“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”

― Frank Herbert

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

U.S. Concealed Carry Association

I mentioned this outfit offhand in a previous post.  I remembered tonight that someone asked me for more information about the insurance they offer.  It's pretty good insurance. I bought the low end of the spectrum and I pay about $14.00 a month for it. I don't remember the particulars, but if you have to winnow the gene pool, it will pay for bail, get you an attorney, pay for civil damages, things like that. The higher the level of insurance you buy, the more it pays. Their web page has a break down of different plans.

After my little interlude with the black avengers of all that is white and evil in Chattanooga, having the insurance seems like a better idea than it did before. 

About all I can say is that I get magazines and once in awhile something like a ball cap, that kind of thing, from them.  I've never had to use the insurance, but it's nice knowing I have it and fourteen bucks won't buy you a hamburger, coke and fries at my favorite restaurant anymore.

Here's a link to their web site:

U.S. Concealed Carry

They put out some books and CD's on the subject, and they have the magazine as well.


  1. Hey Harry,


    I gotta look into that insurance. Not sure if I will take it, but its worth a look sometime.

    Its 3:00 am and I just finished doing wash. I was listening to and old song by Creedance Clearwater Revival, the song '"Pagan Baby" I was listening to that song at 1:00 am while driving eastbound on Interstate 10 between Junction, Texas and Kerrville, Texas 15 years ago in the worst rainstorm, down poor I ever drove in (that's how I remember it)
    The roads where so slick and my truck bed was full of stuff that my front tires lost tracktion at 50 miles and hour and I had to slow down to 35 miles an hour just to keep the front wheels on the pavement (that and I had a job interview at 11:00 am that morning in Leander, Texas. I got there on time but did not get the job)

    Leander is northwest of Austin and the Dotcom crash a few months earlier started to trickle down the Austin and it seems like one quarter of people in Austin got laid off by June, 2000 (bad time to try and find a high tech job)

    A month later, I moved back too West Texas and got a job selling auto parts and a job selling computers at Office Depot (which completely sucked) I worked seven days a week for two years just too build up cash to get out of West Texas for good)

    The worst part of the job selling computers as all the Mexican americans that refused to do business in English but still could speak English fluently. The Mexicans got all bent outta shape because I did not speak Spanish.

    The auto parts store job was a lot better. I delt with hundreds of Mexican americans and if your nice and they see you trying to speak Spanish they will be patient and not get all bent outta shape if you cant speak Spanish.

    1. I speak spanish ,well enough to have done translating for the incoming MARG's at Rota, Spain. But I don't use it. In fact, I'm sure my fluency is starting to slip because I don't. But I figure in the U.S. they can either speak English or go without. I had a magnetic bumper sticker on the Jeep for a while that said "why do I have to press 1 for English" but somebody stole it while the Jeep was sitting in a parking lot.

      You could move up here to North Georgia. The nearest beach is a long six hour drive, the humidity and heat in summer are like the breath of hell, we are infested with Hispanics and now "Those whose lives matter" are starting to turn up. In winter we have snow and ice, and the last three winters in a row it's gotten down below zero on my mountain top time and time again at night.

      But you could still move up here. We could become tag team serial killers in Gainesville, Ga, and we could rob liquor stores, except the ones that have signs on the windows saying "beware shotgun armed dwarves in beer coolers."

  2. I'll definitely look into that once we leave Kommiefornia!

    1. I think it would only really be worth doing if you carried consistently, because the magazine isn't that great and I have enough ball caps! ;-)

  3. Hey Harry,


    Now I have did not make it out to the beach early this morning. I crashed out about 0330.
    I rarely make it to the beach early in the morning, a habit that will have to change since all the urchins are back in school and the season is coming to a close.

    1. I'd be there at the crack of dawn every single day. The dogs and the ferrets and I would take long walks on the beach, to see what had washed up during the night. You never know, once I found a whole box of tools that had fallen off someone's truck. Another time I found a dead shark. It doesn't get much better than that, eh?

      I get up before dawn here and have my coffee in one or the other of my favorite spots as the sun comes up over the mountains. Dusk and Dawn are the best parts of the day.

  4. You don’t seem to understand the great necessity of passing more gun control laws to cause trouble for the people. A while ago I was listening to former NY Mayor Ed Koch on the radio and somebody called in and told him the criminals won’t obey gun control laws; Koch told the caller that the anti-gun laws weren’t intended to inhibit the criminals, they are to keep you from having a gun. I wrote a comment to him telling him he would never make it in politics if he was going to be honest like that, but never heard back from him, and I guess now I won’t. The also late Teddy Kennedy used to say that his anti-gun laws would not interfere with the rights of honest people to have guns for hunting and self-defense; he lied about lots of other stuff, too. But I do think it’s fun to quote him as affirming that we do have the right to have a gun; he did say it, right in the Congressional Record, even if he didn’t believe it.

    And when I had a chance to meet one of those liberal professors who write papers about social issues, I asked him if I could still cite his work as coming from a Certifiable Eastern Establishment University when his conclusions were so conservative. He held up his right hand as if to be counted or to take an oath, and assured me that he was plenty liberal, and he and his colleagues, being good liberals, and gun control being the acid test of liberalism, applied for a grant with the plan that they would go through the statistics and establish the foundation for gun control once and for all, and they found instead that there wasn’t any. Some say that if you torture the data long enough it will confess, but they had the integrity to publish what they found, instead of what they hoped to find.

    1. That's well said. I admire your fortitude and self control in raising questions with the libs.

      I'm surprised you found an honest one. I have found that a primary characteristic of liberal academicians is a complete and total disregard for the truth, or reality. They live in their own little cloud coo cool land, don't interact with the real world, and have a boundless contempt for all who don't have masters degrees in medieval French literature.

      I once worked at a local state park on one of those senior summer programs that are supposed to keep seniors gainfully employed, off the roads, and out of everybody's way.

      There was a young woman who was the camp "naturalist" and I soon noticed that for a naturalist, she knew very little about the flora and fauna. When she found out I brought a gun to work (people are allowed to bring their firearms in state parks here) she was horrified.

      It turned out she was from Connecticut, had never had a real job in her life, had a masters degree in French medieval literature, and her mom and dad were still hippies who lived in a commune up there. I felt sorry for her. She got the job there at the park because she had a distant cousin who was a big wig in the Department of Natural Resources. I remember her because I gave her my set of Will and Ariel Durant's "Histories" since she lived on the park, knew nobody, was afraid of everybody, and her sole source of happiness seemed to be reading history. I sometimes wonder what happened to her and if life taught her anything about how things really are off the commune.

  5. And speaking of aux armes, citoyens, I used to work over there and have some ancestors from there, so I like to listen to their music sometimes. Here is where to find "Mireille Mathieu's legendary performance" of the song that has that line in it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIxOl1EraXA

    Formez vos bataillons! Marchons, marchons!

    1. I'm going to look that up and play it. Sounds like my kind of song. My wife is fluent in French. She lived in Niger for several years, working with her parents in a "bush clinic" run by the Southern Baptists. She went to the University of Toulon (I hope I got that right) for two years. When we lived in Italy, the French were always very pleasant to us because she spoke good French, and she knew their cultural do's and don'ts, which prevented us from making the stereotypical gaff's Americans do in France.

      The French always treated us very well when we went up there, and Paris was one of our favorite places to take leave.

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    1. I've got to re-familiarize myself with this outfit and what I signed up for with them. Chattanooga has made me realize I'm deficient in that regards.