war on photography
Miami cops allegedly point guns and demand a camera from someone filming them. Then smash a cell phone camera. The police managed to shoot 4 bystanders. No wonder they don’t want the video out.
Miami cops allegedly point guns and demand a camera from someone filming them. Then smash a cell phone camera. The police managed to shoot 4 bystanders. No wonder they don’t want the video out.
11 year-old McKenzie at the range:
I love this country. Some times.
A man accidentally shoots himself in the leg. Twice. Really? Twice?
So, Jihad Joe gets on the internet and tells Al Qaeda followers in the US that they can go right to the gun show and buy fully automatic weapons with no ID or background checks. It’s like they’re getting their info from the press or something. Generally, no you can’t do that. And after about one minute of research, the press and Jihad Joe would know that.
All part of a larger plan to dupe the gullible in power?
Went to the Glock Sport Shooting Foundation match today (more on the match later) and had two interesting experiences. Glenn was there to do a show for Instavision and I got to play cameraman. After filming a brief intro, a Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency employee came up and asked us what we were doing. We told him, mentioned that GSSF said it was OK. He told us that filming was not allowed unless you had permission from Nashville, whatever that means. He was sure to point out that, while it was Glock’s shoot, he and the state bureaucracy were in charge.
Then he asks me if my holstered gun was loaded. I affirm that it is because it’s pointless to carry a gun if it’s unloaded. He tells me there’s a sign at the front that says no carrying loaded weapons. I missed it, apparently. Silly me, thinking that at a shooting range, competing in a shooting event that it was OK to carry a gun. What was I thinking?
Otherwise, I had a good time. GSSF is a great event to shoot. More on that later.
My trend of bad experiences at that range continues.
Update: To be clear, this was not GSSF’s doing. As always, they ran a great match. They rent the facility from the state and the state enforces their silly range rules. Another rule is all shooting at their open to the public range is from the bench, which kind of stinks for handguns.
Judge rules: red light cameras carry two different penalities and thus violate the Equal Protection Clause. It’s not hard to imagine lawyers are scrambling all over the nation on this one, so the police cannot ticket.
Looks like Knoxville should be sued too.
By Apple, who thinks it’s a good idea to patent allowing their cameras to be disabled by transmitters.
Kevin in comments at Tam’s about the ammo girls:
The thing I enjoyed about the “ammo waitresses” as they’ve been referred to, was watching them shoot many of the weapons. One of the physically smallest of them sat down behind the BAR and ripped off a full magazine, and then got up with a smile that wrapped around her entire head.
This!
At the LuckyGunner shoot, they had ammo girls. You could give the ammo girls an order for ammo and they would bring it to you*. It was a good idea in that folks could do more shooting and less ammo hauling. But does having ammo girls perpetuate the myth that gun ownership and shooting are only a guy thing? Possibly. A more tragic impact would be if this actually repelled women from the shooting sports.
Tam: had the “ammo waitresses” been wearing khakis and polo shirts, all we’d be discussing right now is what a neat idea the “menus” were.
I think so.
* Anyone who’s met me knows I can’t sit still so I fetched my own ammo it’s just how I am.
The city of Chicago must pay both Gura and the NRA for attorney fees that resulted from the McDonald case. And, seriously NRA, if you’re gonna ride the coattails of SAF and Gura, try giving some credit.
1. U.S. Defense Department shipments to Latin America, known and tracked by the U.S. State Department as “foreign military sales.”
2. Weapons ordered by the Mexican government, tracked by the State Department as “direct commercial sales.”
3. Aging, but plentiful arsenals of military weapon stores in Honduras, Guatemala and Nicaragua.
And they rightly note that, despite what the press and the anti-gunners (but I repeat myself), you cannot go to a gun show and buy grenades and machine guns.
Dave Kopel notes a San Diego case before the ninth circuit challenging Cali’s odd carry laws.
A gun oil that contains 13% liquefied pig fat. Because, apparently, Jihadis don’t like that.
More like road annoyance.
Tam has it. The utter cluelessness of people on the road is mind-numbing. They pay no attention to their surroundings once they get in that big chunk of metal. My recent road annoyance involves a Harley Davidson. I’m not bashing Harley riders. The only problem with them is the same problem with people in four wheel vehicles: about 70% of them are stupid.
I was on the interstate, in the right lane about to make my exit. At the last minute, a guy on a Harley in the left lane (going slow, natch) decides he has to get off right now and whips right over in front of me. Going slower than me. Forget the general dickheaded nature of such a move and focus on the stupidity of it. If I’m not paying attention and hit you, all I’m going to need is some touch up paint and a new windshield. You on the motorcycle are probably going to be paste. When he got in front of me, I eased up on the gas so as not to have to buy a new windshield.
Apparently, the guy was upset that I didn’t lock up the breaks to ensure proper following distance. I was slowing down but still too close to him for his taste. After all, he did pull in front of me. I annoyed him so much he decided to teach me a lesson by revving his loud Harley motor at me to show me he meant business, or something. Meh. No big deal. We continue on our way. And start approaching a red light.
Then, I have evil thoughts. And whip around the guy ensuring that, at the light, he would be behind me. I watched in the mirror, making sure he got good and settled a few feet from my bumper. Then I had my fun and let loose with three hundred thirty something horse power at about 7k RPMs of rice burning fury. He was about startled off his bike. And was cussing. Don’t dish it out if you don’t like it.
I laughed all the way home.
Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.
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