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New to The Usual Suspects:

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Anyone reading my blog for a period of time knows that I live and die by Politics. Sure, I occasionally skew out onto some tangents now and then, but I deal with some State of Fornicalia issues and, primarily, into larger overarching federal, economic and social issues.

My “The Usual Suspects” blogroll, therefore, reflects my Conservative political bent.

With this exclusive exception: I’d like to introduce my readership to Alaska Steve’s “A Sense Of Place” blog, and thusly kindly insert his site into my personal U.S. blogroll. Steve’s site is only the second non-political blog (like BWH) introduced into my blogroll. That in and of itself bespeaks volumes.


And here’s how I found his blog: some recent issues had me staying at home for a while, so I managed to escape a bit into television and, by this venue, I found a real enjoyment in the Discovery Channel’s Deadliest Catch. I got all caught up in crab fishing, Dutch Harbor, crab boats, Unalaska, the fisheries, the hard work, the Bering Sea, the controversy, the challenges, the independence of and nature of those who choose that life.

I found Steve’s blog in this fashion. And Alaska Steve is the Real Deal: an articulate blogger actually living in Unalaska, near Dutch Harbor, and a hard-working fisherman to boot.

As he writes on his blog masthead: “Finding peace and new life on Unalaska Island.” And his masthead photo: absolutely beautiful.

A wonderful bonus that I particularly appreciate: each and every photograph portrayed on his blog is a treasure in and of itself, taken with great care by Steve himself.

Alaska Steve may not know this, but his blog is a centering calm in a storm of reality.

Please, welcome Alaska Steve aboard, and visit his blog frequently.

BZ

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State of Fornicalia:

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This is how Fornicalia politicans (a state where the Demorats are clearly in control and our Gov. Schwarzenegger is an obvious RINO) feel compelled to handle the current plight of the Ship Of State.

BZ

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The City of Vallejo is currently bankrupt. The City of Berkeley is on its way. Colfax had to disincorporate. Compton had to disincorporate. Rio Vista had to disincorporate. And yet my State of Fornicalia politicians are spending more freely than ever before.
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Still A Guy

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In recent reflection of not only the pussification of America but the world as well, I happened recently to chance upon a country music station broadcasting out of Sacramento. I heard a song by Brad Paisley entitled “I’m Still A Guy” and, I must admit, in consideration of the state of this nation, I thought the lyrics were appropriate for reproduction here:
“I’m Still A Guy”

When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnic
And I see a large mouth up under that log
You’re probably thinking that you’re going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up but no matter what
I’m still a guy

When you see a priceless French painting
I see a drunk, naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I’d like to give it a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain’t proud of
And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I’m still a guy

I’ll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

I can hear you now talking to your friends
Saying, “Yeah girls he’s come a long way”
From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club

And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I’m still a guy

I’ll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

These days there’s dudes getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can’t grip a tacklebox

With all of these men lining up to get neutered
It’s hip now to be feminized
I don’t highlight my hair
I’ve still got a pair
Yeah honey, I’m still a guy

Oh my eyebrows ain’t plucked
There’s a gun in my truck
Oh thank God, I’m still a guy
Thank God I’m still “kickin’ it Old School.” I don’t always agree with my woman. I’m not a carpet. Too much detail drives me crazy. I like action movies. Football season arrives for a reason. I like beer; life is too short for cheap beer. I open the door for my wife. I kiss her and I hold her hand in public because I’m proud she’s with me. I know how to cook, how to vacuum, how to do wash, I’m independent. I decorated my own house and I’m clean. Matter of fact I’m infinitely cleaner than my first wife and my last girlfriend. I don’t read female authors because they don’t write for me. I like guns because they’re fun and they make people uncomfortable and because I believe in the Second Amendment. I didn’t make my fiance my wife because I had to; I made her my wife because I chose to. I don’t like parties. I don’t dance. I couldn’t much care less about socializing just to socialize. I don’t speak much unless it’s required. People who talk on and on are stupid and insecure.

And those are just a few reasons I’m glad to be a Guy.

BZ

P.S.
Hmm. Maybe I should listen to more country music.
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These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

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Over the years I’ve had the pleasure of carrying a large number of handguns on duty and off duty, from S&W Models 28 & 29 to Series 80 Colt .45s. I have also had the pleasure of being the Sergeant Rangemaster to my department’s 2,000+ officers, as well as its current EVOC Supervisor.

My three favorite handguns (as pictured) include my first-ever wheelgun and two semi-autos, all of which I still own.

At this point my department only allows the Sig Sauer semi-auto system to be carried, in .40, .45 and 9mm calibres (with the .380 reserved for Exec and Management Staff). Approved models include the P220, P226, P229 and P232.

Top:

Colt Python, .357 calibre, 4″ bbl, blued
My favorite rollergun, I carried this weapon first as a Reserve Deputy Sheriff in 1975 for a number of years until I acquired the Chrome Bumper (no longer owned), which was a 6″ bbl Colt Python slathered with liberal doses of pimp-chrome. Reserves were not supposed to carry a long-barreled handgun but, for whatever reason, no one objected. I also carried the 4″ Python for a short time when I worked for the FBI.

Ah, memories: for years my department’s officers only shot wadcutters for qualifications. One day in the late ’70s a clear-thinking Rangemaster postulated: “Hey, since we shoot factory rounds in the street and not wadcutters, perhaps we should qualify with factory rounds?” Imagine the chagrin of some officers who lost their vision during night-quals due to the bloom from a Full Chat .357 round! Some officers who’d never had to fire a factory round in the street were shocked — shocked — that the Full Chat .357 round was a wrist-wrencher! Makes me giggle.

Middle:

Sig Sauer P220, .45 calibre, blued, Euro-release, single-stack mag
I carried this handgun the bulk of my time in Patrol. I had a double-mag pouch on my Sam Browne which meant I carried four magazines within immediate reach. A very light-framed handgun with a potent round, the P220 was balanced very well and shot accurately. It was hardy, durable and the large hole at the end caught many a person’s attention.

Bottom:

Glock 17, 9mm calibre, blued, double-stack mag
For whatever reason, I shot best of all with this handgun. I also carried this for a time with the FBI. Called the “plastic gun,” scuttlebutt at the beginning of its life included the falsehood that it could pass through metal detectors — which it could not and still cannot do. The frame is a poured polymer, but the slide and various other critical parts are metal, plain and simple.

My department eliminated the weapon for optional carry because, for cleaning and stripping, you had to be smarter than the gun. That eliminated a certain number of personnel from my department — those who managed to put a few holes in the cleaning shack adjacent Range 1. One must depress the trigger in order to release the slide (Glock, what were you thinking??) but, as any logical and safe gunhandler knows, you must first drop the magazine, lock back the slide and clear the well and throat. Heavy sigh. I miss my Glock.

Yes, these are a few of my favorite things. Yours?
BZ
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The Voice Of Obama

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It is clearly abundant that Barack Hussein Obama is too stupid to walk upright like a Man.

We cannot continue to rely on our military in order to achieve the national security objectives we’ve set. We’ve got to have a civilian national security force that’s just as powerful, just as strong, just as well-funded.

What the hell?

You won’t read this in the DEM — the Defeatist, Elitist Media. It somehow managed to vanish off his own website. The DEM appears to be not only indifferent to his stupidity, but complicit in terms of purposely not covering statements and making idiotic things disappear.

  • Does Barack Hussein Obama think the military can lawfully be utilized within the United States?
  • Does Barack Hussein Obama think the National Guard is the same thing as the military forces?
  • Does Barack Hussein Obama think we need a fatter, cuddlier, cuter, nicer Civilian force to replace a true Military force?
  • Does Barack Hussein Obama think we need a National Police Force like the film “Escape From New York“?
  • Will these civilians be the Energy Police if your thermostat isn’t set at 89-degrees in summer?
  • Will these civilians be the Spaying Police to see if your dog has been cut?
  • So if we create a Federal Police Force, how many more billions of dollars will this cost?
  • And will we disband county, city, state police forces?

This imbecile now reminds me of a Stegosaurus, whose brain was insufficiently large to allow all its limbs to walk; it had a separate ganglion of nerves in its hips to drive the rear legs.

On the other hand, all three MSM “anchors” (Charlie Gibson, Katie Couric, Brian Williams) are going to Iraq with Obama. Did John McCain, will John McCain see this kind of free publicity? Shall we call this the “Shamelessly Pimp Ma Demorat Tour”?

The MSM is literally saving Barack Hussein Obama millions and millions of publicity dollars.

And despite all of this, Barack Hussein Obama and McCain are essentially neck-and-neck when, you’d think, BHO should be wiping the floors with an ancient, flaccid fossil like McCain.

That’s how stupid both parties really are. And how ignorant and stupid Barack Hussein Obama really is.

BZ
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