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November 25, 2013
Store up the firewood: 1774, 1859, 1913, 1928, 1938 ...
What was it like to live in those years? Looking back, we wonder if the subsequent catastrophes were by that point inevitable. Indeed, some foresaw the coming horrors. Yet not enough did. Even those who did were powerless to stop the onrushing violence. - -Downgrade DiaryPosted by gerardvanderleun at November 25, 2013 12:39 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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I'm just cleaning my guns.
No, really. Went shooting with daughter and her beau, great fun. Popped the gong repeatedly with state of the art modern carbine, optic site.
Popped the gong at will without the optic. Dug out General Patton's favorite rifle, popped the gong at will. Snagged first old Mosin by the door and stuffed it with forty year old Soviet ammo, and, yes, smacked crap out of the gong at will.
Taught natural point of aim, posture, breathing control, and trigger squeeze.
Best expenditure of time in weeks.
I keep my back to the wall, like to see who's coming in...
Posted by: TmjUtah at November 25, 2013 7:39 PM
I'm just cleaning my guns.
No, really. Went shooting with daughter and her beau, great fun. Popped the gong repeatedly with state of the art modern carbine, optic site.
Popped the gong at will without the optic. Dug out General Patton's favorite rifle, popped the gong at will. Snagged first old Mosin by the door and stuffed it with forty year old Soviet ammo, and, yes, smacked crap out of the gong at will.
Taught natural point of aim, posture, breathing control, and trigger squeeze.
Best expenditure of time in weeks.
I keep my back to the wall, like to see who's coming in...
Posted by: TmjUtah at November 25, 2013 7:41 PM