Chicks and guns
This story, again: Women, girls taking up guns, shooting in higher numbers
Her new column looks at gun control in the Obama budget:
Now Mr. Obama is proposing to remove that provision from the 2013 spending bill, thus making it legal to revive gun-walking operations in the future. The White House justification is merely that the prohibition is “not necessary.”
Taking injured vets hog hunting.
Speaking of, I’d like to try that. Anyone local do any of that?
Trouble with that approach is you have no grassroots.
Student robbed and shot in leg at TN State University. This could not have happened, they ban guns there.
The rules make no sense but we must blindly follow them:
So the bottom line is that if I remove the doors from the shed I can store 18,000 pounds of explosives. If I put the doors on I can only store 50 pounds.
It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s just a government rule.
Libertarians push helmet law repeal. The opening paragraph is a riot:
The helmet on Barry Cassetty’s head saved him from death or disability when an SUV pulled out in front of his 2008 Harley-Davidson Screamin’ Eagle Ultra Classic last summer.
You see, that anecdote proves the state should force you to wear a helmet because those unmanned SUVs just pull out in front of people all by their own selves.
A Knoxville man determined to fight his misdemeanor arrest last year on principle now has abandoned the court case as impractical.
His crime, it seems, was contempt of cop.
Got home yesterday. Proceeded to eat every thing in sight. All is good in my nethers and I feel fine other than a bit of nausea. Worst part of the whole ordeal is drinking the second batch of Suprep. The first wasn’t so bad since I didn’t know what to expect. I just chugged all 16 ounces easy. The second one was harder since I knew exactly how bad it tasted. I couldn’t just chug it and it took four attempts. That stuff is pretty amazing. Started working in less than ten minutes. The second worst part was a few hours after the second dose when I actually started feeling like I could eat. I was starving and couldn’t eat. The bathroom trips were only mildly uncomfortable. The procedure was nothing. Run an IV, dope you up and it’s lights out. Wake up later feeling fine and full of air. They pump air in your innards so they can look around. So your body is an orchestra for a few hours.
Oh and I’ve come up with a new law: The more embarrassing the prescription you drop off at the pharmacy, the hotter the pharmacy technician will be.
Oh like I had a shot.
177.5 pounds. 6 pounds in about 36 hours. Thought I’d be more full of it.
Workplace shooting sprees don’t last nearly as long when everyone in the office has a gun on their hip.
Or even just when one person is armed.
Not feeling it today. Overall, not as bad as anticipated but unpleasant enough. I don’t think two doses were necessary but I guess the doc knows better. Second dose is worse because you know what it tastes like. First was an easy chug. Second one was a bit of a struggle.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date.
Time to crime: 10 minutes. Wow
Do you know how many flavors of jello that aren’t red or purple don’t suck? None.
Took the kids to the water park this weekend. On the way back, we stopped at a Mexican joint where I got a big sandwich called La Cubana. It was huge. Full of shredded pork, cheese, bacon, avocado, seasoned mayo, and lots of other goodies. And it was huge. I couldn’t finish it. Junior kept eyeballing it and was bored of her wings so I gave her a big slice. Later, she got hungry and asked for the sandwich and the Mrs. heated it up for her.
I’m sitting at the bar in the kitchen surfing the internets when I hear some stumbling behind me. I turn around and see Junior and she’s terrified and not making a sound. There’s a bit of sandwich on the floor. She’s choking. I leap from the stool, position myself behind her, and administer the Heimlich maneuver. One thrust and a big chunk of shredded pork hurtles out of her mouth and lands about three feet away. I ask her if she can talk. She says yes. I ask if she’s OK. She says yes but she’s scared. I give her a hug and tell her she’ll be OK.
As I mentioned once before when my kid’s life was in danger and I had to react, time just stood still. It lasted a few seconds but it seemed forever. I was quite deliberate, making sure to mentally note that stuff I’ve learned in various CPR and first aid classes. I was deliberate in placing my hands in such a manner as not to break her ribs. And had the presence of mind to hear the sound of the food leaving her mouth and knowing to stop. It was a pretty bizarre experience.
After, came the what ifs, mostly from the Mrs. What if I had been downstairs or in the shower or just not in the room. I reviewed some stuff with Junior (like the universal sign for choking) and if it happens again to come get me as fast as she can. I also told her she needed to chew her food more, especially meats.
She doesn’t want any more of that sandwich.
The TMI post
Getting ready for tomorrow’s procedure. And this is gonna suck. Clear liquids and my quick access pants. Stocked up on supplies:
The man, in his 30s and of Moroccan descent, was nabbed following a lengthy investigation by the FBI, initiated after he expressed interest in conducting an attack. It’s unclear how the FBI learned of his aspirations.
The man thought undercover FBI agents assisting him in his plot were associates of Al Qaeda.Shown here is the alley near Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C., where a man was arrested on his way, authorities said, to conduct what he thought was a suicide attack on the Capitol.
When he was arrested Friday in Washington, he was carrying with him a vest supposedly packed with explosives, but the material inside was not actually dangerous, Fox News was told.
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