Three Beers Later...

An Experiment in Adjusting an Alcohol-based Reality Filter. The more beer you drink, the more the world seems to make sense. I'm not sure if this is the beer's fault, or the world's. Experiments proceed. For pigeonholing purposes, I consider myself a South Park Conservative: I believe in Loose Women and Tight Borders but I'm getting anime porn and legally mandated lounges for day laborers...further adjustment to the model may be needed. e-mail me at slayerdaddy-AT-yahoo.com

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

MagPul to "flood" Colorado with low-cost 30-round rifle magazines

Magazine manufacturer aims to beat magazine grabbers in CO legislature at their own game...

Three Beers Later early exclusive of the MagPul sales push...

Sunday, February 24, 2013

A Mainstream Conservative Pundit Dares the Heart of Gun-Owning Darkness

A special guest editorial by Frumley Brooks, Esq., Mainstream Conservative Pundit

Acting in accordance with yet another Brooks family motto, "manibus vacuis, et ad imbecillum spinam," ("empty hands and a weak spine")* mainstream conservative pundit Frumley Brooks sets forth into the dark conservative heart of redstate California.

*Honestly, old boy, your family line seems to have more cadets than the Citadel. — TBL

This past Saturday, February 23rd, (or '.223' as they are inexplicably euphemizing it) was declared by the "commontariat" to be a National Day of Resistance to our Esteemed President Obama and his far-sighted and reasonable proposals that the American people should put their trust in the wise management of the public safety and order in the hands of a man who has so clearly shown his mettle in the management of the public fisc.

In order to demonstrate his "rad street cred" as the young people would express

it, on this issue, the author offers up this photographic representation of himself

exercising the lawful and appropriate use of arms with a firearm sufficient to any

individual's lawful pursuits: an exercise his family has pursued ever since the

first Brooks was ~~transported~~ emigrated to the vigorous "New World."

Donning attire appropriate to his assessment of the event, your correspondent ventured forth into the rustic confines of Bakersfield, California, where a firm named Bear Mountain Sporting Goods, devoted to the retailing of numerous implements available in any color as long as you wanted them in scary black, had organized the First Kern County Day of Resistance, although to your correspondent's perception it seemed the only thing Bakersfield was resisting was the shoveling-up of excess fertilizer. (Seriously, people, we do appreciate the vegetables, but the ungodly pong...)

An earnest young lady manning the gate with clipboard and tally sheet informed your correspondent that some 1400 people had already arrived. Unconfirmed reports later in the day would put the crowd as high as 2000, as parking overflowed the local streets, supervised by local Sheriff's Deputies and the California Highway Patrol (one loves the boots, you know, simply dashing).

Two gentlemen in black suits with name tags and earpieces circulated, largely ignored but objecting to being photographed, through the largely Caucasian and Hispanic crowd, which remained cheerful and in good order as they were harangued by Republican politicians from Sacramento (apparently there still are some), conservative activists and a gentleman from Cuba who claimed to see the same political tactics and practices his family fled there taking place here. (My good fellow: simply because one sees the same practices being employed, to the same ends, with the same result, is no good reason to assume any commonality of intent, as any graduate of a decent Ivy League humanities program can explain to you at length).

An earnest gentleman of substantial girth and excessive hair explained to a local newswoman that the Second Amendment was a civil right every bit as valid and important as those granted by the First, Fourth, and Fifth. Inexplicably he neglected the Third, which provides a valuable opportunity for our Esteemed President Obama to further advance his dynamic social experiments. Elsewhere, other individuals offered suggestion for the managing the intractable problem of gun violence.

In addition there were musical stylings by what your correspondent was assured is a very good country band, that brought back noisome remembrances of similar encounters with a Mr. Charles Daniel and one Leonard Skinner, who could not even spell the name of his band properly, at Mr. Sean Hannity's "Freedom Concerts".

But the most amazing spectacle of the day was watching firearms being simply given away, raffled off, including some rather alarming black rifles and shotguns. In spite of Our Esteemed President Obama's earnest efforts to reduce crime by making firearms too expensive to afford, your correspondent witnessed one such rifle being sold for over thirty-two hundred dollars, which must have put the price of these deadly prizes in five figures. Indeed, many people there seemed determined to make their most of a day at this event.

These are, we are assured both rarer than hen's teeth and more

precious than rubies, and the gentlemen who obtained two boxes

of them seemed to think he had had a good day.

One only hopes their satisfaction at their successful assembly comforts them as it inspires Our Esteemed President Obama to redouble his efforts to bring this nation to ~~heel~~ gether under one ~~boot~~ benevolent hand.

Note: Several typographical errors in this manuscript have been deliberately preserved, to present the reader with a sense of how hard it is to be a mainstream conservative pundit these days. You can almost feel sorry for them. — TBL

Frumley Brooks amends: It has been brought to my attention that certain other gentlemen (and women) of the broadcast "press" also attended this event. The gentle reader will forgive me my lapse; it is not, after all as though they were from PBS...

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Che Guevara Deploys to Amazon!

UPDATE

New inventory has shipped to Amazon! You may now resume your buying frenzy!

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The first book from my new publishing imprint is finally available!

CHE! The Lost Diaries by David Carter, debuts today on Amazon.com!

THE FACE THAT LAUNCHED A MILLION T-SHIRTS...

Che Guevara, revolutionary icon! Idol of college professors and rebellious adolescents of all ages! Master of women and the battlefield! Steely-eyed executioner of prisoners and economies! The Argentinian firebrand who traveled to Cuba, to Africa, and to South America to help the downtrodden peoples of the world throw off foreign intruders like... um... himself. Best-selling books have been written about him, award-winning movies have been made but trust us, this is a Che Guevara you've never seen before.

Che's treatment in history and culture was a pioneering case in the mainstreaming of evil: Hannah Arendt talked about the 'banality of evil' when she described Adolf Eichmann at his war crimes trial; But that banality doesn't just arise naturally. It has be manufactured.

As a military leader Che was an incompetent, as we see particularly in his African "campaign" and at the Bay of Pigs, where the CIA kept him and his troops out of the battle by means of a fireworks display set off on a small boat. Much more important to guard against that than rush off to where all those cannon and machine guns were firing.

(One might also mention that the African fiasco was so off-putting to Castro that Cuba did not meddle outside the western hemisphere again for nearly two decades, until the Soviets basically hired them to campaign in Angola and Rhodesia.)

As a political leader, he was lost. As minister of finance, he managed to bankrupt a country that was one of the world centers for gambling. He went broke with an island full of casinos and brothels to skim.

Che was, a best, a thug. An inept thug. But give him an enemy on his knees, and he was a tiger. Che personally oversaw hundreds of political prisoners heroically executed after the revolution.

Yet most people, with the assistance of a compliant western media and intelligentsia, never saw the bodies. In love with the glamorized Cuban Revolution, Errol Flynn's melodramatic Cuban Rebel Girl come to life, not to mention Time and Look, what they saw were the photographs of the triumphant procession into Havana and the glamorous Korda photographs of Che looking off into an undefined future like a homicidal extra in another Korda's Shape of Things to Come.

Now, years later, you have kids running around in Che t-shirts who have no idea who the hell the guy they're wearing was. His real evil and the greater evil he represents have been diluted into inconsequentiality and social acceptability.

As David Carter writes in his introduction, "...while the devil would no doubt swell with pride if he were to be confronted with a mere recitation of his iniquities, it is said that he hates laughter, particularly laughter at his own expense. Ridicule is a powerful weapon, sometimes more powerful than a thundering denunciation, and there is a dimension to Che’s characterthat invites mockery, to wit, his sheer incompetence..."

So read this book and laugh, and while your laughter is marinating Che's roasting soul in hell, give some thought to some other contemporary figures worthy of your scorn, and indulge yourself there as well.

And if that's not enough...