A Glibertarians Exclusive: Mystical Child Part VI
From the diary of Robert “Cairo Bob” Allen, 1841-1928
November 21, 1886 –Pyramid Peak
We arrived at the base of the smaller mountain at mid-morning, stopped in a patch of low brush near a small creek, built a fire, cooked up some bacon and biscuits, and planned our next move. Evans was of a mind that we should split up, one of us move off north, the other south, and check out any likely spots. I didn’t cotton to that and told him so. We don’t either of us know the other all that well, I said to him, and trust runs mightily lean in these sorts of doings. But he was pretty insistent, and to prove it he proposed to leave the pack horses and most of the gear where we’d stopped as a base camp, and both of us return every evening. This seemed to make a certain amount of sense, as I had to admit. So, we determined that we’d take the rest of the day to build some sort of shelter, let the horses rest and graze, and try to get the chill out of our bones before commencing to look for the Spaniard’s tomb in the morning. We built a lean-to of brush and built a big fire in front of it, and I think that was the warmest I’d been since the Monarch Boarding House in Boise. Oh, and towards evening I took my Spencer, went out into a patch of woods, and shot a big doe. Fresh meat!
***
November 22, 1886
Breakfast was venison tenderloin fried in bacon grease served up with leftover biscuits from the day before, and Bob didn’t think he’d enjoyed a finer meal in years, hunger proving once again to be the best of seasonings. That was a lesson Bob had learned long ago, during the War of the Northern Aggression, but he had forgotten it since – until that morning.
“Ask you a question?” Evans asked around a mouthful of biscuit. Bob nodded assent. “You sure were quick to jump on this here deal. Quicker’n a man whose only problem is an empty wallet, you don’t mind my saying so. Something else going on?”
“Don’t know as I’m wanting to talk about that,” Bob replied.
“We’re partners,” Evans pointed out. “Partners should know what’s drivin’ each other. Especially when there’s gold at stake.”
Bob thought that over. “All right,” he said, adding “you first.”
“Well, you probably noticed the cough, right?”
“Sure.”
“Got some kind of problem with my lungs. A cancer, the sawbones in Elko said. Add to that the problem that my Pa had a bum heart, and he passed it on. So, I need doctoring, and that costs money. Figured this to be my best shot at getting some big Frisco doc to look me over.”
“Make sense,” Bob agreed.
“So, what about you?”
Bob finished chewing a forkful of tender venison. “Wife kicked me off my place west of Carson City.”
“Figured you had some kind of woman troubles,” Evans observed. “Seen the look on men before. So, you’re figuring on buying your way back into her bed?”
“It ain’t like that,” Bob objected.
Evans said nothing, just raised a questioning eyebrow.
Seized by a sudden need to talk about it – to someone, to anyone, as he had talked about it with no one for over six months – Bob spilled out a torrent of words.
“I ain’t never had a lot of money, sure,” he explained. “But she never seemed to mind all that much. She showed up in Carson City one day and took up a room above the dry-goods store where she was working. I did a fair amount of trading in there and realized one day that I reckoned her to be the sweetest, prettiest gal I’d ever run across, and I ain’t exactly a young man n’more. So, we courted for a while, then got married last May. Was a cold, rainy day, that day we got hitched, but neither of us cared. Brought her out to my place out on Clear Creek. Got forty acres, had a couple horses, a stretch plowed up for truck crops, keep a few pigs and chickens. No place to get rich off of, but enough to keep a family eating, you know?”
“Sure,” Evans said. “Grew up on a place like that in Virginny.”
“Me too,” Bob went on. “So, we were happy, you know? First year went just fine. I thought so, anyway. Then a year after we got married, she just up and tosses me out. Said to me, she said, ‘Robert Allen, you got to get away. You need to get off this place for a while. You ain’t hardly set foot off the place in a year, and you are getting stale. Write to me here, let me know what you’re doing, I’ll want to know, but you need to get out for a spell.’ That’s what she said.”
“That’s hard,” Evans observed.
“Tell me about it,” Bob said. “She told me that once I had some time away, to come back and see if things ain’t different. Figured if I went back with a pocketful of greenbacks, well, that’d sure go a long way to ease my way in, you know?”
“She’s that fine a woman?”
“None finer. Stuff she used to say, back when times was good… I can’t hardly tell you none of the best stuff. Can’t hardly remember myself, anymore. All I know is I want to be back on my own place with Isis – that’s her name, Isis – again, and if this here venture gets me back there again, then by God, that’s what I’ll do.”
They finished eating in silence. Damn, Bob thought to himself as he cleaned up his tin plate and cup in the creek, but I never thought I’d spill my guts like that – least of all to that sawed-off little bastard. To a preacher man, maybe.
When that was done, the two conferred again.
“I’ll head off to the north,” Bob said, remembering what Evans had said about his health; the north slope looked like rougher country. “You go to the south. Check out cliffs, overhangs, anything that might hide a cave, right?”
Evans nodded. “Indian said it was in a cave, covered with a big flat rock.”
Bob remembered his Bible. “Has a familiar sound to it, all right. Well then – let’s saddle up. See you back here around sunset.”
He rode through the morning without anything interesting coming up. Noon found him inspecting a stretch of rock outcrops with no result, so he ate a biscuit and a chunk of venison and turned back.
Then, in a spot he had overlooked before, there was a small, flat face of rock, set back in a small box canyon. Bob rode up for a closer look, and then…
“Sure as hell,” he breathed. There, in the rock face, was a large, flat boulder, leaned against the face; around the edges, Bob could see gaps. Overhead, a small creek spilled down the cliff face, over the boulder, into a small pool; the freezing weather had had its effect.
Bob dismounted and walked over for a closer look. The water wasn’t flowing any more, not in the cold, but the flat boulder was encased in a good six inches of clear ice, hard as granite. Through the ice Bob could see the faint form of a cross, crudely etched into the flat rock.
He looked up the cliff, down at the frozen pool – really no more than a puddle – then at the ice encasing the flat rock.
“God damn it,” he spat.
***
How she told me that one day we would meet up again.
And things would be different the next time we wed.
If I only could hang on and just be her friend,
I still can’t remember all the best things she said.
Really looking forward to learning how all this turns out.
And, yeah, I cheated and looked at the song lyrics.
I’ve been thinking of doing a similar series on the songs Sara and Tangled Up in Blue. Haven’t decided yet.
Storms are brewing in her eyes?
OK, then, keep me in suspense.
This is great, Animal. I’m really enjoying it.
This wasn’t supposed to go here. Doh.
*waves*
I knew I was looking forward to Monday for a reason!
Thanks, Animal.
Excellent.
Never a dull moment! Thanks, Animal!
I will keep following this carrot. Great stuff
These are really enjoyable, Animal.
Yes. Over too soon, though.
(and I don’t even like Dylan)
I love this tale, thanks again Animal, always makes a nice lunchtime
Hmmm…once you clued me in that this was based on rock lyrics – by Dylan, no less – I looked up because I wasn’t worried about spoilers. I mean, rock lyrics, Dylan, how intelligible is it going to be?
But there may be some potential spoilers in the lyrics. Oh, well.
My initial hypothesis, based on their doing potentially-supernatural stuff in Canada, was that this was going to be like Algernon Blackwood’s The Wendigo.
http://algernonblackwood.org/Z-files/Wendigo.pdf
But no, that wouldn’t be weird enough.
Still interested in finding out how you translate the song into prose!
I love this, Animal. Really appreciate it.
And I won’t go look up the lyrics ‘cuz I hate spoilers…
(That’s called a HINT you heathen!!)
*posts lyrics as wall-o-text*
That’s okay, no one reads walls of text.
[fondly remembers Kevin’s infamous walls of text at The Smallest Minority]
Look, yet another right wing extremist and white supremacist has won election in a country recently ruled by a good leftist right thinker.
Ecuador Falls to Extremists
Maybe Xiden could send in the new woke military as their first exercise in combatting extremism?
How long till they have a full-blown communist revolution?
Around the next election.
How long before we have one?
We’re already in the throes of one.
Our media is English speaking Pravda.
The culture and class wars has been ongoing for a while.
We’ve rigged the elections.
We’ve identified the scapegoats who must be exterminated, mainly white Christian males and libertarians.
We’re busy dismantling the Constitution starting with the first 2 amendments.
We’re hard at wok on a ‘papers please’ strategy, known as Covid Passports.
Poe’s law. My question was rhetorical.
@Mojeaux I posted a thing at you on the forum general chit chat.
*attempts to light beacon*
Ugh. Damp matches.
Aminal this is nice. Ole Virginny.
Gotcha, though I didn’t have anything really useful to say except don’t fear the
reaperKarens.Love is love.
https://nypost.com/2021/04/10/new-york-parent-seeks-ok-to-marry-their-own-adult-child/
Love is Not Love.
God bless you.
What can I say?
It’s where I am today.
Kind of smell like an estate or pension fund scam.
Heck if my mom died before my dad did I would have married him to get into his public pension too. And I would have lived happily ever after!
That’s what I thought too.
So, when does the homicide occur after that succeeds, and who gets offed?
Kind of smell like an estate or pension fund scam.
Heck if my mom died before my dad did I would have married him to get into his public pension too. And I would have lived happily ever after!
Bets on whether in a couple of years, the incestuous go to the top of the woketotem pole?
If it is Woody, never, but if it is Mia, give it a year or two with lots of sympathetic celebrity press.
The polygamous get there first.
I don’t have a problem with that.
ditto
Looking for a Sister-Wife to assume some responsibilities?
Ummmmmmm no.
I am just for consenting adults doing consual things.
No need for the state. Just get a lawyer and sign a contract. If you want.
Hear-hear!
Too much icky freedom involved.
I wrote a father-in-law/daughter-in-law romance (both widowed). He didn’t like her for years then he had to take care of her and the kids after his son died young, and gradually they got close. Took a few years, though.
Closest thing to that in my family was an ancestor who was married. The wife died and then he married the sister of the deceased wife.
She couldn’t leave her sister’s widower without support.
That was common in Colonial times. Often a “family” had zero original members in it. A big circle of “wife/husband” died, other one remarried, got stepkids, stepkid dies, take in an orphan, other spouse dies, remarry, etc etc and round and round it went. It was a survival thing.
It was after colonial times but it was when Illinois was the frontier, so yes, understandable.
That’s one of the plot points of Deadwood – Bullock married his brother’s widow out of a sense of duty, not because he particularly cared for her.
In some cultures it is required.
Often men would marry for a helpmeet too. Love was a luxury.
That’s a major plot point in Turn, a series about the spy ring on Long Island during the revolution.
Great show, BTW.
+1000
I loved that show. Never got past Season 1 because “LIFE” but I really, really liked it.
I particularly liked how they portrayed just how difficult life was under the Brits.
Our current crop of pussies and Karens would all have been snitches for the British.
Bob dismounted and walked over for a closer look. The water wasn’t flowing any more, not in the cold, but the flat boulder was encased in a good six inches of clear ice, hard as granite. Through the ice Bob could see the faint form of a cross, crudely etched into the flat rock.
Yuck. That’s going to be tough to get out.
Get a good fire going, it will not only melt the ice it might crack that rock.
The matches are wet.
“Did someone say ‘crack rock’?”
/Hunter
https://preview.redd.it/epxgzbxi8qs61.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=5c7b705de77757eaa476f57cd9b959eafe154b06
LOL
What office is Donald Jr running for?
That would be one hell of a good fire.
Not like there would be a shortage of wood around there. Also as I recall, that was how Hannibal made his path through the Alps (fires to heat the rock, with water thrown on them to cause fractures that could then be chipped/levered).
Do you have a source on that?
I’ve never heard an account where he had to break rocks to get through the passes. I do know that the thermal shock method was used in roman mining (and that it killed more miners than traditional pick methods, but slaves were cheap)
It is one of many theories.
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/how-hannibal-crossed-the-alps-180963671/
‘Unless that’s some magical ice, it’s nowhere near as hard ad granite. A pick will go through 6″ of ice without much effort at all.
I mean, the block that you chip ice for beverages off of is a lot thicker than that. Maybe they just need to open a cocktial; bar there.
So today I became a conscientious objector in the war against the vid.
This morning when I showed up to work, I was asked to put on a face shield. On top of my surgical mask. Until we get eye googles that is. That’s my breaking point.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for wearing PPEs when it make good sense. Earplugs, safety glasses, steel boots, gloves, helmet, etc. I’d happily wear all that stuff if I was working with a vulnerable population too. But this time it’s freaking ridiculous. I work in a restaurant kitchen FFS!
I get it, it’s not my boss that is asking for it, it’s their boss. And they’re not even the ones asking for it, they are just following government regulations. I get it for the little guy that can’t afford to fight back, but this is freaking big Mickey D. If they want to tell the government to eff off they can.
It’s just that the people in HR and the lawyers and all don’t care because they’re not the ones that have to go around dressed up like clowns for 8 hours a day. Most of the big shots are still probably WFH anyways, what do they care?
Maybe when more ”essential workers” start quitting their jobs over this BS people will start understanding how stupid this is. Then again, I’m not holding my breath.
Guess I’ll just put myself on that temporary welfare thingy that has been on for a year now and that should bring in more than my regular paycheck. I’m out of work because of COVID after all.
Does this mean you actually quit?
You should buy one of those giant body condoms and wear that to work.
Maybe when more ”essential workers” start quitting their jobs over this BS people will start understanding how stupid this is. Then again, I’m not holding my breath.
The grocery store chain I go to had people quit over mask requirements.
Sorry you’re out of work. I hope you find something soon.
I’d say maximize your income. If unemployment benefits pay more then milk them to the end.
When the extended benefits end, there’s going to be a run on the job market. It might make better long-term fiscal sense to get in the door before that happens.
Just wait for extended benefits to be declared infrastructure, thus extending their longevity.
They are treating it like a ”refusal to work” as if I wouldn’t agree to do a job for safety reasons.
I know what my bosses think about the ‘vid and know they don’t agree with me or my way of dealing with it (One of them was about to call the police for a customer that wouldn’t wear a mask while paying for his coffee). Then again they moved me to staff in less than 3 months in and I know they have a hard time recruiting, so they told me they would call me back once the measures go down, which I’m not expecting to happen soon, but I know they will call me once it does.
I honestly don’t care too much for that job. It was more of a ”in-between and we’ll see where it leads” than of a career path. More for the fun of it and the life experience. Was already thinking of moving on eventually, as well, I’m a 37 yo man with a BBA degree doing the job of a high school kid lol. I just think it sucks that I’m leaving them under staffed currently because of the COVID idiocy.
But heh, we all choose our hill to die on. I picked mine, they picked theirs.
But yeah, next time I go there I will wear my plague doctor’s mask lol.
Elko, Winnemucca that’s some beautiful country out there. Thanks for the adventure, Animal.
The most productive thing I’ve done today is kill a spider on the office wall. I suppose I should start doing some work. I’ve got a report to write. And another clusterfuck that I’m avoiding completely.
Well, you have me beat.
I let the guys in who are replacing the old drop ceiling and played some guitar today. Arranged a ride for my kid tomorrow.
Does that count as productive?
I just finished watching the Wright shooting in MN. Manslaughter at a minimum, and I don’t think a murder charge against the cop would be that much of a stretch.
Wright was resisting but none of the officers appeared in danger. Female cop panicked, drew her gun while screaming taser (presumably to tase Wright), and then executed Wright at point blank range.
Link?
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2021/04/breaking-brooklyn-center-police-release-bodycam-footage-moments-leading-fatal-shooting-daunte-wright-graphic-video/
Oh shit, that’s bad.
Chick cop: “I just shot him”
Dude cop: “Oh, no.”
Understatement.
And that, folks, is why cops shouldn’t be looking for reasons to pull people over for stupid BS.
I had dinner with some friends last week and sat across from one of us who is a cop. He was talking about all the stupid things people do and get pulled over. I tried to ask him why bother to pull over someone for a headlight or a turn signal–he didn’t even recognize that those kinds of things should just be let go. He freely admitted that they are “just looking for a reason to get in his car.” The rest of us sitting around him were a bit horrified. The one guy said, “and that’s why you never talk to the police and never authorize a search.” Our cop friend didn’t get it.
I don’t want to see it, I will take your word for it. The older I get the more squeamish I get. Most of my life I was the one people called when they had to have a dog put down at the vet or hold grandad’s hand while he died in the hospital. They all thought I was made of stone and could do what they couldn’t bear. I am not made of stone. Maybe I just wore down, I dunno.
Reaching for a taser and drawing a pistol instead has happened before more than a few times. In panic some people’s rational brain shuts down and the lizard brain takes over. From what you said that sounds like what happened.
I don’t want to watch it either. I have a real squeamishness regarding watching what I know to be the death of a real person. I’ve watched several people die, always under peaceful circumstances, and that’s far too much for me.
I wonder how often police train with tasers vs their sidearms. From what I have seen, A. Most police carry tasers in a cross-draw holster on the belt, and B. The sight picture of a Taser would look very different than a handgun. I’d also guess that the grips feel considerably different, and if a handgun with a safety (vs safe action) is used, that would be different.
Drawing a sidearm is a practiced move, and can be trained to very high speeds, but if you train 95% of the time to move your hand straight down to the belt rather than cross-draw, that muscle memory could take over.
If due to cost, time, whatever, the police departments prioritize sidearm training and the cops don’t get enough training with the Taser to really know the difference, that could be a problem. On the other hand, if the officer grabs at their belt and draws something that feels familiar, their mind isn’t going to think, at least in time, that they grabbed the wrong thing off their belt.
Lizard brain gives you tunnel vision focusing on the threat with little awareness of your other surroundings or even of what your body is doing…like you said, muscle memory.
I imagine that there could be an effective way to train the proper draw by starting off with an instructor shouting which weapon to draw. Eventually when you hear “Taser” you’re trained to reach for the cross draw holster. Then you work on target / threat identification and shouting for yourself the appropriate weapon. So eventually the three items become automatic: threat identification, weapon selection and draw. But it would take a fair amount of conditioning and refresher training to cement properly.
It’s worse than that.
Most police departments require no additional firearms training beyond 1.) the academy course, and 2.) an annual or semi-annual qualification that can literally be passed while blindfolded.
It’s a safe assumption that, unless a police officer is going out and training on their own dime, they are barely competent with their sidearm.
A good friend of mine trains a couple of local agencies–they are required to qualify semiannually, and you’re right–the courses of fire are ridiculous. One time he threw in an optional stage with movement and they all failed terribly. I think PA now requires some movement, but it’s mostly just advancing on a target, not any lateral movement.
My buddy was invited to act as Opfor for a SWAT training exercise — he was to be holed up in a condemned house and they were supposed to enter and neutralize him. He “killed” or “wounded” the entire team with the exception of the sniper posted on a hill across the street–he had a shot on the sniper but didn’t want to give away his location in the upper floor of the house. He hasn’t been invited back as Opfor since then. There is another agency that is talking to him about opfor training, and he said if he gets the job, I might be invited as well.
He should have taken out the sniper after neutralizing the rest of the team.
I think he said they called the exercise after most of the team didn’t make it back out of the house.
They had a second exercise where he had a “hostage” and they had a dumb script for him to follow so he started acting crazy, and plausibly going off script, the negotiator didn’t know what to do, and then he fired a single shot into the ceiling and told his hostage to lie down and be “dead” while he did the same. Took them forever to make a decision on whether to come in after him or not.
It seems that OpFor’s are supposed to lose and if they don’t they aren’t welcome to play anymore.
I hate to think what we are actually training (via repetition) with that.
If you’re serious about training, the OpFor is expected to beat you 9/10 of the time.
“What did we do wrong?” is the question that should be asked after each and every iteration. Even when you win.
As a former Krasnovian, I can attest to the importance of the OPFOR winning for training to be effective.
Bobarian, your link is somewhat wonky.
How’s this?
That one works.
Since the time of Millenium Challenge, and from other things I hear, OpFor’s are expected to play a scripted part, and lose. I would love to be wrong about that.
My understanding is that the the Training Centers still conduct tactical operations such that the OPFOR usually wins, but that some of the more notional operational/strategic level ops are set up as kind of dog-and-pony, proof of concept malarkey.
But I think that has always been the case.
What Sheldon said.
I used to help with firearms training with a friend of mine. A lot of cops would show up to qualify and their firearms were not functional or gummed up with dust and rust. When they first started replacing revolvers with Glocks he explained the trigger safety emphatically and repeatedly. Five minutes after they started one of the cops shot himself lengthwise through the right thigh, exiting at the knee and the bullet then travelled lengthwise through his left lower leg. He bled out before the ambulance could get there.
Cops with guns make me nervous.
TQs made a comeback for a reason.
Perhaps Taser should start manufacturing, and law enforcement should start issuing, tasers with the extendo wires that are altogether differently shaped than a pistol grip.
To my eyes, not intentional; not murder… Negligent Homicide or Manslaughter would be most appropriate charge.
Intentionality still depends on the situation. To me, negligent homicide means a negligent discharge while drinking alcohol kills someone. If a non-LEO held down a guy while a second non-LEO went to tase him, accidently drew a gun instead, and executed him…. I don’t think the shooter would get off with manslaughter even if it was accidental. Hold her the same standard as a non-LEO.
Cops need to start being held to the same standard as every other citizen. Authority comes with responsibility. The responsibility part has been completely severed from authority in modern law enforcement.
I personally think that a negligent discharge while drinking alcohol is more intentional than pulling gun instead of Taser due to panic/poor training.
Also If a non-LEO held down a guy while a second non-LEO went to tase him, They’d likely be found guilty of assault and battery?
accidently drew a gun instead, and executed him…. They’d then be guilty of felony homicide.
To me it looks like there was another shooter on the grassy knoll.
So she jumps in, panics, and shoots. Awesome police work – loved the look on the cop that was between her and Wright.
They’re saying she accidentally used a gun instead of a taser.
*grabs popcorn*
TOXIC MASCULINITY AND RACISM STRIKE AGAIN!!!1!!1!
You see, Glibs, even though she’s not a HE, the department with all of its toxic masculinity and RACISM !1!1! (DID I MENTION RACISM!!??!) were responsible.
Because.
Hyper-Inflation. Why worry?
Favorite comment:
I accused my wife of being a shopaholic, but she replied that she was just shorting money as a sound financial investment.
It is tempting to go buy another house.
But the local market is fucked up right now. Last summer’s derecho wiped a bunch out a bunch of houses, so it is a seller’s market on the remaining houses.
Invest in wheelbarrows?
Can I get a sanity check.
I’ve been thinking that with the number of crossover ingredients between coleslaw and macaroni salad, that it might not be crazy to combine the two into a single dish. I’m unsure how the flavor would work out on that. (The cabbage and carrots provide the crunch that would normally come from celery, but they also provide additional flavors)
“Can I get a sanity check.”
Not to politicize everything, but that’s the only kind of check Biden *isn’t* giving out right now.
Very good–is that an original?
Eh, as far as I know.
Fine, I’ll preface it with “as Abraham Lincoln said…”
Mustard is essential to macaroni salad. Mustard would ruin cole slaw. Do you include mustard or not?
The best cole slaw is made with vinegar, so is mustard.
Win-win.
There is cole slaw and then there is pepper slaw; I like both, but I would not mix the two together.
No peppers.
I really like pepper slaw, too, though.
Why the hell are they putting honey and unemulsified oil in there?
Mustard is in cole slaw along with the vinegar that is the primary liquid component of mustard
Mustard in cole slaw? not necessarily.
The recipe I’ve been using is easy for me to remember because it’s “Deviled egg seasoning” – mayo, mustard, vinegar, and optional paprika.
I love deviled eggs. Like, I could eat an entire dozen of the things if they’re homemade and made well.
#metoo
Too bad eggs don’t like me anymore. However, that could be my ulcer and/or the omeprazole talking (depending on which one is dominant at any given moment).
#oneofus
I could eat two dozen.
eggs don’t like me anymore.
The eggs and I get along fine, but the Wife and Family don’t like to be around us while we’re digesting…
And if you make your egg salad taste like devilled eggs, then you can have a whole bowl of it and eat it on crackers. Or pumpernickel toast.
Assuming you are married eating that many egg yolks in one day could earn you a night on the couch.
Not an issue–my GF loves deviled eggs nearly as much as I do.
A friend of ours used to do a big summer party – half a cow, lots of food, lotta booze. One thing I looked forward to were the deviled duck eggs. They were fantastic.
My kids loved them too, so much, that the person who brought them had to ask me to not have my kids eat all of them the next time.
I have a friend who has ducks and chickens and wants me to take some eggs. I’m going to try to get a hold of some duck eggs. Never had them deviled before; that must be awesome.
I rise duck and their eggs are better for any recipe. Deviled duck eggs are very creamy rich and have enough cholesterol to kill a marathon running vegan instantly.
Mustard would ruin cole slaw
You are wrong and should feel bad.
That is seriously delicious. A big hit at cook-outs.
Sugar?
*shakes head*
I throttled back the amount, but a bit of sugar balances everything out.
It’s addictive stuff.
Note, too, that you’re rinsing the sugar off the cabbage – so it’s just the sugar in the dressing you’re adjusting.
WTF are you people going on about, mustard in macaroni salad and cole slaw?!
Mustard belongs in deviled eggs and potato salad, but not macaroni salad or cole slaw.
Totally off topic: Why China should fear us.
Bah! one rainstorm and your entire armored column is wiped out.
Forget about amphibious landings with those.
Those already look more functional than some of the Russian tech I’ve seen lately.
UCS: not the ones that are fully duct taped.
TOK: they don’t really have to worry, do they? You never start a land war with Russia.
Also I might be a thief – someone posted a link to the site in the morning thread. I don’t think it was to this article, but I could be wrong.
From the Dead Thread:
Fact Check: TRUE!
I’ve shot more guns that aren’t mine at the gun club than I can reasonably count.
Some very cool stuff.
Nobody ever offers at mine. I offer, and nobody takes me up on it. NY rednecks are a standoffish peoiple.
You’re a cop plant trying to catch us in a felony! I knew it.
It’s not a crike as long as they have their license (AFAIK).
One or two lifetimes ago when I did some competition it wasn’t so rigid as it is now. Competitors showed up with their wives and children, sometimes a dog and there were always plenty of barbecue pits. It was mostly a social gathering and not so many rules. It was fun. When that started changing sometime in the late 80’s I stopped going.
I read that as “when it wasn’t so rigged”
There wasn’t much money in it then so it was more casual. I haven’t paid much attention to that world since the fun started going out of it. I have no idea if it is rigged or not but when real money starts coming into play the corruption follows.
There’s no money in competitive shooting, and there never has been as long as I’ve been doing it.
I’ve won a few thousand bucks in prizes over the last fifteen years. But I’ve spent maybe a hundred grand on the game over the same period, so the numbers don’t exactly work out in my favor.
Like I said I haven’t participated in quite a long time and haven’t kept up.
Now that I think about it I rarely shoot any more. All of my friends and family that I used to shoot with have moved away and all of the kids I taught to shoot are married now and have full time jobs and rug-rats. I don’t have anyone to shoot with anymore and the fun went out of recreational shooting as well. I don’t think I have pulled a trigger in over a year.
Maybe I finally got enough of it.
I don’t know if that’s still a big thing during the great ammo shortage nowadays, but previously true.
Nothing like the smile on a kid’s face after they’ve shot their first machinegun. Usually the dad or mom is just as excited.
“how much did we just spend in ammo?”
“Three or four thousand. I’d have to count the shells.”
Weighing them’s easier
Back before the ‘Vid, met my Brother and his family in Vegas.
He dropped $800 bucks at the machine gun range, half of which was so my nephew could rip off about a half-second burst with a mini-gun.
I’d rather shoot something with a lower cyclic rate so I could savor it some more.
Unless someone else wants to fund me $30,000 in ammo costs for the minigun.
I’ve got this Mosin Nagant…
I’ve got a Mosin Nagant. The two tins of ammo I got for it still haven’t been used up.
Try an UZI. It is like spraying a water hose. It jumps forward and down a little the first time the bolt closes but after that it is pretty smooth and little recoil.
https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/bicyclist-killed-in-crash-had-tweeted-just-hours-before-about-the-dangers-of-biking-in-dc/2636800/
Isn’t it ironic…
I’ve been locked out of work all day.
Anyone want to guess what the root cause was?
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The SSLVPN vendor let their SSL Certificate expire.
You had ONE JOB!
Are you me?
Our employers may be using the same vendor.
quite possibly. I bet your employer wasn’t dumb enough to tell employees it’s OK to click through the error messages and allow it to connect anyway…
No, they instead went “Turn the date back on your computer until you’ve connected, then set it back to today”
Our employer locks out access to change the clocks, so they advised us to change the VPN security settings, which for some reason we aren’t prevented from doing.
So stupid. I didn’t do it because there was an infinitesimal chance that if someone had actually managed to fudge with our VPN certs, they might have been able to send an e-mail that looked like it was from our corporate newsletter address (which is where the recommendation came from, rather than the head of IT or someone else.
They actually do tests from time to time to see if employees will fall for phishing attacks and then they are dumb enough to pull something like this, encouraging us to change security settings based on an email from our corporate communications dept. I had to shake my head.
We can’t change our VPN security settings, so the cert error dumps us back to the start page with a vague message.
Lol, I had a tech that would change the clock to the end of shift, then record his passodown video.
Tres bait.
… it looks like she weighs more than I do.
That ain’t healthy, girl.
I need a puppy fix.
https://www.glibertarians.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/PXL_20210411_125138395-scaled.jpg
She has got the potential to be a great dog.
Bigger than the last pic I saw.
They grow fast.
Yup. She is noticably biger every day. She can now get her chin onto the table I eat off of.
OOOoooOOOoooOOOooo… my ghost gun kit is here.
Yoinks! Gagagagagagahooost gun! Run, Scoob!
Defending yourself against ghosts is hard — they can ambush you through walls.
Ghosts can’t go through doors, they’re not fire!
Don’t cross the streams.
There’s no instructions…
Dammit!
Use a ouija board.
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