13 January 2007

SHOT show

So, what'dya do when you're stuck indoors thanks to nasty weather and terrible DFW drivers??

Check out these pictures from the SHOT Show! Some really cool images here...

7 New Wonders of the World

Well, what'dya think the "new" 7 wonders of the world should be?

I voted for:
The Acropolis, Chichen Itza, The Colosseum, The Great Wall, Petra, The Pyramids, and Stonehenge.

Tactical Tommy Goes to the Store

This is a reprise of the story printed back in 2004. I figured with mall ninjas and all, it was a good time for a redux, this time with hyperlinked references for the uninitiated. Origin: Over at The High Road, there's a nut that goes by "alduro," who's the author. Check out parts II and III.

As I was leaving my house I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man gun" Mexican-style in my pants. My backup is a fully customized 1911 with all the IPSC add-on options in my $500.00 leather pancake holster custom made by Belgian Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and holster making. These are the ones used by SEAL Team 6, which I used to be a part of but all records of my activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".

I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match my pants while wearing a T-Shirt underneath reading "from my cold dead hands." That way, nobody can see what I'm packing. I had my Centennial .38 Special in my ankle holster, just like the gun rag guys carry. Lastly I had my "Covert Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet with my "Concealed Weapons Permit Badge". I was ready for anything.

I drove my "bug-out truck" to the 7-11 for some beer, 'cause you never know. It is a performance-styled Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders of ground pounding fury.

I pull up to the 7-11 store and notice a nefarious looking girl scout eyeballing me from the back of her mother's SUV. A likely cover.

The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys in her purse, but I knew from my years of combat-honed instincts that she was actually making a furtive movement for an offensive weapon.

I attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on my face, kind of flopping on the pavement to avoid any incoming rounds and to make it look like I meant to do that. The store owner called 911 which is good, because I then did a roll and attempted to draw my Glock.

Unfortunately, since I did not have a holster, the gun "went off" and the bullet creased my weener. But I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm casing to take my mind off the pain as I dove for the garbage barrel. That's when I noticed the girl scout shouting something to her mother who began to take cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my trusty custom 1911 Wilson COMBAT....I knew that they would be impressed with that. I then duck walked to the front of her SUV but my gut kinda got in the way and I fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm casing.

I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to scuff my holster, so I just threw myself into a telephone pole, but I landed on my right side anyway. So I fired one shot towards the woman's SUV to pin them down as I recovered my wind.

Before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I threw my groin into her knee. I knew that as I vomited on the ground in front of her that I had interrupted her OODA loop, and I had the advantage now. As she ran screaming for the girl scout (I knew she was going for backup) I made for my super-charged BRAT tactical truck. I jumped into the driver seat, forgetting that I had left my rare Israeli contract AR 15 Bayonet on the seat (honed to a razors edge). I could handle it though, half my ass is an implant from war wounds. As I attempted to start my truck, police and paramedics arrived on the scene. My truck would not start and instead backfired once and caused the police to taze me. At this point, I tactically soiled myself while in convulsions. My custom 1911 then fell out the window, but I still had my Centennial .38. I knew then that I had to take out the woman with the purse.

So I aimed my revolver at her, at which point the first police officer fired once striking me in the chest. Fortunately, I was wearing my level III-A body armor. I didn't want to hurt the cops, they had obviously been duped by the evil temptress who was now embracing her partner in crime and crying to the police in the background - I knew it was a ruse.

I pulled out my concealed weapons permit badge and showed it to the officer who shot me and yelled out "I'm one of you guys!!!" He continued to cover me, and ordered me to drop my .38 so I laid it down. After all, I still had my bayonet attached to my ass. The cop walked toward me, and upon reading the badge maced me right in the eyes. Fortunately, my Oakley shooting glasses stopped most of the spray and I was able to rip free of the Taser cords easily. It only cost me one nipple...easily replaced. I dove for the passenger side of my truck and began to run zig zag for a ditch. Unfortunately, the bayonet sticking out of my ass slowed me down. I knew it would have to be hand-to-hand now. I knew the cop couldn't take me when I saw he merely carried a Glock 17, not a man's gun. So I immediately threw my eye into his right hook, followed by a knee into his mag light. As I lay thrashing on the ground, I took the heel of my Bates enforcer boot and kicked at the cops ankle. I knew from my classified experiences in Tajikistan that once I broke his ankle, the cop would fall down and I could "stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out but not hurting him.

Apparently the cop had also been to Tajikistan, because he side-stepped me and struck me in the back with his ASP baton, but my trauma plate absorbed it. I then drew my Benchmade auto knife and was promptly tazed again, but I was ready for it this time and only wet myself a little bit.

Next thing those cops knew, I was unconscious. That'll teach 'em.

12 January 2007

Clock ticking on Dems' 100-hour agenda

"So while the House has been in session for almost 48 hours since the 110th Congress was sworn in Jan. 4, the clock on Pelosi's Web site says only 17 hours 48 minutes have elapsed.
'We're just counting the legislative hours,' Pelosi spokesman Drew Hammill explained."
Looks like the Speakerette suffers from a common Democrat malady - selective memory. That, and it appears she's reserving the "100" hours for hogging the floor for as long as they can.

Some things change. Politics don't.

11 January 2007


He's got a MySpace! Check it out: http://www.myspace.com/tacticalsecurityenforcer

Coyote killing contest prompt howls

Coyotes caused an estimated $47 million in damage to the cattle industry in 2005, according to the USDA. Sheep losses topped $10 million in 2004.
Coyotes are bad, mean, dirty, noisy, and reproduce like bunnies. I live in the city, and have greenbelt/creek behind my house. I was awakened just this week by a pack of coyotes running down the greenbelt. It's an unmistakable sound, and kinda creepy. I've seen coyotes in busy intersections right here in town, running around unmolested.

So, anyway, there's a coyote killing contest going on in Montana this weekend, offering up a $6000 purse. Even the USDA's Wildlife Services division kills about 80,000 coyotes a year. Sounds like a good plan to me - kill varmints, get paid. It's a win-win deal, if you ask me.

Except for one thing: someone's going to be upset.
"You kill some coyotes and six months later it's as if you didn't kill any at all. What are they accomplishing other than just being barbaric?" asked Brooks Fahy, executive director of Predator Defense.
Predator Defense? WTF? Do they represent lions, sharks, coyotes, and gators at murder trials? I think Brooks deserves to see what a coyote can do to the family pet.

10 January 2007

Gene mutation may raise the risk of alcoholism

The gene mutation involves a cell structure called the mu-opioid receptor. In previous studies, this receptor has been shown to bind beta-endorphin, a pain-relieving chemical the body releases in response to alcohol intake and other stimuli.
Spare me the techno-babble, Poindexter. I believe this makes me a superhero. I could be one of the new X-Men. My new mutant name is Filtro - I have the power to convert beer to urine. Beware, evil-doers!

08 January 2007

Texas Pizza Chain to Accept Pesos

In a just world, the INS/ICE would roll in on this place and ask everyone to prove that they are legal citizens, or legally in this country.

This is nuts. If you're here legally, then I don't care if you've got green skin and 3 eyes. But this pandering to illegals is killing us by the death of 1000 cuts.

Report: Iran's Ayatollah Ali Khamenei Dead

Tell Saddam we said hi. I wonder if President Ahmacrazyguy is going to make a power play?

07 January 2007

1911 Porn

Picked up this S&W 1911 a few weeks ago; added a Smith Alexander mag well and a pair of green Ergo Grips from Dillon. I'll add a decent set of sights; most likely a pair of Dawsons.

I have yet to shoot this beauty, but as you can tell in the picture, she's loaded up with slide glide and ready to roll. Range report once I get some lead downrange.

The Rules on Islamic Wife Beating

Just in case you were wondering what the rules for these primitive savages are. Bunch of mud-eating, hut-dwelling, goatherd primitives. Welcome to Islam!