Snippet for April 3, 2018

Kith and Kin Everywhere on this April 3, 2018,

We have in our "arsenal" rifles made as long ago as in 1907 or 111 years ago that liberals, using their own ignorance about firearms, would label "assault rifles."

They are detachable magazine-fed, semi-automatics just like the AR-15s, the object of the gun control crowd.  Except!!!!  They shoot a humongous bullet that would knock a deer on its keister.  They are not nearly as light nor as ergonomic to handle as a black AR-15.  Now would the anti-gun crowd call that century-old Winchester an assault rifle?

Marlene has an AR-15 that she had built for an NRA match called "NRA High Power Sporting Rifle."  Folks who get to see it marvel at its beauty with a wooden buttstock, the whole gun being powder-coated in red, white and blue.  Although it has a 30-shot magazine, it was made for a high degree of accuracy.  Indeed, her first 3 shots after breaking in the barrel cut one ragged hole when fired at 100 yards using 69-grain Sierra MatchKing bullets.

Let's knock off this johnny-come-lately label of "assault rifle" to describe the handy, but not pretty to behold, AR-15.  Anyone using one of our 1907-made rifles would not simply wound folks, but seriously would eliminate them, just as they were designed to shoot big varmints like feral hogs and bad guys.  Therefore, don't believe the idiot media folks who bloviate about things they know not.

Instead, you might ask that the old Master Chief Gunner's Mate . . . capisce?

The crew of PT658 up Portland way are working to get Lars Larson to interview me during our trip up there over Fleet Week the first week in June.  The gist of which will be to raise funds to help operate and maintain the boat.  We'll let you know.

And while we were on the subject of guns, the little kids posing as dupes for Progressive ant-gunners are showing their lack of understanding of the NRA and the 2nd Amendments, just as the John Dewey-school of left-wing teachers hoped.

Finally, on March 30, our mercury nestled closer to 90°, the temperature that begins to thaw the frozen muscles of 90+ year olds!  It felt so good!  How we will rejoice when the triple digits arrive -- the kind of weather we both enjoy.

Easter is a special anniversary in our lives, so we were going for Greek cuisine at Niko's to celebrate.  Closed for Easter -- opted for the usual Golden Corral -- ho-hum!  Huge crowd to highlight its popularity in our town.  Steak and shrimp.  Munch!

It was also a special day for son Jeff and family as they scheduled a move into their new home with a barn for all of the cars, a pond and on 4 acres plus.

We cleaned the trees of kumquats as far as the ladder allowed dehydrated them to enjoy all year in salads and casseroles.  While carrying the ladder from the back to the front and into the garage, I spied fornication in progress!!!!  Yes, the roadrunners were creating a new couple of chicks right there in the front yard in front of me.

Allowing him to finish before I walked on, he presented her with a bug of some type as her reward -- or was it payment?  On our way to Easter dinner, she got nailed again right at our mailbox.

Those two birds are providing so much pleasure for us, too.  Hardee will come up between my legs as I feed him meatballs, but Babe prefers hers on the patio wall.  She, too, comes within inches of my face to grab her snack from atop the wall.

So much for April Fool's Day.

And now it's Tuesday, April 3.  Debbie is swiftly cleaning up after us as she does every other Tuesday.  All remains well in the desert.

Our blog is quiet with only one commenting on our Snippets and our ruminations, so I would guess that most of Jack's Pack just can't quite figure out blogspot.com.


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