So, I've been busy the last few months, and I see the site's content well has run dry without me. What I've been busy with is selling a house, buying a house, moving, and etc. We basically just wore out on the Tucson summers - the last five have been abnormally hot...
Scrub.
I’m going to skip right over the argument about whether we should impose the death penalty*, and go to the bit about how we should carry it out. First, let’s clear the field and dismiss some of the weaker contenders: Hanging is not necessarily reliable, requires a...
Neither Mrs. Dean nor I have insurance through employers (I don’t have one, she doesn’t work enough hours). When this first hit us a year or so ago, we did the usual thing – we bought it ourselves. For the two of us, it cost an eye-watering $1,400 month for a what I...
Alles in Endung.
Life in the Desert Update Turns out I did have a picture of Saguaro flowers. Saguaro blooming. The seeds sprout and grow when they are under another tree called a nursery tree (usually, around here, mesquite trees). I’ve been gathering up some of the seed pods from...
In which R C has an exciting wildlife encounter, ponders the future of naval warfare, and muses on the benefits of letting rulers off the hook.
Car Care So, we’ve got some gearhead glibs. Although I might put on a cold air intake or do something similarly elementary under the hood, ain’t no way I’m, say, replacing an axle or completely disassembling the interior. What I do, though, is...
In which R C muses on living in Tucson.
In which R C Dean throws some bits and bobs into the post hole.
A different kind of range day.
In which R C rambles on about risk and liberty and stuff
In which R C Dean ponders a fundamental problem.
In which R C Dean goes to a new range and gets his pew-pew on.
In which R C Dean proposes a new perspective on the current scene.
In which R C Dean is afflicted with schizophrenia.
In which R C muses about the hall of mirrors that is a low-trust society.
In which R C Dean goes back to Pahrump with his trusty bangstick.
In which R C Dean cooks for himself.
In which R C Dean quits his job.
In which R C and Mrs. Dean go to Salt Lake City to learn how to run their rifles.
In which R C Dean wades into deep jurisprudential waters to ponder just what the hell the Supreme Court really does when it overturns a statute, or itself.
In which R C Dean throws dirt on the Constitution.
In which R C Dean tries, and fails, to explain how hospitals work
In which R C Dean comes, not to praise the public health establishment, but to bury it.