court, or conveyance, the Evil Princess and I took half an afternoon off to go into a movie theater (we vaguely remembered having done so in the past) and watching “Jurassic World.”
Now, I’ll try like hell not to say anything that might spoil it for you, but as Backwoods Home’s resident gun guy, I need to warn you that you’ll have to willingly suspend your disbelief as to how a lever action rifle such as the Marlin Guide Gun can be fired, not to mention the “less-lethal weapons” stuff. That aside, though, it’s a pretty cool movie.
Mainly, it flashed me back to a theater in Michigan in the early 1990s where some friends and I saw the first “Jurassic Park” movie. Then as with this new version, it was the super-hot new movie of the season, and Time and Newsweek and such were saying that it was so scary that parents should preview it before letting their kids see it. My daughters were eager to catch that flick, and the youngest was about eight, so I felt duty-bound to check it out beforehand.
Good Lord…what a validation for those of us who are responsibly armed!
In that first “Jurassic Park,” those people had a good idea what they were getting into before they got there, and still went unarmed…and paid the price. The time-proven FN FAL 7.62mm semiautomatic battle rifles and the SPAS-12 semiautomatic shotguns were kept in an armory, accessible only to the privileged elite (an allegory here, maybe?) when the dinosaurs started taking over. Soon, there were some human body parts laying next to a jammed SPAS-12; being familiar with that particular weapon, I thought “Hey – that’s real!”
Throughout the movie, this or that T-rex was chasing folks and I found myself thinking, “The .458 Magnum elephant rifle I took to Africa would drop one of those.” I know people who’d pay a king’s ransom to hunt a Tyrannosaurus Rex in Central America. As the packed theater audience cringed with “oohs” and “aahs” I thought, “What’s you people’s problem? Shoot the effing lizards!”
One character described the ominous characteristics of the Velociraptors: about six feet long with tough, leathery skin and sharp fangs and claws. I actually pulled my concealing garment back as I sat in the theater and looked down at the Colt .45 automatic in my holster, and saw the reassuring little green eyes of the Trijicon rear night-sight look back up at me. Six feet tall? Leather jacket? Multiple edged weapons? All over America, cops and law-abiding armed citizens deal with that every day with gear like what I’ve got on in this theater in 1993!
And, OMG, the ending of the original “Jurassic Park.” For what I later counted as nine minutes or so, two poor little kids struggle desperately to stay ahead of the Velociraptors before their deux ex machina rescue. I knew then and there that if those children were my kick-ass daughters, they would have long since found their way into their armory and availed themselves of a couple of FN FALs. When the Velociraptors kicked in the door on them, there would have been a short burst of well-directed, high-powered gunfire, and my kids would have spent the rest of those nine minutes asking each other, “How many purses and shoes and belts do you think we can make out of these suckers?”