I'm in love--with my new handgun. I went shooting this morning, partly in commemoration of the savages for whom this day has been set aside by the American authorities and the traitors who advocate for them. I used a Wilson Combat .45 ACP. I was--according to my companions--extraordinarily accurate, a 'natural' as they put it. Almost all of my shots hit home. I haven't used a handgun since my South African days 13 years ago. As I've mentioned before, in my late 20s I lived in Pretoria, South Africa, after travelling around Southern Africa, and trained with a local cadre of Boere Nationalists. (Hoe gaan dit my vriende?). When I was a boy I had a BB-gun and sometimes used a .22 with a friend's dad in the woods of New York and Connecticut. When I say 'shooting' here I'm referring to firing handguns and rifles at a local shooting range--not targeting pheasants, deer, neighbourhood moggies, and university students, which in the US is called 'hunting'. It's all very confusing. But I'm sure you knew that. Using a firearm gives one a measure of real power, which, given the general trajectory of things, might be of benefit to you and yours.
16 January 2012
Shooting Practice
I'm in love--with my new handgun. I went shooting this morning, partly in commemoration of the savages for whom this day has been set aside by the American authorities and the traitors who advocate for them. I used a Wilson Combat .45 ACP. I was--according to my companions--extraordinarily accurate, a 'natural' as they put it. Almost all of my shots hit home. I haven't used a handgun since my South African days 13 years ago. As I've mentioned before, in my late 20s I lived in Pretoria, South Africa, after travelling around Southern Africa, and trained with a local cadre of Boere Nationalists. (Hoe gaan dit my vriende?). When I was a boy I had a BB-gun and sometimes used a .22 with a friend's dad in the woods of New York and Connecticut. When I say 'shooting' here I'm referring to firing handguns and rifles at a local shooting range--not targeting pheasants, deer, neighbourhood moggies, and university students, which in the US is called 'hunting'. It's all very confusing. But I'm sure you knew that. Using a firearm gives one a measure of real power, which, given the general trajectory of things, might be of benefit to you and yours.
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Well done,man! As that famous long haired fellow once said (before finding himself at the wrong end of one) : "Happiness is a warm gun..."
Dit gaan baie goed my vriend.
Cheers,
Rob
I spent a chilly Sunday morning honing my aim with a Kalashnikov. One heartening thing about the coming crisis is that European Americans are buying firearms in massive quantities. I've yet to go to the local firearms store without its being bustling.
Love the .45 and the holes in targets....
I shoot with the .45 ACP as well. As much as I love the look of a revolver, the big handle and frame of a semi-automatic offers superior control.
And are people still wetting their pants about any criticism of MLK? Time to grow up and grow a pair.
A .45 is my chocie too. No other firearm becomes, in my opinon, such a natural extension of your body.
I have no idea what MLK means - off a googling I shall go.
Ha! I thought it was to do with Harvey MIlk!
Pass me the dunce's cap I'll go quietly, tell me when it's time to come out of the corner.
Alas in good old England we are no longer to be trusted with pistols. I can (and do) have a 7.62 sniper rifle and shotguns but a handgun would make me dangerous. Go figure.
oye! who's getting yelled at? inquiring minds wanna know!
Anon @-6:31 ~ An earnest young American who disagrees with my writings and likes to let me know it in fevered tones--and yet can't stay away from here (one of several, I gather). I'm a pretty awesome guy--as I'm the first to admit-- but occasionally these people get tiresome.
.45s are nice, but the benefit of carrying a revolver, for those of us with carry licenses, is that it doesn't jam. Less ammo, but a full mag with a stovepipe in the chamber isn't going to do it for you when it's time to reach out and touch someone. Personal choice of course.
Mon Amiral,
I don't know if it is part of the character you are building for us, readers desperately looking for adventure, or if it is your real personnality (I'll be satisfied with any of these statements) but you do remind me a lot of the Nietzschean-inspired Jack London's Wolf Larsen character.
And it is nothing but the most beautiful compliment coming out of my mouth.
Hope to read more of your South African epic tale that is quite exotic for a continental european like me.
The Colt 1911 45 ACP was my carry weapon in the USMC, and is my favorite.
To hell with the people who are afraid of law abiding citizens carrying firearms.
This is what would keep a lot of women from being molested (but keep a lot of TV series from having any story).
Being able to hurt someone is what keeps you from being a victim.
However, when you carry, you do, or should, feel the responsibility that comes from being able to kill someone. I do.
It was a sad day back in 1990 something when I received my father in laws 45, 9mm and 357 mag because England had outlawed them because of one idiot up north. Apologies gin and time leave me unable to be more specific on the dates. Cheers Dave
@ Tabitha
Don't spend too much time trying to understand race in America; you'll start to feel like Alice in Wonderland!
Your illustration reminded me of once when I returned home from a practical pistol session with a silhouette target satisfying perforated. I taped it to the fireplace to admire, but my wife, who had previously been supportive of my bulls-eye target work, reacted unfavorably. Being a nurse, she was unaccustomed to passing judgment on the moral deserts of the traumatized or their paper representations. She was nice about it, of course, as was I in removing it from her sight.
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