Sunday, August 19, 2018

Harry shows out at the theater. Those were the days.


Whatever the time of year, the two best times of the day are sunrise, and sunset.  This morning it's humid, and the trees are dripping big drops of condensation, as if it were raining. There's no sound at all, out in the woods. I suppose later in the day we'll have thunderstorms and rain, that's the prediction, anyway.


Yesterday was a strange kind of day.   We didn't want to just stay home, so we went on an excursion. First, to the library so my wife could turn in some books and check out some more. Then over to the big multiplex cinema on the mountain side, to see a movie.  The only one they were showing that looked even a little interesting was this one:


My wife likes Mark Wahlberg, and I have enjoyed some of his shows, so we thought it would be ok.

When we got to the theater, there was a huge line. They had one ticket counter open (for six cinemas) , and some ladies from Florida were having a problem. They had bought their tickets from some third party outfit, on line, but the codes they got wouldn't work. So we all stood there, with the time for the movie getting closer and closer, while they argued and fussed with the ticket counter clerk.

Finally, five minutes before the movie started, a manager came and got it straightened out. I know that kind of thing happens , but I hate being late and it aggravated me.

Then, as I sat through the interminable previews of inane shows you couldn't pay me to go see, on the screen pops the hideous visage of Jabba the Jackass, also known as Michael Moore. The preview was of some new movie this Cintus Supremos is apparently coming out with.

The theater wasn't crowded, and it only holds about 50 people max,  but almost all the people in there were the "Hawaiian shirt , Bermuda shorts, and sandals" crowd that infests that particular area.  The movie is clearly another of Moore's rigged, staged B.S. propaganda fests, and it's aimed at President Trump and the people who support him.  The audience started to titter and chuckle as Sluggo dumped his vitriol on people just like me, in his interviews.








Can you imagine paying your money to see a movie, and having to sit through this first, while a bunch of Sheeple tee-hee and act like idiots?




It tripped my wire, and I said very loudly " if they show this piece of crap by this assh*le, I'm never coming in this Goddamned place again."  I suppose that was juvenile behavior, but I paid good money to relax, and then that happens.

The theater got deadly quiet. I expect all the the poofters in there were waiting for me to jump up and mow them all down.  If that's what they thought, then good.  I wasn't armed with anything more dangerous than popcorn, but at least it shut them up.



The movie itself was awful.  Don't waste your money.  There's no plot to speak of,  there are holes in the plot a mile wide, and in the end, they just set up for a sequel, leaving everything hanging in the air. I know I've paid to see worse movies, but I just can't remember when.

When we came out of the movie, my wife said " I'm sure they won't show that film up here."
I hope she's right. They don't show any of the movies I want to see, like "Beirut" or "Entebbe", because the manager says "there's no interest." There better not be any interest in one of Moore's screeds, either. There are lots of people up here who feel the same way I do about that tub of lard, and they won't set foot in the business again if that movie gets screen time.

Then we went to our favorite restaurant, up on a mountain overlooking the lake.  It's expensive, but it is  a nice, quiet place and the food is good.  Afterwards, we made stops at a couple of grocery stores and a pharmacy, and came on home.

When we got home, we got a phone call from my sister in law.  My wife's brother, Mark, had passed away. A few months ago, they found out he had brain tumors, and there was nothing they could do for him. It will take my wife awhile to get over that, because she really loved him.  He was a good guy.  I've not known many people who never said anything bad about anyone, but he was one of those people.

Mark was a chemical engineer. He retired just a few years ago, so he didn't get to enjoy retirement long. Like my wife, he was raised in Nigeria and Niger, at mission schools. He got drafted towards the end of the Vietnam war, but got a bad conduct discharge. Anybody who was around him for ten minutes would have been able to figure out he wouldn't make it as a soldier. He just didn't live in the real world, was always thinking about abstract things, and often oblivious to what was going on around him. They gave him a BCD for wandering off from the base, for not "conforming" and for just generally being out of sync with everybody else. He should have gotten an "admin discharge" but it was Vietnam times.

He worked on oil rigs in Nigeria for a few years, went to school to get his degree, and then spent the rest of his life in laboratories, where he was happiest.  He went through two wives before he found one that was attuned to his personality.

I really liked the guy. He's the only one in my wife's family, besides my mother in law, that I ever really did like.  Mark believed in heaven, so I hope he's up there somewhere.


I don't have any plans for the rest of the day.  Maybe a walk at the lake,  and spend the rest of the day reading. I'm working may way through Dale Brown's 25+ book series , the one that starts out with "Flight of the Old Dog."  They aren't great books, but the local library system is running out of series on subjects that interest me.  Brown was an F111 crewman for 12 years, so where the plots may be a bit sketchy, at least the technical aspects ring true.




  The only fast mover I ever flew was a TA-4 Skyhawk, and that was with a buddy in the backseat who was basically giving me a joyride.  That was at NAS Kingsville, which probably doesn't even exist anymore.

Most of these books were written back in the 1990's and early 2000's, so they are kind of outdated and take place in situations that never actually developed.

Still, they're good stories. I find it hard to believe that Air Force officers are actually as undisciplined as the book portrays them, but then Brown was in that arena for a long time, and he should know.

I'm glad the library will get these for me, because even if  bought the Kindle editions, there are so many books that the cost would be high. Using the computer, I can order the books from my house, then just pick them up at the library when they email that my "holds" are in.





The TA-4 was a really great aircraft to fly, even if  I only got a couple of hours in one, and that as a "guest."  They're long gone now, of course.  

The aircraft I liked flying the most was the T-28 Trojan, and they're gone too. By 1975, the Trojan was the closest you could come to a WW2 Navy fighter.  I flew the T-28 in VT-6, out of NAS Whiting. Nothing else , fixed wing or rotary, ever came near it for sheer joy.





I've  already posted most of my T-28 pictures on the blog,  but for old times sake, I'll stick this one on here.  




And here's another odd thing, related to those times.  When the T-28 was phased out, and replaced by the T-34C,  most of the aircraft were destroyed in crash crew training exercises.  But a few were preserved for museums, and there's one hanging from the ceiling in the NAS Pensacola Naval Aviation Museum. That aircraft was in VT-6 and I flew it many times.  Makes me feel strange to see it hanging in a museum.





Well, enough reminiscing. I'm bad about doing that on Sunday morning, it's my reflective day of the week.  It's been 42 years since I flew a T-28.


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  There really wasn't much to say today.  I hope it will be quiet, and peaceful. Sunday is my favorite day of the week. I try not to do anything non-essential in terms of working around the place on Sunday.  Maybe I''ll hook Percy up to his harness and let him play in the meadow for awhile before it gets too hot.



Some thoughts from a friend:





















Gratuitous Gun Video:  Tennessee Volunteer Arms Commando MK. III


I've got one of these Thompson copies.  I bought it used, at a gun shop, back in 1989. It had jamming problems, so I got it cheap. Turned out to be the feed ramp needed minimal polishing and the magazine they had in it was worn out.  Tennessee Volunteer Arms was a little mom and pop type business, not around long. The gun takes Grease Gun mags, not Thompson mags. Back when I bought it, Grease Gun magazines were plentiful and cheap. Not so much, now.

It fires the .45 ACP round, and is semi-automatic. About the only time I've used this is when bears used to come up to the house, and I'd fire it over their heads. They didn't care a damn, and just ignored me.








Saturday, August 18, 2018

The End of Old Joe. Soros comes through for Abrams. Some Days Are Stones.













Gainesville, Ga.  was a mountain resort town before the Civil War,  a rail line ran between the North Georgia town, and Atlanta.  Wealthy people from Atlanta would go up there to spend the summers in the cooler, less humid mountains. Green Street, a preserved section of the old town, is still lined with palatial summer homes from the period.

In 1904, the people of Hall County erected a statue to honor Confederate soldiers who fought in the War Between the States.




But now, the Hall County board of commissioners have voted to tear down the statue. One of the few structures that survived the tornado of 1936, Old Joe stands next to a steam powered locomotive and the "Big Chicken" statue in a small park in the center of the old section of town.

There's a protest today in Gainesville, but it won't change anything.  The population of Hall County is largely Hispanic now, so it's hard to see why they would care one way or other, but it only takes a few white Quislings and some blacks with big mouths, to get this kind of thing done today.







The video above was taken in North Carolina, and the "students", as the MSM described them, are supposedly from UNC.  Wonder where the police were when this was going on?





Saturday morning, and it's raining.  Just light rain and it will not help the humidity, but it will keep the forest damp and the water table up. I didn't have any plans for today, anyway.  I'm not motivated .



Watched the Channel 2 (ABC) news in ATL this morning.  Yesterday a group of "black youths" went on a rampage at the park, where the zoo is.  They smashed windows in vehicles at random, using crowbars.

One of the people who had their car vandalized was interviewed. She was about 25, from somewhere in New England by her accent. She said "I'm not angry with the people who did this. I don't blame them. We need to address the social issues that cause this behavior. Food,  shelter and employment should be human rights in this country."






Still, there's hope. You see a lot of this "boo hoo, we're so sorry for something that happened when none us were alive" on college campuses and on the television. But my kids are not buying into it, and they tell me the concept has little support among their coworkers.  It's just that young people with views like that are not going to get on the Atlanta news shows. Or any other news shows.




Speaking of news.  Once upon a time, there were two newspapers in Atlanta. The Atlanta Journal, and the Atlanta Constitution. But as the internet got to be the way people got their news, a big national news outfit bought them both, and consolidated them.  The conservatives who wrote for the one, died out, were fired, moved on, and were replaced by new liberals. So now there is one Atlanta paper, and it is left wing.

They ran a wonderful story this week.  The black Hillary clone , Stacey Abrams, who is running for governor , got a check for 1.5 million dollars from George Soros this week. She also received "undisclosed" amounts of money from a political action committee based in Hollywood, California, and is receiving "substantial" amounts of money from the labor unions.



Meanwhile, Jack Kemp is being shunned by the Georgia Republican party. They can't forgive him for
having the audacity to defeat the party anointed candidate in the run off.  The Atlanta "cultural elite" detest Kemp because he's rural, and not one of the country club set.

The cities in Georgia are completely different worlds from the rural areas. You go into a city, and it's like you've gone  through the looking glass.

Atlanta is a black hole that sucks the life out of the state. Atlanta gets property tax money from the rural counties, and uses it to pay out the dole to the "ethnic residents" who make up a bigger and bigger share of the population.  Atlanta has the money and the political power to ram things down the throats of the rural population, as we've been experiencing up here in North Georgia to our great cost.

Too many people are saying Abrams can't win because conservatives won't vote for her statewide. But they aren't taking into account that a lot of  Republican Party "Trump Haters" will not vote for Kemp, and will either sit out the election or actually vote  for  Hillary's best friend.  If that happens, it's the end of life as we know it in Georgia.  It doesn't bear thinking about.




So, why am I thinking about it.  Because I live here.  Because I've seen with my own eyes how dramatic and devastating changes can take place in your own area, virtually overnight. If all this trouble has found me here, how long can it take to get to your neighborhood as well?



Well.  I hear movement up on the main level, so I know my wife is making breakfast. Guess I'll go on up there and we'll get a start on our day, whatever that is going to be. Maybe a drive through the mountains in a light rain would not be a bad idea.


Thought for the Day:









Thursday, August 16, 2018

ASG. There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight! SVT-40


This is a good issue.  There's the first of a three part series of interviews with Creek Stewart. He's not as famous as Les Stroud or Cody Lundin, but he's doing a series of shows for  The Weather Channel that are not bad at all.

There's also an article written by a fellow who went to rescue an elderly friend during the L.A. Riots, and his experiences in that endeavor.  That was a very bad situation, and I admired the guy for taking risks to help someone who was in dire straits.   I remember the L.A. riots, though it's been a long time since 1992.  I was surely glad that I lived up on top of a mountain in the forest, then.




There's a reason why both of these memes show Korean women.  The only people who forted up and fought the Morlock mobs were the Koreans. They barricaded the streets into "Korea Town", and engaged armed looters.   While most of the videos of the L.A. riots show blacks looting and burning, if you go to the trouble of looking for them,  there are videos of people from every different ethnic group you can name doing the same thing. It was like a carnival of free shopping. The U.S. has had some rough summers, particularly in the 1960's. Baltimore was a bad one, but nothing touches the L.A. riots for outright violence against people.





This issue included an article on security for your home, not bad at all.  There's also a discussion of a web site I've never heard of, called Bunkerdays.com.  I'm going to give that a going over, and see if it's really as useful as the magazine says. They talked about an inventory program that sounded better than a spreadsheet, easier to use.



Just a quiet, sleepy day here.  We didn't try to go anywhere.  I spent most of the afternoon out on the porch, just enjoying the breeze and listening to the creek, and the wind in the trees. Nobody was motivated to do much, we're all taking it easy up here on the mountain today.




But things are not so sedate elsewhere:




Sweden had a tough week. I doubt their "solution" will help them much.

Remember the  old song, "There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

I wonder if these people who welcomed the "refugees" into the country with open arms are as enthusiastic after the events of this week?









Gratuitous Gun Video: The Soviet SVT-40




I own two SVT-40's.  They're great rifles. During World War II, the Germans thought so well of them that they picked up every SVT-40 they could lay hands on, and gave the type a German designation.

The SVT-40 is a bit complicated to field strip and clean, so I only fire commercial 7.62X54R out of it, never surplus ammo, because I don't want to get it dirty.  The fellow in this video is taking the magazine out of the rifle to load it, but I just use stripper clips and leave the magazine in the weapon.

I got my first SVT-40 by trading a complete set of "Lee's Lieutenants" to our FEDEX driver back in 1988.  He liked the rifle but said it was too hard to take apart to clean.  I got another one a few years later at a gun show.  Those are the only two rifles I have which fire 7.62X54R semi-auto. My other rifles in that chambering are all bolt guns.








Thought for the Day:





Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Where you live matters. Coffee Klatch. Sustained fire.

I got this from a friend, via email:






You may have heard on the news about a Southern California man who was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned 100 guns and allegedly had 100,000 roundsof ammunition stored in his home.
The house also featured a secret escape tunnel.By Southern California standards, someone owning 100,000 rounds is considered “mentally unstable. ” 

BUT …



In Michigan, he’d be called “the last white guy still living in Detroit. ”

In Arizona, he’d be called “an avid gun collector. ”

In Arkansas, he’d be called “a novice gun collector. ”

In Utah, he’d be called “moderately well prepared,” but they’d probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of stored food. ”

In Kansas, he’d be “A guy down the road you would want to have for a friend. ”

In Idaho, he’d be called “a likely gubernatorial candidate. ”

In Georgia, he’d be called “an eligible bachelor. ”

In North Carolina, Virginia, WV, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, South Carolina,
and Minnesota he would be called “a deer huntin’ buddy. ”

In Montana, he’d be called “The ‘Go-To’ guy. ”

In Hawaii, New York, Illinois, and New Jersey he would be called a terrorist.

AND OF COURSE
In Texas, he’d just be “Bubba; who’s a little short on Ammo.”




Things here meander on.   There's a coffee shop near the traffic circle that I drive by in town. I stopped in when they first opened, but they had a "no guns" sign, so I told them I wouldn't be loitering around their premises. So did a lot of other people, and soon the sign disappeared. As I drove by the other day, I saw three guys sitting at one of the patio tables, people whom I'd met recently at a little gathering. So I pulled in, got a cup of coffee, and joined them. One was a retired policeman from Florida, about 58 years old . The other two were local men, late twenties.

It was good to catch up on what's going on and it was a nice day to sit outside.  There was a big panel truck at the business next door. The driver got in and drove off, and sitting on the other side of where the panel truck had been, was this flashy silver car. I don't know what kind it was. It had big round curves, big tires, and weird wheels that were like trash can lids made out of a silver metal.

One of the younger guys started laughing, and bobbing his head back and forth, making "boom, boom" noises, like car stereos turned up way high playing "rap" music.  I had no idea what he was going on about.  The retired policemen said "well, if I were into profiling, which I am not, I would say that car definitely belonged to a certain type of individual."  I still wasn't catching on, so I asked him who?

He looked around very carefully, to see who was in earshot, and whispered "blacks."

I gathered from the subsequent conversation that blacks in urban environments like this particular kind of car.  But what really caught my attention was that this guy had to be so careful and circumspect about saying "blacks."  He was wise to be, and I can see that on reflection. But as Theodin so famously said , "How did it come to this?"  I can really sympathize with Theodin. We're in the same situation.







I live way up here , in what was the middle of nowhere, but I guess you can't hide from history's tides.



I got my first order of  Polish AK-47 mags and tried them out in four different AK-47's, including a Chinese Type 56.  They locked up fine, no problem with feeding.  So I went on line to order another two of the Classic Firearms packages with the sling, oiler, and magazine pouch and four magazines.  But alas, they were sold out by the time I got around to it on  Sunday night.  I did manage to order another 8 magazines, for a total of 16.  You can never have enough magazines, and I'm a firm believer in buying a lot of some item if it shows up at a good price and you think you might need it.  In the gun world, a good deal on ammo, arms, parts, or accessories should always be treated as a one time opportunity.  With magazines, you need a lot of them to keep up a sustained fire. And these days, who knows when you may need to.


Don't forget the ammo.  





I looked at two RV's this week.  Both used, both clean and in good shape.  The construction of these vehicles is not very sturdy.  Lots of staples, lots of plywood, and a lot of aluminum framing pieces. I was told this was to keep the vehicles light, and one fellow told me they were plenty sturdy enough for what they were designed to do, which is to stay on paved roads and be parked on a prepared "pad." I guess he's right. Someone mentioned to me in an email that RV's are lightly built, even shoddily built. I suppose I should have expected light construction techniques. I've always bought pretty sound vehicles. I bought the Jeep Commander because of it's heavy steel "truck" body, and my F250 (1988) is like a T-34.  I don't own any of the little "beer can" cars that are all plastic and aluminum. Might have to modify my thinking on this issue.



Music for drinking coffee and watching the deer.





Today will be routine.   I'll work out in the meadow for about 45 minutes, cutting down weeds. Then I'll clean up, and we'll go to town where there's a sale on coke products.  3 12 packs for $9.00.  We are running low.  My wife and I both drink "classic coke" when we are feeling low on energy or run down.  Helps with stomach issues, too.  That's 1950's medical lore, but it's true.



We'll probably have lunch while we are in town.  She always fixes herself up really nicely to go to town, so she should get some benefit out of all that fixing up.  I just put on something that is handy. Sometimes she says I need to change my shirt, or this or that.  I have a tendency to wear "work shirts" that have tar or paint on them, but are comfortable.  My wife buys me nice shirts that are stylish, but they tend to be heavier and they haven't been washed as much so they aren't soft.  Also, I don't much care what I look like, as I'm not out to impress anybody. But it matters to her so I change my shirt or whatever....


I'm still trying to figure out this one.  I might have mentioned it earlier on the blog. Not long ago, my wife and I were talking about "non budget expenditures."  She said I had bought something recently and she was going to buy something equivalent. I don't remember what it was. I said that was fine, that was how we worked things.

Then, out of the blue, she said "But in 1982, when we were in Florence, you bought a statue and paid $500 for it, and when I wanted a necklace that cost $19.00, you said no."

My wife can't remember if she put the cans of spicy chili in the pantry or one of the storerooms last week, but she remembers something that happened 36 years ago.

She's talking about a Capodimonte figurine of a Roman Legate, that I bought on the Ponte Vecchio, the old bridge, in Florence, Italy.  I don't think I paid $500 for it (though I used to collect military figurines and was pretty avid about it.)

When we were in Europe, I did TAD trips all over the Med and all over Europe. I brought her gold, silver and turquoise from Istanbul and Izmir. pearls from Majorca,  Wedgwood Jasper cameos from London, Baltic Amber from Bodo and Trondheim, I never came back without some jewelry for her. But she remembers I apparently said no to some trinket in Italy.....

This past weekend I bought her an antique silver and turquoise southwestern ring she liked .  I asked her if that made up for my callous and selfish refusal to buy her the $19.00 necklace in Italy thirty six years ago.  She said it was a good start.




Thought for the Day:


They couldn't make this movie today.  It's "racist."