On Hold.

On Hold.

Hi.

Ummn, yeah, this is where the content should be, but I spent the weekend at a class instead, and now I gotta write up a report on the darn thing for the NRA, so, um, see you tomorrow, okay?


It’s over.

Go home.

Go.

Bhow bhow. Chick. Chicka chicka. 

Urban Grey Man

Urban Grey Man

I see this all the time, especially at our local Wal-Mart. Sum dood wearing a gun-related hat and Mossy Oak t-shirt with a silk screen on it that loudly proclaims his love to all around him for the 2nd amendment. If he’s carrying, he’s carrying so well that he’s not printing, and he walks up to the sporting goods counter and talks about his shooting exploits to everyone there.

… and then buys one 50 round box of .40 or .45 (Never 9mm. Never, ever 9mm.).

Meanwhile, lil’ ol’ me in my polo shirt and khakis smiles quietly, noticing that a good portion of the gun-related books for sale at the gun counter were authored by friends of mine…

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.

I like the article I wrote for Ricochet on choosing a firearms trainer, but the picture used to accompany the article is not the most… clueful of shots.

The nuances of what makes a good concealed carry rig can be hard to determine, and what’s worse, that was actually one of the better images that my editor had to choose from on Shutterstock.com, as I will now demonstrate.

Caw Of Duty

Caw Of Duty

I got nothing of any consequence today (Hey, even Babe Ruth struck out every once in a while).

I did make an appearance on the Radio Deplorable podcast earlier this week, talking about how the culture around guns has changed over the last dozen or so years, and how bump stocks might have actually made the shooting in Vegas a little less horrid than it might have been.

Go listen, and be sure to come back on Monday.

Magpul Dynamics... sorta.