Disconnect The Dots, Wirecutter.

Awwwwwe,Did Somebody Get Their Feelers Hurt?

All I can do after reading this story is to sit and here and shake my head slowly back and forth in disgust.

Miami Cops Choke Hold Teen for Staring at Them. A Puppy is Involved.

Brian Doherty|May. 29, 2013 5:46 pm

From the Miami New Times:

Fourteen-year-old Tremaine McMillian didn't threaten police. He didn't attack them. He wasn't armed. All the black teenager did was appear threatening by shooting Miami-Dade police officers a few "dehumanizing stares," and that was apparently enough for the officers to decide to slam him against the ground and put him in a chokehold.

During Memorial Day weekend, McMillian was rough-housing with another teenager on the sand. Police approached the teen on an ATV and told him that wasn't acceptable behavior. They asked him where his parents were, but MicMillian attempted to walk away. The officer jumped off the ATV, and tried to physically restrain the teen. According to CBS Miami, police say the 14-year-old kid gave them "'dehumanizing stares,' clenched his fists and appeared threatening."

Yeah, that's the ticket.
Rip the puppy out of his arms and throw him to the ground in a choke hold for "giving you the eye".

Pussy. Motherfuckers..

Ten to one when they got off shift they went and had a few cold ones and bragged to their buddies about it too.

And they wonder why they get no respect?

You have to earn respect and this type of behavior is the perfect breeding ground for contempt.

Well deserved contempt I might add.

Two full grown men jumping a fourteen year old kid.
I'm impressed.

Not.

Obama To Nominate James Comey To Head the FBI

I have several things to say about this but you will have to go to my other Blog to read them. It is very late and I am too tired to drag it all over here right now.

In a nutshell, I think it's a good pick, Comey is a stand up motherfucker.

Preppers And FireArms Enthusiasts Take Note

The fight hasn't gone away, the tactics have just changed again.


Now they are playing around with the definitions and qualifying symptoms of mental illness and they are way past ridiculous and well on their way to laughable.

It would be funny, anyway, if the repercussions were not so possibly disastrous.

Some of the qualifying behaviors and symptoms have no business being classified as a true mental illness and I will let you see for yourself.

Hoarding, cannabis withdrawal and a severe version of PMS are among the new mental illnesses added to the updated Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

The DSM is the unofficial bible that mental health professionals in North America and around the world use to diagnose and classify mental illness.

The latest edition lists premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD), a controversial, more extreme form of premenstrual syndrome not universally recognized by scientists and health insurance plans.

Another revision removes the two-month cut-off for depression resulting from bereavement (death of a loved one), recognizing that bereavement can last much longer and can precipitate a major depressive episode.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder has been spun off into its own chapter, along with other related conditions, including excoriation (skin picking) disorder and hoarding disorder.

Cannabis withdrawal and caffeine withdrawal may now be applied under the new criterion "craving or a strong desire or urge to use a substance" for diagnosing substance abuse disorder (the distinction between substance abuse and substance dependence having been removed).

My emphasis.

I will forgo the obvious PMS and guns jokes, this is serious business.

So Jonesing for a cup of coffee or a joint is now classified as a mental illness?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!





I can't believe they didn't add nicotine withdrawal as a psychotic episode.

Idiots.



Hoarding, this is a slippery slope here folks.



There are degrees of hoarding, what is to stop one of these so called professional mental health experts from labeling a gun enthusiast with a few ammo boxes full as having a mental illness?

The same goes for prepper's who have food and emergency supplies stashed away.
Heaven forbid you should find yourself in a situation having to deal with law enforcement or even Children's Services at your home and they should somehow lay eyes on any of it. That is a guaranteed phone call now.

We have all seen the media and their extremism describing someone with two guns and a couple hundred .22 shells as having an "arsenal" lately.


In my opinion, having only two hundred rounds of .22 shells is basically like being out and having only two guns is near being unarmed.
Now they can say you have a mental illness to go with it.
Just what they ordered.



These new guidelines are just a new way to infringe upon your privacy and allow the PTB to slap that label of "other" on people that is the ancient strategy of divide and conquer they so love.




In all seriousness, these are the new guidelines that every psychology wannabe is going to be using and woe be unto you or yours if they get you in their sights. Pun intended.

There is so much latitude built into this it is, ridiculous, on it's face.


Like I said, the battle is still going on for our freedoms, what we have left at this point, they are just changing tactics.

OPSEC is going to be more and more important as they are trying to push the envelope and snare as many people as possible to slap a mental illness diagnosis in your file.

We see what is happening with gun owners who have this diagnosis on record in California, the police are going to their houses and confiscating their guns.

Expect that little practice to spread across the country, starting in Liberal held territories first.

Testing Your Powers Of Observation

Let's see if you can spot the 800 pound gorilla in the room.

Teacher In Trouble For Informing Students Of Fifth Amendment Rights

Nothing like keeping the future citizens of this country ignorant, even better, it was a warning about a personally intrusive survey about their drug and alcohol use and their emotional stability.

The surveys were also personalized with the students name on it.

Read the rest of this because it is enough to make your skin crawl as an example of what our education system will stoop to and infuriate you as the invasion of privacy, the skulking way they go about informing the parents that the kids can opt out and the lack of informing the kids that they can, in fact, opt out, all sinks in.

I would be furious beyond words to find out they were trying to pull this bullshit on my kid.

A Batavia High School teacher's fans are rallying to support him as he faces possible discipline for advising students of their Constitutional rights before taking a school survey on their behavior.

They've been collecting signatures on an online petition, passing the word on Facebook, sending letters to the school board, and planning to speak at Tuesday's school board meeting.

Dryden, a social studies teacher, told some of his students April 18 that they had a 5th Amendment right to not incriminate themselves by answering questions on the survey, which had each student's name printed on it.

The survey is part of measuring how students meet the social-emotional learning standards set by the state. It is the first year Batavia has administered such a survey.

School district officials declined to provide a copy of the survey to the Daily Herald, saying the district bought the survey from a private company, Multi-Health Systems Inc., and the contents are proprietary business information.

They did provide the script teachers were to read to students before the test.

It does not tell students whether participation is mandatory or optional.

An April email communication to parents said their children could choose not to take the survey, but they had to notify the district by April 17.

The survey asked about drug, alcohol and tobacco use, and emotions, according to Brad Newkirk, chief academic officer.

The results were to be reviewed by school officials, including social workers, counselors and psychologists.

The survey was not a diagnostic tool, but a "screener" to figure out which students might need specific help, Newkirk said.

My emphasis.

I'll tell ya what, my hat is off to this guy.



The Dude Abides.


Informed consent seems to be a less than optimal prerequisite for these school officials.

Shady sonsabitches.

Oh, they will swear up and down they have the kids best interests at heart, as a matter of fact they get to that bit a little farther down in the article.

Even Dryden says so but he got concerned about the privacy issue and the possibility of self incrimination on the day the surveys were handed out because he says they weren't "vetted" properly.

Go read the whole article.
You can form your own opinions but as for me, I still think the guy made the right call.

Nanny doesn't sleep.

H/t to FARK for the link.

What A Difference A Day Makes

From 6 P.M. Friday to this Sunday morning on Memorial Day weekend, 6 people have been shot and killed and 11 people have been wounded in Chicago.

From 6 P.M. Friday evening to 6 A.M. Saturday morning alone, there were four fatal shootings and ten wounded.
That is a twelve hour window.

This in a city with extremely strict gun control laws in effect.

This is also an unofficially acknowledged war zone.


Every week we see more gun related American deaths in Chicago than we do in Afghanistan, where we are officially at war.

I am sure the powers that be in Chicago would reply that if we would only imagine just how much worse it would be if everyone had access to firearms.

I am reminded of a certain quote from Robert A Heinlein,

“An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.”

I'm sorry, I would not live in an area with that much violence willingly.

Even if I had to leave every single thing I owned except the clothes on my back and I had to walk, I would leave that city as fast as I could.

There is nothing on this earth worth having that is more valuable than your life.

It is as plain as the nose on my face that Chicago is out of control and there is no amount of political spin that is going to change that fact.

Detroit is even worse.
There are places in Detroit the police won't even go.


Two of Americas once premier cities are now hot zones.
This is within the Continental borders of The United States of America folks.

I keep hearing rumblings of Civil War, I submit there has been a guerilla war going on here for several years now.

I submit to you that this situation is going to continue to spread too.

Rot from within is hard to stop.



Being a refugee in any situation is an extreme position to be in.

Being a refugee in your own country because of out of control violence is something we see in other countries, not here in America.

Or so the media would like you to think.



Gun control is an obvious failure with real life and death consequences.
I don't know about you but I also refuse to let some one else tell me how I can and can't defend myself and my family, especially some hand wringing politician with armed body guards.

They can go take a midnight stroll in Chicago.

Crazy Bastard

This kind of blows my feeble little mind.
I can't even imagine trying something like this.
As a matter of fact, I can't even imagine myself imagining trying this.


French cyclist breaks land speed record by reaching 163 MPH on a rocket-powered bicycle



What. The. Hell?
A hundred sixty plus on a fucking bicycle?!!

Some technical questions come to mind.

How did he not just fly off the track and start climbing like a bottle rocket with wheels?

How did the little skinny tires not just disintegrate?

Was he fucked up out of his mind and lose a bet?

Inquiring minds want to know.

A French cyclist has broken the land speed record on a bicycle by attaching a hydrogen-peroxide rocket to the frame.

Francois Gissy from Alsace recorded a top speed of 163mph (263kph) on his self-built vehicle on an old runway in Munchhouse in North Eastern France.

This record beat his previous mark of 150 mph (242.6kph), set in 2002, and just missed out on the powered bike speed record set in 1995 by the Slipstream bike by 3mph (5kph).

He either has a complete lack of concern for his personal safety or a set of balls that would make a bull elephant cry.

Jesus.

There is a video at the link.

You gotta see that.
He is holding on for dear life when that thing lights off.

They probably had to use a small crowbar to pry his puckered ass off the seat too.

FBI Investigating LAPD SWAT For Illegally Reselling Custom Guns.

Bad cop, no donut.

The FBI is investigating whether members of the Los Angeles Police Department's elite SWAT and Special Investigations Section units violated the law by purchasing large numbers of custom-made handguns and reselling them for profit, according to interviews.

Federal authorities opened the inquiry into the alleged gun sales in recent weeks after LAPD officials alerted them to possible gun violations, multiple sources told The Times.

The move comes after an earlier LAPD investigation found no wrongdoing on the part of officers. But on Friday, Los Angeles Police Chief Charlie Beck acknowledged that that probe was "clearly lacking" and said the department has opened a second investigation of the weapons transactions that is still ongoing.

What a fucking surprise,the old Sargent Schultz method of investigation.

While accounting for the weapons, Lt. Armando Perez discovered that SWAT members had purchased an unknown number of pistols from the gun maker Kimber Manufacturing and were "possibly reselling these Kimber firearms for large profits to people outside of Metro SWAT," according to the lawsuit and Bustamante's report.

Sales records indicated that as many as 324 pistols had been purchased from Kimber, Bustamante reported. There are only about 60 officers in SWAT, and the guns were intended to be used by the officers while on duty.

Investigators have been trying to determine how many of those guns were resold and to whom. There are some indications the guns were sold to other LAPD officers outside the unit as well as others outside of law enforcement.

Apparently there is a good reason the LAPD has a shit reputation, everything that comes out of there is bad news.
There are some crooked motherfuckers running around with badges down there.

The best part is that many of these illegal sales are a possible felony.

The FBI is expected to look as well into the possibility that officers from the LAPD's Special Investigations Section, which conducts surveillance in major, high-risk cases, were also improperly reselling Kimber guns, the sources said.

Federal and state gun laws restrict gun sales by people not registered as weapons dealers.

My emphasis.

Oh and it just gets jucier.
Go read the whole thing. This has got cover up written all over it and there are multiple companies doing the buying and it is just a fucking fiasco.

If There Was Ever A Picture Worth A Thousand Words

This is it.



H/T to my long time pal Jimbo.

I Have Been Schooled

As stubborn as I can be sometimes, I still have the ability to look at other peoples viewpoints and weigh them on their merits.
It was recently brought to my attention that I have been looking at certain aspects of how our government functions from my ingrained Liberal viewpoint that I am trying to overcome.

This is a long piece but I copied and pasted the whole thing because it opened my eyes a little wider and I would like to thank a certain Mr. Lineman for being just as stubborn as I am and presenting the link to me so I could read it and come to my own conclusions. I could have blown it off but I didn't. I also took the time to consider the true lessons behind the story. I hope you do the same.

There is most definitely a lesson or two to be learned from this story.
One, that being honest might be painful at times but it is what you are measured by in the long term that counts and two, it shows just how far down the rat hole our government has gone in subverting the original intent of the Constitution.

You may or may not agree with what you are about to read, that is for you to wrestle with and decide.

Your thoughts are always welcome in the comments section.

Here is the link in case you would like to bookmark it and read this later when you have time to ponder about such things.

Davy Crockett vs. Welfare

From The Life of Colonel David Crockett,
by Edward S. Ellis (Philadelphia: Porter & Coates, 1884)

Crockett was then the lion of Washington. I was a great admirer of his character, and, having several friends who were intimate with him, I found no difficulty in making his acquaintance. I was fascinated with him, and he seemed to take a fancy to me.

I was one day in the lobby of the House of Representatives when a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support – rather, as I thought, because it afforded the speakers a fine opportunity for display than from the necessity of convincing anybody, for it seemed to me that everybody favored it. The Speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose. Everybody expected, of course, that he was going to make one of his characteristic speeches in support of the bill. He commenced:

"Mr. Speaker – I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the sufferings of the living, if suffering there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for a part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has no power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member upon this floor knows it. We have the right, as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right so to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I have never heard that the government was in arrears to him. This government can owe no debts but for services rendered, and at a stipulated price. If it is a debt, how much is it? Has it been audited, and the amount due ascertained? If it is a debt, this is not the place to present it for payment, or to have its merits examined. If it is a debt, we owe more than we can ever hope to pay, for we owe the widow of every soldier who fought in the War of 1812 precisely the same amount. There is a woman in my neighborhood, the widow of as gallant a man as ever shouldered a musket. He fell in battle. She is as good in every respect as this lady, and is as poor. She is earning her daily bread by her daily labor; but if I were to introduce a bill to appropriate five or ten thousand dollars for her benefit, I should be laughed at, and my bill would not get five votes in this House. There are thousands of widows in the country just such as the one I have spoken of, but we never hear of any of these large debts to them. Sir, this is no debt. The government did not owe it to the deceased when he was alive; it could not contract it after he died. I do not wish to be rude, but I must be plain. Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot, without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as a charity. Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much of our own money as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week's pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks."

He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.

Like many other young men, and old ones, too, for that matter, who had not thought upon the subject, I desired the passage of the bill, and felt outraged at its defeat. I determined that I would persuade my friend Crockett to move a reconsideration the next day.

Previous engagements preventing me from seeing Crockett that night, I went early to his room the next morning and found him engaged in addressing and franking letters, a large pile of which lay upon his table.

I broke in upon him rather abruptly, by asking him what devil had possessed him to make that speech and defeat that bill yesterday. Without turning his head or looking up from his work, he replied:

"You see that I am very busy now; take a seat and cool yourself. I will be through in a few minutes, and then I will tell you all about it."

He continued his employment for about ten minutes, and when he had finished he turned to me and said:

"Now, sir, I will answer your question. But thereby hangs a tale, and one of considerable length, to which you will have to listen."

I listened, and this is the tale which I heard:

Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some other members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. When we got there, I went to work, and I never worked as hard in my life as I did there for several hours. But, in spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made homeless, and, besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many women and children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them, and everybody else seemed to feel the same way.

The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done. I said everybody felt as I did. That was not quite so; for, though they perhaps sympathized as deeply with the sufferers as I did, there were a few of the members who did not think we had the right to indulge our sympathy or excite our charity at the expense of anybody but ourselves. They opposed the bill, and upon its passage demanded the yeas and nays. There were not enough of them to sustain the call, but many of us wanted our names to appear in favor of what we considered a praiseworthy measure, and we voted with them to sustain it. So the yeas and nays were recorded, and my name appeared on the journals in favor of the bill.

The next summer, when it began to be time to think about the election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there, but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up, and I thought it was best to let the boys know that I had not forgot them, and that going to Congress had not made me too proud to go to see them.

So I put a couple of shirts and a few twists of tobacco into my saddlebags, and put out. I had been out about a week and had found things going very smoothly, when, riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came to the fence. As he came up I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but, as I thought, rather coldly, and was about turning his horse for another furrow when I said to him: "Don't be in such a hurry, my friend; I want to have a little talk with you, and get better acquainted."

He replied: "I am very busy, and have but little time to talk, but if it does not take too long, I will listen to what you have to say."

I began: "Well, friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called candidates, and – "

"'Yes, I know you; you are Colonel Crockett. I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine. I shall not vote for you again.'

This was a sockdolager... I begged him to tell me what was the matter.

"Well, Colonel, it is hardly worthwhile to waste time or words upon it. I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in honesty and firmness to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon for expressing it in that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the Constitution to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting or wounding you. I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what, but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest. But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the more honest he is."

"I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake about it, for I do not remember that I gave any vote last winter upon any constitutional question."

"No, Colonel, there's no mistake. Though I live here in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress. My papers say that last winter you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by a fire in Georgetown. Is that true?"

"Certainly it is, and I thought that was the last vote which anybody in the world would have found fault with."

"Well, Colonel, where do you find in the Constitution any authority to give away the public money in charity?"

Here was another sockdolager; for, when I began to think about it, I could not remember a thing in the Constitution that authorized it. I found I must take another tack, so I said:

"Well, my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing Treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just as I did."

"It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes. But that has nothing to do with the question. The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be entrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government. So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give to one, you have the right to give to all; and, as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity, and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other. No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity. Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had been burned in this county as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week's pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men in and around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life. The Congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from the necessity of giving by giving what was not yours to give. The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution."

I have given you an imperfect account of what he said. Long before he was through, I was convinced that I had done wrong. He wound up by saying:

"So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you."

I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go talking, he would set others to talking, and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:

"Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it full. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said there at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot."

He laughingly replied:

"Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You say that you are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and, perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way."

"If I don't," said I, "I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say, I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of the people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it."

"No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section, but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you."

"Well, I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-bye. I must know your name."

"My name is Bunce."

"Not Horatio Bunce?"

"Yes."

"Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me; but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend. You must let me shake your hand before I go."

We shook hands and parted.

It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence and incorruptible integrity, and for a heart brimful and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.

At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and a confidence in me stronger than I had ever seen manifested before.

Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight, talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.

I have told you Mr. Bunce converted me politically. He came nearer converting me religiously than I had ever been before. He did not make a very good Christian of me, as you know; but he has wrought upon my mind a conviction of the truth of Christianity, and upon my feelings a reverence for its purifying and elevating power such as I had never felt before.

I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him – no, that is not the word – I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if everyone who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.

But to return to my story. The next morning we went to the barbecue, and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted – at least, they all knew me.

In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying:

"Fellow citizens – I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice, or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only."

I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation as I have told it to you, and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying:

"And now, fellow citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.

"It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the credit of it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so."

He came upon the stand and said:

"Fellow citizens – It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today."

He went down, and there went up from the crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.

I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.

"Now, Sir," concluded Crockett, "you know why I made that speech yesterday. I have had several thousand copies of it printed and was directing them to my constituents when you came in.

"There is one thing now to which I will call your attention. You remember that I proposed to give a week's pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men – men who think nothing of spending a week's pay, or a dozen of them for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased – a debt which could not be paid by money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $10,000, when weighed against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it."

The Jig Is Up

Some fucking twatwaffle went all Nanny Cry baby and wrote an article for Mother Jones about how he went about building an unregistered AK-47 from a kit and went out of his way to inform the cops and any anti gun puke reading it how it's perfectly legal.

The cat is out of the bag.

This latte sipping, Birkenstock wearing snuntch bought a kit, went to a "building party" with some other guys that was hosted by some dudes who knew how to put them together, including welding and heat treating some parts, and then took it out, shot a few rounds, informed the police what he had done and then cut the fucking thing up and threw it in the garbage.

Such a pure spirit this one has, excuse me while I go puke.

There is always a dickhead at every party and this guy is it.

The hosts collect our paperwork without checking IDs. We don eye protection and gloves, and soon the garage is abuzz with the whir of grinders, cutters, and drills. Sales of receivers—which house the mechanical parts, making a gun a gun—are tightly regulated, so my kit comes with a pre-drilled flat steel platform. Legally, it's just an American-made hunk of metal, but one bend in a vise later and, voilà, it's a receiver, ready for trigger guards to be riveted on. Sparks fly as receiver rails to guide the bolt mechanism are cut, welded into place, and heat-treated. The front and rear trunnions, which will hold the barrel and stock, are attached to the receivers.
AK-47 parts

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Many kits come from stockpiles in former war zones. "I can guarantee you this one has bodies on it," says one of the hosts as I peer down the barrel of a Yugo RPK. It's lined with grit and soot. My host says the AK I'm building is an Egyptian "Maadi" that came to the United States via Croatia, likely having been shipped there during the Yugoslav wars. He tells me some wooden stocks come with tally marks notched in them.

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That is where our intrepid little squealer probably pissed himself just a little.

The first guy to finish is all smiles, but he has a question: "Say some Johnny Law comes up who don't know shit about this law, and I've got an AK without a serial number—then what?"

"There's a series of laws that make this legal," says one of the hosts. "Just print those up and have them with you in case Johnny Law does come by."

After our hero goes and gets in line to find some ammo to waste, drives out in the boonies and gets totally impressed with his new toy, the part we have all been waiting for happens.

I'm left wondering: Seeing how easy this is, are build parties monitored? Do hand-built weapons ever surface in crimes? Are the cops worried? When I call local law enforcement representatives from Los Angeles, Orange County, Santa Ana, and Garden Grove, they say they've never heard of such a thing. "That doesn't happen here," says Bruce Borihanh, an LAPD spokesman. But a cursory browse of online gun forums is enough to show that, well, clearly it does. There seems to be one about every month. Plus, I just attended one less than an hour's drive from his office.

I'm reminded of what one of the build party hosts said before I left: "Remember that thing I told you about why people do this: These builds can happen only because they aren't blown out to the public and law enforcement."

My emphasis.

Good job Rory Ranger, you do goody fucking asshole!

Now that this is out for consumption by the sheeple, you can bet your homesick ass there will be an unholy howl heard throughout the ranks of the anti gunners and they will start pressuring the usual suspects to slam this little loophole shut so tight that even a God particle couldn't squeak through.


This is where the boy and I say that because even half a man would have kept his fucking mouth shut,
"does the right thing".

Between you, me, and Johnny Law, here's what happened to my homemade AK. Back in my garage I use a grinding wheel to cut the receiver in half and the other components into pieces. I put the scraps back in the cardboard box the kit came in and leave it for the garbage truck.

Excuse me while I go puke some more.

Man card, permanently revoked with prejudice.

So there it is folks, some fuckhead has gone over and handed something else for the anti gunners to drag through the press, to throw their hands up in the air about and start putting up bullshit poll numbers about.

I will say, now would be a very good time to start thinking about snagging some receivers before this hits the main stream because it will be downhill from there, you can put that in the bank.

Too Tired To Rant

I'm just beat and can hardly hold my eyes open.
I did take a couple of minutes to fly through the most recent posts there on my Blogroll.

I got a chuckle out of this over at The Broken Patriot.

The brackets are filling up folks, place your bets!

Armaggedon Up Close And Personal

Holy. Shit..

The tornado that decimated Moore Oklahoma yesterday was estimated to be TWO MILES WIDE.

I don't give a rusty fuck what your politics are, these are Americans and they are going to desperately need our help.
















Dig in your ass pocket and give.
We all see just how effective the Federal response to natural disasters is. Folks from the Sandy Hurricane are still all fucked up and it took those rotten motherfuckers in Congress THREE FUCKING MONTHS to authorize relief spending while people were living in tents in the dead of winter on the North East coast.

As for the ultimate irony, both Oklahoma Senators have consistently voted against Federal disaster funding. Lets not wait to see how long it takes for those two assholes to stick their hands out now.


Here is the link to the local Red Cross in Oklahoma.
Give directly to them or any Church organizations you know of.

Do it now.

Mondays Suck

Yours and mine can't be as bad as this fool's though.



I can't even imagine the thought process involved in accepting that fucking job.

Just to get that thought out of your head, here;




This oughtta do it.



Y'all have a nice day now.

It's Coming

The greatest spectacle in racing.



That lucky bastard Zoomie gets to go see it in person, it's right in his back yard.

I wish.

Two Legged Pest Control

Heh, I found a good way to keep the wimmins out of my Man Cave today.
My wife and her two sisters were out in my garage yammering away while I was working on the transmission for my Sprite.
I had been enjoying the peace and quiet because they had all gone to the movies earlier so I was just in my own little world and enjoying the shit out of it too.

I didn't even have the squawk box on.
Pretty soon here they come. Sounded like someone moved a fucking chicken tractor into the joint.
Yack yack yack yack.
We don't smoke in the house so we have a little kiddy table out there and a couple ashtrays.
Jeeze, pretty soon I am kinda gritting my teeth.
While I am wrenching on this little gearbox, I reach over and grabbed a can of Carb Cleaner to do some spot cleaning of some parts.

Let me tell ya, that shit is powerful stuff, especially in an enclosed space.

Shit doesn't bother me because I am used to it to the point I almost like the smell.

It's a guy thing I am certain.

Anyways, pretty soon I hear one of 'em pipe up with something along then lines of "What is that smell, are those fumes?"

I turned around and growled at her, Whattaya fucking think? Yer in my Goddamn garage.
If ya don't like it go outside and smoke.

Oh the trauma. It's too cold, bitch bitch bitch.
So of course I lay it on with the fucking carb cleaner now.

Amazingly enough, it didn't take very long and they all suddenly decided they needed to be somewhere else , pronto.


Perfect.

I recommend this stuff, it works real good for cleaning grease and varnish on parts and as an added bonus it has a powerful stink to it.

It's like bug spray for people too.

My Saturday Surprise

Jeez, I got woke up this morning after five hours of sleep by the kid and him babbling something about a "cat situation"
Trust me when I say I wasn't a happy camper but I drug my ass out of bed, grabbed some coffee and my smokes and headed out to the garage to finish waking up.

That's when I found out what he was babbling about.

It seems we have three kittens under the house and they had wandered into the garage via a hole in the wall behind the washing machine.

Cute?
Damn they are cute little buggers.

Two of them are Maine Coons, bigger than shit.
They have the big "M" on their foreheads but they don't have the tufts of hair on their ears.

There is no mistaking the markings though.


That would explain the strange cat I found in the garage last week, obviously Momma Kitty.

They are at least a month old and not a bit afraid of people. The wife says we can't keep any because we already have two cats.
However, one of them is fifteen years old and I want the runt.
She laid in my lap like she had been there her whole life and took a little nap.

We may be getting a new cat anyway, wifey.
If there is one thing I am a sucker for, it is cute little kittens.

Damnit.

There Is A Lesson For Cheaper Than Dirt Here.

We are all very aware that there has been an ammo shortage in this country for several months now.

Mostly, when you can find it, the prices have gone up some. On the other hand, there are some places who have gone off the deep end and are charging outrageous prices for short term profits.
I'm looking at you Cheaper Than Dirt.

I have seen .22LR shells advertised there for as much as $24.99 for 50 lousy little shells.
Last year, that same little box of shells was about $3.00.

Here is an article by by Marianne McCune I found at NPR someone should be paying attention to.

Sales of guns and ammunition rose after President Obama took office in 2008, and they went through the roof starting late last year, when a school shooting led to a push for new gun control measures. That's led to a prolonged ammunition shortage, even with manufacturers running at full capacity.

A gun owner in Florida told me he has had a hard time finding .380 ammo for a small handgun for the past six months. Customers at Bob's Little Sport Shop in southern New Jersey told me it's hard to find ammo for some rifles and for the popular 9 mm. Even .22 rounds, the small ones, have been hard to come by.
An economics textbook would say this shouldn't happen. It would say that Bob Viden, who has run the shop for almost 50 years, should respond to the increase in demand by raising prices. And some stores and online sellers have done just that. But, Viden told me, "We don't want to do that. We want to be fair."

Apparently so do some of the best-known ammo sources across the country. At the sporting goods store Cabela's and at Wal-Mart, shelves are empty but prices are mostly flat. During my conversations at Bob's Little Sport Shop, the word "fair" came up about two-dozen times. Or, as one customer put it, "There's no reason to make a profit off of our misfortune."
To a traditional economist, a shortage is evidence prices are too low. But Viden predicts if he raises his prices, his customers won't come back because they'll think he ripped them off.
"Traditional economic theory doesn't really have room for fairness perceptions," Margaret Campbell, a marketing professor at the University of Colorado, Boulder, told me. But about 30 years ago, she says, "people started noticing that there were these kind of quirks."
In a famous study, the Nobel Laureate Daniel Kahneman and two colleagues found that people's ideas of fairness are so strong that, even if it makes short-term sense to raise prices during a shortage, many retailers don't. Campbell says that's because when prices go up, consumers actually care about the reason behind the increase — the retailer's motive.
"If a consumer sees a price go up in an unexpected fashion, they want to know, 'Why? Why has it gone up?' " she says.
There are lots of reasons consumers approve of (if the price the store is paying for the goods has increased, for example). But research has consistently shown that a sudden increase in demand is not one of them. So rather than raise prices, Bob's Little Sport Shop and other stores are rationing ammo in order to keep their customers' loyalty.
There is at least one place where classical market forces seem to be in effect here: Some people have been buying ammo at low cost and selling it at a higher price online. Essentially, they're scalping bullets. Scalpers don't care about return customers. And their customers don't expect them to be fair.

Someone at CTD should take notice of this.
People in general have a long memory when it comes to getting screwed over.
I sure as fuck do.
Rationing can be a pain in the ass but it is, after all, a way to insure that no one entity is walking out with all the goodies at everyone else's expense.
It is also a good way to keep prices reasonable.

Outfits like CTD that start charging an arm and a leg for items in short supply are making money in the short term but at the expense of their long term business interests.

I can't count how many people complaining about their price gouging I have seen swear they will never buy anything from them again.

Keep adding those up and in the long run, you are going to suffer at the cash register.

Outfits like Bob's in the article above, on the other hand, have just guaranteed themselves a loyal customer base which is a healthy requirement for a long term business interest.

I know for a fact if I had to drive clear across town to do business with an outfit like that, it wouldn't hurt my feelings one bit if I drove past twenty outfits like CTD on my way there.

Notice I did not even put up a link to the dirty sonsabitches?

There are consequences you pay for being a fucking dick, even if it is just getting your name dragged through the mud by one guy on a blog hardly anyone will ever read.

Somehow, I think that I am not the only guy out there who thinks this way however.

The Military's New Power Grab, Preparing For Civil War?

The Pentagon has gone rogue and unilaterally declared that is has authority over "Civil Disturbances" now without approval from Congress.


On Monday, the Pentagon made a few subtle changes to the rules in the regulations in the U.S.Code titled “Defense Support of Civilian Law Enforcement Agencies”.(Official document)
In doing so,

"  the military has quietly granted itself the ability to police the streets without obtaining prior local or state consent, upending a precedent that has been in place for more than two centuries."

They claim that in case it is somehow "impossible" to get authoriaztion from the President  that they can act on their own authority.

The most objectionable aspect of the regulatory change is the inclusion of vague language that permits military intervention in the event of “civil disturbances.” According to the rule:

Federal military commanders have the authority, in extraordinary emergency circumstances where prior authorization by the President is impossible and duly constituted local authorities are unable to control the situation, to engage temporarily in activities that are necessary to quell large-scale, unexpected civil disturbances.

Um, yeah. There is a long standing chain of command structure in place that they are conveniently forgetting in cases of the President being incommunicado.

I can see some members of Congress getting their panties in a twist over this

One of the more disturbing aspects of the new procedures that govern military command on the ground in the event of a civil disturbance relates to authority. Not only does it fail to define what circumstances would be so severe that the president’s authorization is “impossible,” it grants full presidential authority to “Federal military commanders.” According to the defense official, a commander is defined as follows: “Somebody who’s in the position of command, has the title commander. And most of the time they are centrally selected by a board, they’ve gone through additional schooling to exercise command authority.”
As it is written, this “commander” has the same power to authorize military force as the president in the event the president is somehow unable to access a telephone. (The rule doesn’t address the statutory chain of authority that already exists in the event a sitting president is unavailable.) In doing so, this commander must exercise judgment in determining what constitutes, “wanton destruction of property,” “adequate protection for Federal property,” “domestic violence,” or “conspiracy that hinders the execution of State or Federal law,” as these are the circumstances that might be considered an “emergency.”

That right there is sure to cause severe heartburn .

I am quoting all this from a very lengthy article my pal sent me a link to in an Email.
This needs to be spread far and wide as it possibly affects every citizen in the country.

This is the  link to the article in the Long Island Press and you need to read the whole thing right now.

By declaring this authority, the US Military has declared its self  autonomous powers outside the normal civilian checks and balances designed into the framework designed just for that purpose.

They are extremely vague about what these triggers and powers really are and this needs to addressed immediately.
If one looks out of the corner of their eye at this, it could be inferred that the Pentagon has just declared that they have power unto themselves that was never intended and has been addressed before in Posse Comitatus.



This should send a chill down the spine of every American.



H/T to SpongeBobcrackwhore for the heads up.
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Busy

There will more than likely be a lack of posting for a couple of days.
I am working from 5pm to 5 am until Thursday and by the time I get home I am exhausted.

All I want to do at that point is fall down and go to sleep.

Like MacArthur said though, "I shall return".

In the mean time, check out the list of Government Surveillance Targets over on the right.

A Dying Art,Pouring Babbitt Bearings

If you can find someone who still knows how to pour and correctly finish a babbitt bearing then you have a very serious resource that is getting harder and harder to find.
I found this video that shows the correct technique to share. I have seen this guy's videos before and he is very, very good at what he does, old school style.
Sure he has milling machines and all the cool tools but he also has the old school knowledge to do things that is getting increasingly hard to find.

I know I looked for a week here in the Portland/ Vancouver area before I found someone who still does them in an industrial capacity. I needed a babbitt bearing poured for a six inch main bearing on a crankshaft for a pump I was rebuilding.

A couple of things I noticed here, first is that he carburized the shaft before he poured it to keep the liquid babbitt from sticking to it and two, that he used a grease pencil when he was preheating the parts that melts at a predetermined temperature to let him know when it was hot enough but not too hot.

One thing I can tell you from experience is that you do not let hot babbitt contact anything cold.

I Remember

Yeah, I remember these.



I also remember what my normal response was whenever I saw them too.



When was the last time you saw one of those hokey fucking color charts?

It's been awhile.

They were just another simplistic Bush administration attempt at propaganda and training the American people to be perpetually afraid of their own shadow.

The over riding constant message was that you needed to stay skeered and that Big Government and the Republican party was your only hope of safety.

Fear fear fear, it was pounded into the American psyche that no one was safe unless we all just gave up a tiny bit of our liberties and do whatever The Department of Homeland Security told us to do.


Now that the Bush administration is no longer in power, their legacy is bigger than ever and now you can't even feel safe in your own home because they have run amok and trampled every fucking Constitutional right you ever had.

THAT is the true Bush legacy.

Your damn straight I remember,I will never forget those criminal sonsabitches in fact.

The militarization and police state attitude exploded during their years in power and fundamentally changed this country down to its roots.
Not in a good way either.

I personally believe we will never be rid of the lasting effects of what those people purposely did and do you know why they did it?

Because THEY were scared clear out of their minds and didn't have the first fucking clue as how to deal with the terrorist attacks of 9/11.


If you look back at some of the stupid shit they pulled on the blissfully ignorant people of this country in their authoritatrian zeal, you will see a government without a rudder and a group of narcissistic tin horns casting about blindly, trying to get a grip on a situation they had no idea how to deal with.

Some of their actions were just slap stick comedy gold in retrospect but because they had the full weight and authority of the United States government behind them, they just kept pulling the trigger in a spray and pray spectacle of incompetence with real life consequences for the rest of us.

So yeah, I remember.
I also personally decided way back then that if was the best our government could come up with, then we were good and screwed and whatever authoritarian police state horse shit laws, rules and regulations they were coming up with were setting a very dangerous precedent for our countries future and that I wasn't going to play their little game.

I love my country and you can label me any way you want.

I know the difference between right and wrong.


Obama has just expanded on what the Bush administration started.

Two wrongs do not make a right.

If and when we ever do get someone back in office who doesn't let the intoxicating power go to his or her head, I would dearly love to see the DHS completely dismantled, the return to the Rule Of Law mandated and a complete purging of the Justice Department.

Then I want some accountability restored and Wall Street burned to the fucking ground.

A Simple, Maddeningly Frustrating, Strategy Game To Try

When I say maddeningly frustrating, I'm not joking.

I have been playing this off and on for several years now and I can finally beat it on the "medium" setting pretty regularly with all my "lives" left. Not always though because the fucker will throw you a curveball once in a while even after using the exact same set up you used to beat it before.

It's called Desktop Tower Defense.
If you are into mental self abuse, this is the game for you.

If you decide to try it, the very first thing you want to do is look down in the lower right hand corner of the screen when it loads and turn the sound off. It will drive you crazy after a while if you don't. Then start with the easy setting to get an idea of what it is you are trying to do. One tip, you want to be constantly upgrading your little pill boxes and expanding your maze to keep the constantly revolving eeeevil monsters busy. They get harder and harder to kill as time goes by.

It can be beat, there are some smart little fuckers out there who have this thing figured out as you can see.



Trust me when I say, it ain't that easy.

Go ahead and bookmark the link and mess with it when you have some time to kill.
You can cuss me later in the comments.

Willful Ignorance Is No Excuse

For decade upon decade the American people have been getting completely and quite rudely, fucked over and treated like stupid sheep.

Amazingly, quite a few of them have ignored what is right in front of their eyes,all they had to do was focus.
Open their fucking eyes and really SEE what is right in front of them

George Carlin was a brilliant comedian but he was also extremely observant,perceptive and able to step back and look at the big picture .

Clear back in 2005 , before he died, he laid it out. Plain as the nose on your face, he spelled it out so clearly that even the most willfully ignorant cocksucker in this country could put it together.

Simple, like so many of our fellow citizens, who are apparently so fucking stupid that they couldn't pour piss out of a boot with the instructions printed on the heel.

For those who need it spelled out again, pay attention this time.

The only thing that has changed in the eight years since is that there is another generation of uneducated motherfuckers out there who need to have the stupid ingrained into them be replaced with some self respect and a healthy dose of righteous indignance.
In case you have never seen this, here is your reality in America.

There is a club.
You are never going to be in it.

Just A Little Sumpin'

For your Saturday night enjoyment.

Gunslinger

A music video by Avenged Sevenfold.

It's That Time Again

You do like your steaks well done, yes?



Actually, I just went down and had the propane tank filled but that is no guarantee there won't be a flame out, I have had it before when the little grease cup underneath the grill I was using filled up with chicken grease and then caught on fire.
That was a total waste of good beer at the time.

How The NSA Used The Internet

It says used instead of uses because the handbook guide the gentleman produced for them was outdated before it was published and he even told them that.

The handbook Untangling The Web was printed back in 2007 when internet technology was still exploding and some of the resources mentioned no longer exist.

Still, it is a very useful tool and can be used to this day.

The NSA is collecting millions of emails and phone calls from normal Americans, but sometimes they've got to use Google like you and me. The 642-page guidebook Untangling The Web (pdf) was written in 2007 by Robyn Winder and Charlie Speight, according to MuckRock, which obtained the document in a FOIA request. The guide is written in a surprisingly down-to-earth, equivocating style for a book published by an organization whose headquarters looks like something from the Minority Report set, full of literary references and light-hearted asides.

You can download the .pdf file for yourself and peruse it at your leisure here.

One of the more intriguing parts of the manual is a section that gives researches tips on "Google hacking." Also known as "Google dorking," the technique relies on using creative Google searches to turn up information accidentally made public on the web. "In short," according to Untangling The Web, "it's using clever but legal techniques to find information that doesn't belong on the public internet." This includes "personal and/or financial information," "userids, computer or account logins, passwords," and "sensitive government information." For example, one can search for "stock words and phrase" that might signal sensitive data such as "Proprietary, confidential, not for distribution, etc." Coupled with searches for specific filetypes, especially excel spreadsheets and Word Documents, one might stumble upon some nugget of secret info.

I will admit I have been busier than a one legged man at an ass kicking contest lately and have not had time to read the whole thing but I have it and plan to read it thoroughly because it it has some seriously helpful internet browsing tips in it.


Nice to know one of the most powerful and secretive government agencies in the world had to have it's own version of The Idiots Guide To The Internet though.




Speaking of the internet, I would like to thank FARK for the link to GAWKER who had the link to MuckRock who actually did the FOI request to get the damn thing.

Ain't the internets grand?

Cross posted over at Ornery Bastard.

U.S.Dept Of Defense Blocks Access To DEFCON Download Site

That didn't take long but the horse is out of the barn anyway.
The files have been downloaded over a half a million times as of yesterday but the US Government now has "This file has been removed from public access at the request of the US Department of Defense Trade Controls . Until further notice, the United States government claims control of the information." splashed across the top of the website.
Interestingly enough, there is also this;



So the Department of Defense and the State Department both have stuck their fingers in the dike.

Good luck trying to hide smoke with a sieve boys.

The information has already been spread clear around the globe.

Ain't the internets grand?

Unfortunately, my downloads got interrupted because my motherfucking internet provider is too fucking incompetent to keep their God damned network running more that twenty two hours a day and it took a big dump right in the middle of my download.
I have the file name for one file but everything in the file is fucked and it won't even open because it didn't finish downloading before Comcast had another "service interruption episode".

Dirty sonsabitches,Damn they piss me off.

It doesn't matter, I wasn't probably ever going to actually do anything with it anyway.

It was just one of those "the government doesn't want you to do this" kind of thing and in my heart I feel that they can pretty much go fuck themselves at this point.
Hypocritical fuckheads anyway. They want to limit our access to certain firearms so bad they can taste it then turn right the fuck around and GIVE them to fucking rebels in other countries!

So now the barn door is closed, temporarily I bet, and they can all pat themselves on the back for keeping 'Merka safe or some such bullshit and I'm sure hoping Mr. Cody Wilson has some lawyers with big fucking balls behind him because I can guaranfuckingtee ya the Feds are trying to figure out a way to charge him with something as we live and breathe.

So let Freedom ring motherfuckers, next thing ya know they will be buying up all the extra printable plastic supplies for Homeland Security. Can you say plastic bullets? Sure ya can.


Score one for liberty in the mean time.

Dumbass

Some peoples kids.

Cleaning Lady Discovers IED in Teen's Room: Police

(Newser) – Think of all the things you imagine a cleaning woman might find in an 18-year-old male's room. An IED probably wasn't on your list. But that's exactly what police say an Arizona housecleaner discovered yesterday afternoon in a Tempe home. After spotting a suspicious-looking device with wires coming out of it, the apparently very brave woman took it to the fire station, where it was X-rayed and determined to be an improvised explosive device that was ready to be detonated, authorities say. "It was something that wasn't big, but could cause serious injuries and the death of someone," says a Tempe police sergeant.

The bomb squad disabled the device and then searched the home—the woman showed police photos she had taken of other suspicious items in the teen's room, the Arizona Republic reports. Police found other bomb-making materials and ultimately arrested high school senior Joshua Prater, 18. They say there was no indication Prater intended to attack his school; they still aren't sure what his plans for the device were. If true, this detail doesn't exactly qualify Prater's parents for the Responsible-Adults-of-the-Year award: They reportedly told police Prater's friends taught him how to make bombs, MyFox Phoenix reports.

The dumbshit has just been entered into "The System" for the rest of his life.

I knew a couple of guys in High school who thought it would be cool to make a pipe bomb,once.

As I recall the bright one wound up blowing half his fucking hand off and the other one wound up with a gut load of shrapnel that damn near killed him.

This shit isn't playdoh kiddies, this is deadly stuff.

To leave it laying around for the maid to find and rat you out ain't the epitome of intelligence either.

What A Surprise, The Narrative On The Shoot Out With Boston Bombers Was Spun, Hard.

Oh those poor gullible official stenographers.
Punk'd again.

I kind of lost track but I think revision V4.0 is in the works.

The way the nation met 33-year-old MBTA Transit Police officer Richard Donohue was — like much of the conflicting information from that night of mayhem in Watertown, Massachusetts — violent, fast, and scary: He was exchanging fire with the Tsarnaev brothers, the story went, and he took a gun shot to his right thigh from the Boston bombing suspects — an injury that would see Donohue lose all of his own blood, sever three blood vessels, send him into cardiac arrest, and almost die. Now comes a more complete picture, with more eyewitnesses telling a new story, that Donohue was probably shot by a fellow police officer.

"A black SUV appeared, and rapid gun fire was focused on the vehicle," Dyson wrote in a statement provided to the Globe, referring to the vehicle Tsarnaev allegedly drove in his escape. "It appeared to me that an individual at the corner [of the street] fell to the ground and had probably been hit in the gunfire."

Dyson's account of the guns-blazing getaway seems to indicate that Donohue was shot while Dzhokhar was fleeing (and running over his brother) and that the gunfire was one-way, not an exchange between the suspects and the cops. Indeed, the Globe reports that the Tsarnaev brothers were no longer armed as Dzhokhar drove away, which would seem to align with updated reports about the next day that the younger Tsarnaev brother was not, in fact, armed when authorities captured him in a Watertown boat.

"Two witnesses support Dyson's account that Donohue appeared to be wounded in the final volley of shots fired at the fleeing younger suspect."

That is three eyewitness contradicting the "Official Narrative".

What can we learn from this kiddies?

Never trust what is being disseminated by the news corporations in this country at first blush.

There is always, and I mean ALWAYS, some kind of prejudice contaminating it.

It is flat out impossible these days to get objective news on anything, there is an agenda to be followed, even if the truth has to be twisted into knots to do it.

I don't care what they are talking about either, there is always some kind of spin attached.

Some guy with a couple of guns and four boxes of ammo being portrayed as having an "arsenal" seems to be popular these days.

What is most telling about this agenda, is what isn't reported or the priority and repetition of certain news events.

Look at the difference between the Boston bombing news coverage and the Texas fertilizer plant blast, which was far more devastating.

On top of this manipulation is the 24 hour news cycle that has been implemented in this country.

If you want to see a perfect example of how our government takes advantage of it's ability to manipulate the news cycle, just start paying attention to the Late Friday News Dump that the government uses to try and hide news items it doesn't want highlited or overly noticed.

They have been doing that for years and years now.

Always remember that all the information made available to you through any Main Stream Media outlet has been vetted and run through a filter, all of it.

The story above is all the proof I need to make my point.

The 3D Printed Gun Is A Reality

I have to go to work so I am just going to post the link real quick and a picture.



I will talk more about this later.

The genie is out of the bottle.

Cinco De Mayo

Beuna suerte,gringos.

The Sound Of Madness

When ya gonna wake up and fight?

For yourself.

Computer Security Alert

For those who use Firefox as a browser, you need to pay attention to this!

There is a spyware company in Britain that works for the government there that has a program that can allow the monitoring and remote use of your computer that is disguised as Firefox.

Mozilla Takes Aim at Spyware That Masquerades as Firefox

Mozilla’s lawyers are sending a nasty gram to a U.K. company that writes spyware for government snoops.

The problem is that FinSpy masquerades as FireFox on the PC, according to researchers at The Citizen Lab, a University of Toronto-backed project that investigates technology and human rights.

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Mozilla says it’s sending the U.K. company that makes FinSpy, Gamma International, a cease-and-desist letter later today “demanding that these practices be stopped immediately.” Gamma International couldn’t immediately be reached for comment. FinFisher is the name of Gamma’s command and control server software that collects the surveillance data. It also makes FinSpy, the spyware that runs on the PC.



Gamma International markets its software as a “remote monitoring” program that government agencies can use to take control of computers and snoop on data and communications. In theory, it could be legitimately used for surveillance efforts by crime fighting agencies, but in practice, it has popped up as a spy tool unleashed against dissident movements operating against repressive regimes.

Citizen Lab researchers have seen it used against dissidents from Bahrain and Ethiopia. And in a new report, set to be released today, they’ve found it in 11 new countries: Hungary, Turkey, Romania, Panama, Lithuania, Macedonia, South Africa, Pakistan, Nigeria, Bulgaria, and Austria. That brings the total number of countries that have been spotted with FinFisher to 36.

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They found that when they right-clicked on the executable that contained the spyware and opened up the Windows “Properties” dialog box it contained information that was often identical to Firefox.

I originally found this at Boing Boing but their link goes to Wired.com.


From the link about the report in the Wired article, I got this;

Locations of FinFisher Command & Control Servers Found To Date: Australia, Austria, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Brunei, Bulgaria, Canada, Czech Republic, Estonia, Ethiopia, Germany, Hungary, India, Indonesia, Japan, Latvia, Lithuania, Macedonia, Malaysia, Mexico, Mongolia, Netherlands, Nigeria, Pakistan, Panama, Qatar, Romania, Serbia, Singapore, South Africa, Turkey, Turkmenistan, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom, United States, Vietnam.

My bold.

I used Firefox for years and loved it but I switched to Opera a while back. I still have Mozilla Firefox installed on my computer but it has been on there a long time. I'm certainly hoping that my Anti Virus programs would have caught this FinFisher program if it had tried to download its self in the mean time.


The way to tell the difference is at the top of the window when you right click and go to properties.


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I hope Mozilla sues the living dog shit out of these sonsabitches and puts them completely out of business.

My thanks to both Boing Boing and Wired.com for spreading the word.