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Alan Gura – victory

Big DC win

In light of Heller, McDonald, and their progeny, there is no longer any basis on which this Court can conclude that the District of Columbia’s total ban on the public carrying of ready-to-use handguns outside the home is constitutional under any level of scrutiny. Therefore, the Court finds that the District of Columbia’s complete ban on the carrying of handguns in public is unconstitutional. Accordingly, the Court grants Plaintiffs’ motion for summary judgment and enjoins Defendants from enforcing the home limitations of D.C. Code § 7-2502.02(a)(4) and enforcing D.C. Code § 22-4504(a) unless and until such time as the District of Columbia adopts a licensing mechanism consistent with constitutional standards enabling people to exercise their Second Amendment right to bear arms.4 Furthermore, this injunction prohibits the District from completely banning the carrying of handguns in public for self-defense by otherwise qualified non-residents based solely on the fact that they are not residents of the District.


DC law that was voided

the pertinent part is:

(4) Pistol not validly registered to the current registrant in the District prior to September 24, 1976, except that the prohibition on registering a pistol shall not apply to:

(A) Any organization that employs at least one commissioned special police officer or other employee licensed to carry a firearm and that arms the employee with a firearm during the employee’s duty hours;

(B) A police officer who has retired from the Metropolitan Police Department;

(C) Any person who seeks to register a pistol for use in self-defense within that person’s home; or

(D) A firearms instructor, or an organization that employs a firearms instructor, for the purpose of conducting firearms training.

Voiding this portion would allow for self-defense use outside of the home.  The way our legal system works, when there is no law forbidding an action; that action is legal and defensible against authority.  That is how many states are Open Carry states.  No law against it, makes it legal and permissible.

An even better voiding

No person shall carry within the District of Columbia either openly or concealed on or about their person, a pistol, or any deadly or dangerous weapon capable of being so concealed. Whoever violates this section shall be punished as provided in § 22-4515, except that:

edited for brevity

if this is voided, it pretty much puts DC in the condition of Constitutional Carry.  As of last night, DC has better carry laws (lack of) then Texas, Florida and Arizona.  Now I am not driving up to DC to Open Carry down Pennsylvania Avenue today.  I really can’t afford the test case legal fees or the potential bullet holes in my chest from DCPD.  But, technically this is completely legal, right now.

I fully expect the DC legislative goons to enact some emergency provision to shut this down around 9am Monday morning.  However, the judge specifically stated DC must enact a Constitutionally acceptable method of allowing for CCW and Constitutional Carry is in effect until they do.  This will likely result in a knee jerk reaction the the DC kleptocrats that includes extensive and expensive training programs, extremely long wait times, “good character” limitations and specific narrow limits on which firearms are “safe enough to carry”, possibly even regulations of ammunition that is “safe enough to carry”.

Even though this would seem like a loss to our side, in the long run such defensive actions should result in an even larger / more explicit win for us.  We will get injunctions, we will get further definition from the court, we will have sympathetic people whose right is adversely affected and Scotus will be forced to more narrowly define the “reasonable restrictions” of Heller.  We should be able to effectively revoke “poll taxes”, character checks and all other effective bans on the poor and not politically connected from receiving a carry permit.

Thank you Alan Gura and SAF for all your help in securing our RKBA as written.




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Why green energy when this? (Click here)

Please help me to understand why we “invested” roughly $90 Billion dollars in green energy initiatives under the Obama administration.  You know such rousing successes as Soylent Green – I mean Solyndra, Abound Solar, A123 Systems…

I ask this because we have a group (in the above link) that thinks they have cracked the code on turning Natural Gas into

GASOLINE.  Please read the article, but I will give you a teaser.  The crude oil base for the gasoline costs roughly $100 per barrel.  The equivalent amount of natural gas costs $20 per barrel.  That is 1/5 the price for the same amount of gasoline producing product.  There are costs to the process, costs for this and that.  We are still talking roughly HALF price gas (before taxes). 

Anyone interested in sub $2.00 per gallon gasoline?  Anyone?

Actually, I already understand the answer to my opening line. 

Payola for campaign contributions

$8 per gallon gas slows global warming or something

$8 per gallon gas definitely removes freedom and power from the CITIZENS …

Coal is evil – you though I would forget that one.  Causes asthma, shingle, rosacea on Al Gore’s face and West Virginia to have JOBS.

And the almighty reason of feeling good for doing something (ineffectual) to save mother gaia.



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January 21, 2014 · 20:02

Welcome to a Freer America Sean (Click here)

Sean Hannity finally takes the plunge.

Although I do feel a little bit of sorrow for the few staff members who will lose their jobs, that is tempered by the fact that they are choosing to stay a slave in that state when given the choice to move to citizenship in a freedom loving state.

To Sean.  Its about time.  Florida and Texas a great places.  I chose Florida, but either choice is a much better one than the crumbling (former) Empire State.  And yes I know from direct (+/- 10 years NYC) experience.

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January 21, 2014 · 08:56

Schadenfreude – ACA vs Illinois CCW (click here)

In two months of Illinois obamacare enrollment, +/-7200 people enrolled.

In ONE DAY, +/- 4500 people signed up for the Illinois Carry Permit.


I really don’t think I need to add anything else that that.  Self explanatory.

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January 7, 2014 · 11:05

24″ White Oaks Armament AR upper vs GA deer

Dec 2013 9 pt

For all of you who decide to bitch because I shot a deer with a .223,  BACK OF THE BUS and shut up.

For the record, Georgia allows the use of .223 for hunting deer.  I used a heavy for caliber bullet.  I purchased two 5 round magazines to make my AR legal for hunting in GA.  I had a 3×9 scope mounted as well as a 2×4 bolted into the wall of my blind for a rest.

Aside from wanting to shoot a deer with an AR, I also wanted to do a lethality test of the Berger 77gr OTM bullet.  I hit the deer just below the spine, just above and behind the front right shoulder blade.  The deer did not take another step.  It dropped like a watermelon off the tailgate, no bounce, no kick, no nothing.  So much nothing, there wasn’t even any blood.  Yes, you heard me right, there was no blood on the entry side and no exit wound.  If I had not stone dropped the deer, it would have been near impossible to track.

From a lethality perspective, these bullets rock.  From a blood trail sense, these bullets suck.  So from my data point of one (which is somewhat equal to an anecdote), these are not the best hunting bullets.  In the home defense or anti-zombie role, I would not hesitate for a second.

The White Oaks Armament upper worked like a champ.  I did some quick load testing using AA 2520 powder.  Max load is 25.5gr.  I backed that down to a max of 25.4 and dropped 0.1 gr each for 6 test loads.  Beginning with 24.9gr and checking for accuracy and overpressure at each level.  Both 25.2 and 25.4 tested at roughly the same accuracy with no signs of over pressure.  The 25.2 load had 5 rounds in 3/4″ with the 25.4 load in just under 1″ at 100 yds.  I went with the 25.2gr load both for better accuracy and lower pressure / safety margin.  This was with zero effort into adjusting bullet length etc.  I went with magazine length minus .01″ for reliable feeding.  I was really happy to have that degree of accuracy with such little load testing.  The deer was not so happy.

For those of you who are not aware of the drill.  My scale, my gun, my brass, my powder are all different than yours.  Do not use my powder amount or anything else without working up to them using the proper manner.  You have been warned and I take no responsibility for your silliness.

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Duck Commander

I stand with Phil Robertson.

I don’t watch the show, but I admire his business acumen, I admire his dedication to principle and to family.

But most importantly, I stand with Phil because Voltaire:

 I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.  most likely a paraphrase

Monsieur l’abbé, I detest what you write, but I would give my life to make it possible for you to continue to write.

     Voltaire, letter to M. le Riche, February 6, 1770

Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so too.

     Voltaire, Essay on Tolerance


I also admire the members of the gay community who have come out and basically said the same thing as Voltaire.  They KNOW they are going to receive a giant backlash from the diversity / tolerance crowd, but they stood up for RIGHT anyway.


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The Pussificati…

The Pussification of the Western Male — an Essay by Kim du Toit

We have become a nation of women.

It wasn’t always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn’t sign the document.

There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like “You all can go to hell. I’m going to Texas.” (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.

There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President’s daughter’s singing.

We’re not like that anymore.

Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of “good guy vs. bad guy” that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

Now, men are taught that violence is bad—that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to “give him what he wants”, instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

Now, men’s fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.

Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.

And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like “swaggering”, “macho” and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, “cowboy”. Of course he was bound to get that reaction—and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male pussification Over There is almost complete.

How did we get to this?

In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn’t always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.

But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media—and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more “protective” (ie. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase “s”) social security.

I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don’t care a fig.

What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

I’m going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball—perhaps the beginning of the trend—BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: “Wait until your father gets home!”).

From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

Now, for those who haven’t seen this piece of schit, I’m going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?
Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that’s good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that.
LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?
Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.
Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

What Dad should have replied to Mommy’s little dig: Yes, Sally, that’s true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.

That’s what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that.

But that’s not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and fuck his secretary, who doesn’t try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He’ll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.

When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society.

Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.

But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, and power tools—all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

And it doesn’t take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened: for instance, when Tim Allen’s excellent comedy routine on being a man is reduced to a fucking sitcom called Home Improvement. The show should have been called Man Improvement, because that’s what every single plotline entailed: turning a man into a “better” person, instead of just leaving him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped watching the show after about four episodes.

(“The Man Show” was better, at least for the first season—men leering at chicks, men fucking around with ridiculous games like “pin the bra on the boobies”, men having beer-drinking competitions, and women on trampolines. Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I don’t watch it anymore, either, because it’s plain that the idea has been subverted by girly-men, and turned into a parody of itself.)

Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the homo Bravo Channel, this piece of excrement has taken over the popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful South Park episode which took it apart for the bullschit it is).

I’m sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of homosexuals trying to “improve” ordinary men into something “better” (ie. more acceptable to women): changing the guy’s clothes, his home decor, his music—for fuck’s sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to change his life around?

Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that’s normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That’s the natural order of things.

You know the definition of homosexual men we used in Chicago? “Men with small dogs who own very tidy apartments.”

Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.

Women own lapdogs.

Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned—they’d ban boxing too, if they could—because it’s “mean and cruel”. No shit, Shirley. Hell, I don’t like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don’t have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it.

My website has become fairly popular with men, and in the beginning, this really surprised me, because I didn’t think I was doing anything special.

That’s not what I think now. I must have had well over five thousand men write to me to say stuff like “Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert atrocity of choice], but I thought I was the only one.”

No, you’re not alone, my friends, and nor am I.

Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We’re sick of being made figures of fun and ridicule; we’re sick of having girly-men like journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on “what is a man”; we’re sick of women treating us like children, and we’re really fucking sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles, smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women, shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.

When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men’s PGA tour, all the men should have refused to play—Vijay Singh was the only one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for being a “chauvinist”. Bullshit. He wasn’t a chauvinist, he was being a man. All the rest of the players—Woods, Mickelson, the lot—are girls by comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn’t an American, nor a European, which is probably why he still has a pair hanging between his legs, and they’re not hanging on the wall as his wife’s trophy.

Fuck this, I’m sick of it.

I don’t see why I should put up with this bullshit any longer—hell, I don’t see why any man should put up with this bullshit any longer.

I don’t see why men should have become feminized, except that we allowed it to happen—and you know why we let it happen? Because it’s damned easier to do so. Unfortunately, we’ve allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has become too pussified for words.

At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, “…and I don’t know if we’ll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the cultural zeitgeist of men as girls has become part of the social fabric, and there’s not much we can do about it.”

But I’m not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a real man and not a fucking woman): “Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?”

Well, I’m not going to quit. Fuck that. One of the characteristics of the non-pussified man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming. Omaha Beach, guys.

I want a real man as President—not Al Gore, who had to hire a consultant to show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to “prove” to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don’t have to do that shit.

And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like Rumsfeld, and Ashcroft, and yes, Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those asswipes Colin Powell and Norman Mineta).

I want our government to be more like Dad—kind, helpful, but not afraid to punish us when we fuck up, instead of helping us excuse our actions.

I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and “Mommy Knows Best What’s Good For You” regulations.

I want our culture to become more male—and not the satirical kind of male, like The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, Van Damme or Schwartzenegger. (Note to the Hollywood execs: We absolutely fucking loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine jive. We want more John Waynes, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint Eastwoods. Never mind that it’s simplistic— we like simple, we are simple, we are men—our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way. We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have cut out all the female parts, and it still would have been a great movie, because it was about Real Men. Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody Allen movie—you’d end up with the opening and closing credits.)

I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn’t buy “self-help” books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing improvement or how to disassemble a fucking Browning BAR. We don’t improve ourselves, we improve our stuff.

And finally, I want men everywhere to going back to being Real Men. To open doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk occasionally and, in the words of Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real Men: “to ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth.”

In every sense of the word. We know what the word “is” means.

Because that’s all that being a Real Man involves. You don’t have to become a fucking cartoon male, either: I’m not going back to stoning women for adultery like those Muslim assholes do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those fucking [bleep]—they wouldn’t last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).

Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?

It’s a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose.

Because only the strong men propagate.

And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in a naval aviator’s uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most beautiful pussy available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could fuck 90% of all women over 50 if he wanted to, and a goodly portion of younger ones too.

And he won’t. Because Rummy’s been married to the same woman for fifty years, and he wouldn’t toss that away for a quickie. He’s a Real Man. No wonder the Euros hate and fear him.

We’d better get more like him, we’d better become more like him, because if we don’t, men will become a footnote to history.

Some one asked me recently, “why are you so obstinate?”

The very long winded answer, in part, is the quote written above.  The essay was written by a former blogger that had a way with words that I hope to emulate when I grow up.  His name is Kim du Toit.  I wish he still shared his wisdom and writings with the rest of us.

The shorter answer, I have always had  a slightly broken give a damn.  That lack of a give a damn has only gotten worse as I have gotten older / more jaded / more cynical.  But the real reason my give a damn is being shredded is things like the “neutering” of male children by the school system, the gutting of Judeo-Christian basis of our Republic via the the bastardized version of the First Amendment currently in vogue and the general malaise liberalism has inflicted on our fading nation.

Fair warning, obstinate actions are the precursors to rebellious action.  I am far from the first or the most obstinate person out there.  There are many of us.  A mere 3% of the population becoming obstinate will call immeasurable problems.

my apologies if the is not a verbatim copy of the original essay. I can not access the original source and my person copy died with a former computer. This copy had to be unpussified (unbleeped) by me.

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December 12, 2013 · 14:34