Sunday Thoughts: Some Fun with a Ruger, Some Not Fun with Progs

Back in Durham after an extended stay in Wilmington. Had some electrical problems in the house, with one circuit breaker continually tripping and plunging me into an eerie internet-free world. Salvation came in the form of a very clever, cheap, and resourceful local electrician who figured it all out, and tracked down the evil device that threatened to convert my house into a socialist wonderland of darkness. For $25--yes, you read that correctly--he came out on a Saturday morning, did all sorts of magical tests with some yellow gizmo--I believe that is the correct term--found and replaced the bad piece of gear, i.e., an outside electrical socket.

Existing without internet for a couple of days led me into mischief, as you would expect. While the Diplowife went off with her little friends to the local gym, I Jeeped to my favorite local gun store, Backwater Guns, and bought a very nice Liberty gun safe, which they promptly delivered. Sitting in my basement, the safe, however, looked cavernous, sad, and (sorta) empty--and we all know that violates the Constitution's right to bear arms, and the Declaration of Independence's pursuit of happiness. Can't have that.

I, therefore, returned to Backwater and bought a Ruger PC 9 carbine. As its name reveals, it comes chambered in 9 mm. It uses ordinary Glock or Ruger pistol mags, and it can shoot! I am not a huge fan of the 9 mm--just a little fan--but the Euro slug has certain virtues: fast, accurate, light, and, of course, relatively cheap when compared to God's caliber, the tank-stopping, All-American .45 cal--"Stand up and take your hat off when I mention the .45, son!" 

After running some Bore Bright through the barrel, I took this little gem to the local range in Wilmington. Put 200 rounds of 115 grain and 124 grain through it very quickly without a single jam or misfire. At 20 yards, I was Annie Oakley. The Ruger would not let me leave the X ring: I tried, but no, some sort of Elon Musk self-aiming mechanism must have taken over and forced me to become a good shot, for that day, at least. Anyhow, a lot of fun, and seems it would serve as a pretty good home defense weapon. With the sling I will put on it, this little carbine definitely also has the cool factor--an essential feature in any gun, naturally.

On the not so fun side of life, I see that the crazy progs continue their efforts to destroy the country. The situation at the border has become insane; it is an invasion, no other word fits. I long ago recommended (February 17, 2017, for example) the need to build the wall, of course, and shut down the border and start closing at least some of Mexico's fifty-two consular and diplomatic offices in the US as a way to pressure Mexico's rulers into doing what they must do. I have heard progs say shutting down the border won't do anything, because the migrants will still cross. Yes, but it will put huge financial pressure on powerful Mexican exporters--and the US companies who make stuff in Mexico--to get their government to start putting an end to this madness.

The Russian Collusion stuff should be dead and gone, but some progs just can't let it go. They continue with their efforts to pull a coup. They cooked up the Collusion story, and, as FBI officials have admitted under oath, without the salacious nonsense of the DNC-bought Steele Dossier, they would not have gotten the FISA warrants. That doesn't stop inveterate liars such as Adam Schiff from prattling on and on. This is a man who should be forced off the Intel Committee, if not Congress; at a minimum he should lose his security clearances. He is a liar and a dangerous national security loon. Be gone!

OK, off to help my son buy a BBQ.