Many of the major news outlets are reporting that Fred Thompson, former Tennessee Senator and "Law and Order" regular (he was also excellent in "Hunt for Red October", among other movies) is scaling back on his TV work.
Why is this relevant?
He might be running for President. Might, coulda, woulda, shoulda. There's already at least a dozen websites devoted to drafting him to run for the 2008 GOP nod, and with good reason. A Thompson (not to be confused with Tommy Thompson, already running) would fill a clear and obvious void in the ballot. The GOP cast of ten, or however many it is at any given moment, has a broad range of possibilities, but none that really appeal to the moderate conservative base that the Republicans have to energize in order to win. I like both John McCain and Rudy Guiliani personally, but I can not get over their past anti-gun movements and will gladly support someone else. Mitt Romney? Too liberal, and we all saw what happened to the last two men from Massachussetts who ran for President - they lost (although being liberal democrats might have something to do with it). Jim Gilmore, Tommy Thompson, Mike Huckabee, Duncan Hunter are all good men, but they simply do not have the name recognition, or perhaps more importantly, the energy to realistically win the vote.
That leaves Fred Thompson.
Look for him to make an early July announcement either way. These days, you get in early and you get in strong, or you get left in the dust.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sprouts, Huge Pigs, and Politics
I took a tape measure to the pumpkin sprouts this afternoon, and all five of them are right at 3" tall. I'm still planning on thinning them in a couple of weeks, but for now I am just reveling in the fact that they are growing so well. Today I watered them, tomorrow they are getting a healthy dose of MiracleGrow and some of the organic slop I have been mixing up in a bucket.
The bacon I bought at the grocery store this morning reminded me of some other pork in the news. 11 year old Jamison Stone dropped a wild boar in the woods of eastern Alabama earlier this month. Big? Try 1,051 pounds and over nine feet long. Picture a VW Bug with sharp teeth and a really bad attitude. Firearm used was a S&W .500Magnum, from the pics apparently the 8 3/8" version. Good shooting, young man.
Here in Virginia, the primaries for the state legislature are approaching. Of particular interest in this part of the state, at least to me, is the race for the Republican nomination for the 22nd District seat in the State Senate, pitting incumbent Brandon Bell against challenger, and former Roanoke Mayor, Ralph Smith.
I am supporting Ralph Smith, for the following reasons:
- Brandon Bell was one of the main supporters of the smoking ban in restaurants. For the record, I don't smoke, and never have, although I have no problem with the habit or those who choose to so indulge. With a toddler usually in tow when I go out to eat, a smoky atmosphere is often reason enough to go somewhere else. If a restaurant owner wants to go completely smoke free, as many around here have, so be it, it should be their personal choice. Read that again. Personal choice, not the government's, and any politician who tries to ram that down a business owner's throat has lost my trust, and by default, my vote.
- I have met Ralph Smith several times. He says what he means, and means what he says. He's a humble, self-deprecating and modest man with an easy smile and an open ear. He's a principled conservative who makes no bones about where he stands, and someone who you respect, and like, instantly.
- Personality aside, I agree with his stands on all of the relevant issues. He's not a professional politician, which I always like (remember "government of the people, for the people"), rather a self-made business man who, like Reagan, believes in small government and fiscal conservatism. Foreign policy opinions are for the most part completely irrelevant to state-level politicians, and I am glad he doesn't waste time holding forth on matters not directly important to the office which he seeks.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_K._Smith
http://www.ralphsmithsenate.com/
Those of you in the 22nd district, make the right choice on Jne 12th.
The bacon I bought at the grocery store this morning reminded me of some other pork in the news. 11 year old Jamison Stone dropped a wild boar in the woods of eastern Alabama earlier this month. Big? Try 1,051 pounds and over nine feet long. Picture a VW Bug with sharp teeth and a really bad attitude. Firearm used was a S&W .500Magnum, from the pics apparently the 8 3/8" version. Good shooting, young man.
Here in Virginia, the primaries for the state legislature are approaching. Of particular interest in this part of the state, at least to me, is the race for the Republican nomination for the 22nd District seat in the State Senate, pitting incumbent Brandon Bell against challenger, and former Roanoke Mayor, Ralph Smith.
I am supporting Ralph Smith, for the following reasons:
- Brandon Bell was one of the main supporters of the smoking ban in restaurants. For the record, I don't smoke, and never have, although I have no problem with the habit or those who choose to so indulge. With a toddler usually in tow when I go out to eat, a smoky atmosphere is often reason enough to go somewhere else. If a restaurant owner wants to go completely smoke free, as many around here have, so be it, it should be their personal choice. Read that again. Personal choice, not the government's, and any politician who tries to ram that down a business owner's throat has lost my trust, and by default, my vote.
- I have met Ralph Smith several times. He says what he means, and means what he says. He's a humble, self-deprecating and modest man with an easy smile and an open ear. He's a principled conservative who makes no bones about where he stands, and someone who you respect, and like, instantly.
- Personality aside, I agree with his stands on all of the relevant issues. He's not a professional politician, which I always like (remember "government of the people, for the people"), rather a self-made business man who, like Reagan, believes in small government and fiscal conservatism. Foreign policy opinions are for the most part completely irrelevant to state-level politicians, and I am glad he doesn't waste time holding forth on matters not directly important to the office which he seeks.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_K._Smith
http://www.ralphsmithsenate.com/
Those of you in the 22nd district, make the right choice on Jne 12th.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Finally, sprouts
Finally, I have pumpkin sprouts again, so I am only two weeks behind schedule. I planted the second batch of seeds in three groups of two, so I'm going to give it a few weeks and then pull up the least vigorous pair. The tomato plants I put in are also doing well, but one of the eggplants is probably going to kick the proverbial bucket soon.
US Cavalry is having a Memorial Day sale, 15% with internet code HL15MEM07 at http://www.uscav.com . I've had mixed results with them in the past and they don't get my highest endorsement, but still, savings is savings.
Now that my Detroit Red Wings are out of the playoffs, do I still care who wins the Stanley Cup? No, not really, although I am predicting Ottawa wins in five games. The NHL playoffs are, for my money, some of the most exciting sports to be seen on TV.
US Cavalry is having a Memorial Day sale, 15% with internet code HL15MEM07 at http://www.uscav.com . I've had mixed results with them in the past and they don't get my highest endorsement, but still, savings is savings.
Now that my Detroit Red Wings are out of the playoffs, do I still care who wins the Stanley Cup? No, not really, although I am predicting Ottawa wins in five games. The NHL playoffs are, for my money, some of the most exciting sports to be seen on TV.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
On Finding a Long Lost Friend The Hard Way
The National Law Enforcement Officer's Memorial sits quietly at Judiciary Square in Washington DC, in a dignified yet understated manner befitting the sacrifices it represents. I've been to it a half dozen or so times, and always take a moment to walk quietly around the inside of the low sand-colored walls etched with the names of the fallen. Of the 18,000 or so names, a small handful resonate personally. The rest I consider friends by association, knowing the bond they felt with other officers and the profession.
Yesterday, during an idle moment at work, I was pawing through the latest issue of a trade magazine, something to do with the latest and greatest law enforcement products. I like these magazines, even if they are the printed version of an informercial, if nothing else to have some ideas on hand the next time the budget allows the purchase of new equipment. Towards the end of the magazine, it had a couple pages detailing some of the recently killed officers. I was glancing over the articles, ever curious about the circumstances, when one name jumped out at me.
Callemyn. Officer from Durham, North Carolina. I know that name. Somewhere.
I usually hear rather quickly about an officer down in Virginia and the adjoining states, but for some reason I had missed the news. I shifted in my office chair as I read about how he had died in a patrol car wreck on the way to help another officer. News articles, or any writing for that matter, is usually so sterile that you can't begin to imagine what exactly happened, but for a brief second I pictured him running hot down the road, wishing he could be there quicker to answer his friend's calls. I stopped before I got to the end of that thought. No point, I told myself.
Callemyn. That sounds familiar.
I scratched my head, the checked the online listings at ODMP and NLEOMF, then google'd for the local newspaper.
The face in the photo jumped out at me. I know you, I thought. My mind flashed back to May of 1993, when we were classmates at the School of Infantry, Camp Geiger, North Carolina. We were in different platoons, going through the same session of the 0311 course with Charlie Company, Infantry Training Battalion. Class 14-93, I remembered, another one of those otherwise useless tidbits of information stuck in the back of my mind. I strained to remember him, pondering his easy smile and the friendly southern tilt to his voice. I remember that spring well, days of sweat and grime in the woods as I aproached the ripe old age of 19. After graduation we had gone our separate ways, he to a Security Forces Company in Panama, me to an infantry company. I never saw him again. I may have barely known you, but you're still my friend.
My desk phone rang, shaking me out of my thoughts. My stomach hurt as I scolded myself for not reading the news back in February and wishing I could have been there for the funeral. Police funerals are one of those things where one is too many, and after each time you catch yourself hoping you never have to do it again.
As soon as I got home that night, I ran downstairs to the shelf in my basement where I store some of my old Marine Corps books and equipment. I flipped through my Parris Island graduation book without finding his photo, then vaguely remembered that he had been in another series of platoons that graduated the same time. Parris Island recruit companies ran, at the time I went through, in two series of three platoons each. His platoon 2024 formed a few days before my platoon 2029, so he might have had three days' seniority on me.
I flipped through a binder I had kept from 14-93, hoping to find his name, at the same time wishing I was wrong. Not him, I thought, not my friend. A couple of dozen pages in, I found it. Scribbled on a scrap from a legal pad that had spent much of the last two decades in a ziplock bag was a list, probably a loading order for a truck, 3rd from the top.
Pfc Callemyn.
I looked at the page I printed from ODMP, his photo displaying the same world-weariness every cop seems to have. That's him, I thought.
I folded the paper up and stuffed the binder back on the shelf. I trotted upstairs to my home computer and tried to leave a reflection on the ODMP but couldn't come up with anything that I felt had the requisite dignity and honor. That's a project for another time.
http://www.odmp.org/officer.php?oid=18713
Yesterday, during an idle moment at work, I was pawing through the latest issue of a trade magazine, something to do with the latest and greatest law enforcement products. I like these magazines, even if they are the printed version of an informercial, if nothing else to have some ideas on hand the next time the budget allows the purchase of new equipment. Towards the end of the magazine, it had a couple pages detailing some of the recently killed officers. I was glancing over the articles, ever curious about the circumstances, when one name jumped out at me.
Callemyn. Officer from Durham, North Carolina. I know that name. Somewhere.
I usually hear rather quickly about an officer down in Virginia and the adjoining states, but for some reason I had missed the news. I shifted in my office chair as I read about how he had died in a patrol car wreck on the way to help another officer. News articles, or any writing for that matter, is usually so sterile that you can't begin to imagine what exactly happened, but for a brief second I pictured him running hot down the road, wishing he could be there quicker to answer his friend's calls. I stopped before I got to the end of that thought. No point, I told myself.
Callemyn. That sounds familiar.
I scratched my head, the checked the online listings at ODMP and NLEOMF, then google'd for the local newspaper.
The face in the photo jumped out at me. I know you, I thought. My mind flashed back to May of 1993, when we were classmates at the School of Infantry, Camp Geiger, North Carolina. We were in different platoons, going through the same session of the 0311 course with Charlie Company, Infantry Training Battalion. Class 14-93, I remembered, another one of those otherwise useless tidbits of information stuck in the back of my mind. I strained to remember him, pondering his easy smile and the friendly southern tilt to his voice. I remember that spring well, days of sweat and grime in the woods as I aproached the ripe old age of 19. After graduation we had gone our separate ways, he to a Security Forces Company in Panama, me to an infantry company. I never saw him again. I may have barely known you, but you're still my friend.
My desk phone rang, shaking me out of my thoughts. My stomach hurt as I scolded myself for not reading the news back in February and wishing I could have been there for the funeral. Police funerals are one of those things where one is too many, and after each time you catch yourself hoping you never have to do it again.
As soon as I got home that night, I ran downstairs to the shelf in my basement where I store some of my old Marine Corps books and equipment. I flipped through my Parris Island graduation book without finding his photo, then vaguely remembered that he had been in another series of platoons that graduated the same time. Parris Island recruit companies ran, at the time I went through, in two series of three platoons each. His platoon 2024 formed a few days before my platoon 2029, so he might have had three days' seniority on me.
I flipped through a binder I had kept from 14-93, hoping to find his name, at the same time wishing I was wrong. Not him, I thought, not my friend. A couple of dozen pages in, I found it. Scribbled on a scrap from a legal pad that had spent much of the last two decades in a ziplock bag was a list, probably a loading order for a truck, 3rd from the top.
Pfc Callemyn.
I looked at the page I printed from ODMP, his photo displaying the same world-weariness every cop seems to have. That's him, I thought.
I folded the paper up and stuffed the binder back on the shelf. I trotted upstairs to my home computer and tried to leave a reflection on the ODMP but couldn't come up with anything that I felt had the requisite dignity and honor. That's a project for another time.
http://www.odmp.org/officer.php?oid=18713
Sunday, May 20, 2007
On sprouts, air rifles, and Colonel Jessup
No pumpkin sprouts yet, although judging by the germination rates they should be coming up literally any day yet. I weeded, fertilized with a healthy dose of MiracleGrow, and mowed around the patch.
On the bright side, the sunflower seeds that I planted have come up and really taken off. Well, at least the ones that survived the birds. I put in two rows of about 30, and I think I'll be lucky to see maybe ten between them. I've been daydreaming about getting an air rifle...maybe this one - Cabela's has pretty good prices.
"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand at post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."
On the bright side, the sunflower seeds that I planted have come up and really taken off. Well, at least the ones that survived the birds. I put in two rows of about 30, and I think I'll be lucky to see maybe ten between them. I've been daydreaming about getting an air rifle...maybe this one - Cabela's has pretty good prices.
http://www.gamousa.com//Catalog.aspx?Product=136
One of my favorite movies of all time, and not that I am any sort of Tom Cruise fan, is "A Few Good Men". I saw this flick in the theaters a month or so before I left for Parris Island in 1992, and frankly it scared the hell out of me. Thankfully, Hollywood is Hollywood, and as such there are some brilliant lines in there, most notably Col Jessup (Jack Nicholson)'s court room tirade."Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand at post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Adventures with the PS90
During a rare idle moment at the gun store this morning, I had a chance to handle one of the Fabrique Nationale PS90 carbines we recently got in. For those unfamiliar with the PS90, it's a relatively new (introduced to the US civilian market in December 2005) carbine that fires FN's proprietary 5.7x28 cartridge.
We have a couple in the store now, one with the permanently attached MC-10-80 scope, and two of the tri-rail versions (PS90TR), which come sightless but beg for an Aimpoint or EoTech. Being a bit of an EoTech fan myself, I put an EoTech 512 (AA batteries, no nightvision capability) on it. In my humble opinion, the TR is the way to go. I honestly had a very hard time seeing the 10-80 reticle, and I like the flexibility of being able to pick my optics. It's almost as hard to see as in this picture:
Cool little gun, one of the guys at the store has one that he promises I can shoot any time. I have also been hearing rumblings that importation of the PS90 and its companion pistol, the FiveSeven, may be shut down in the not-so-distant future. Nothing like a little fear to spur some buying...
We have a couple in the store now, one with the permanently attached MC-10-80 scope, and two of the tri-rail versions (PS90TR), which come sightless but beg for an Aimpoint or EoTech. Being a bit of an EoTech fan myself, I put an EoTech 512 (AA batteries, no nightvision capability) on it. In my humble opinion, the TR is the way to go. I honestly had a very hard time seeing the 10-80 reticle, and I like the flexibility of being able to pick my optics. It's almost as hard to see as in this picture:
Cool little gun, one of the guys at the store has one that he promises I can shoot any time. I have also been hearing rumblings that importation of the PS90 and its companion pistol, the FiveSeven, may be shut down in the not-so-distant future. Nothing like a little fear to spur some buying...
Friday, May 18, 2007
Cool link of the day
Guy shooting a series of watermelons using a .500S&W revolver. I have never fired one of these, but they seem to sell pretty well at the gun store where I work part-time.
The video is a complete hoot, check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoW8nHIVuRk&mode=related&search=
The video is a complete hoot, check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoW8nHIVuRk&mode=related&search=
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