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Dedicated to the Life and Service of Captain Witold Pilecki - May 13, 1901 to May 25, 1948

*WARNING* This blog may contain posts and content that has "salty" language or "graphic" photos. Told ya!


All 58,173 (and counting) gun laws nationwide are infringements. REPEAL THEM ALL & DISBAND THE ATF!

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Opening Arguments - Schiff Can't Do Anything But LIE!

And make up stories. He is also as moronic as Shmuckie Schemer, referring to the United states as a "Democracy" not the Constitutional Republic it actually is. Sound is off for now, I'll just listen to Rush.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Senate Trial..Day 1

I've already shut the sound off on Shmuckie Schemer. If he doesn't know by now that we are a REPUBLIC NOT A DEMOCRACY, then he has nothing to say I need to hear.

Here is my prediction....Trump WILL make history by becoming the first U.S. President to be re-elected after being impeached.

If the Demon-Craps retain control of The House of Representatives, he will make history AGAIN by becoming the first U.S. President to be impeached more than once. How many more times depends on the lies and stupidity of house Demon-Crap leadership.

Monday, January 20, 2020

Sunday...A Day At The Range

I got to try out the Marlin 1894CB yesterday. It was pretty chilly, but preliminary results are pretty good.

First off, yes...I used live ammo. In order to properly test the gun, I had to use actual ammo, both commercial and my hand loads. Three out of four of Col. Cooper's Four Rules of Gun Safety were observed (only because I was not planning to shoot, target and backstop were not considered). Modern Marlin lever guns have a cross-block safety for added protection. My 1971 vintage 336 in .30-.30 does not, so trigger discipline is paramount on that gun.

Cooper's Four Rules of Gun Safety

  • All guns are always loaded.
  • Never let the muzzle cover anything you are not willing to destroy.
  • Keep your finger off the trigger till your sights are on the target.
  • Identify your target, and what is behind it.

I started by cycling some ammo through it Saturday night. These guns can be finicky with certain ammo types. My gun functioned with whatever I put in it. I loaded the magazine to capacity, and then cycled the lever to completely unload it. I did my .38 Special hand loads, my .357 Magnum hand loads, and American Eagle (Federal) .357 Magnum. The only problem occurred when I flubbed the lever. DOH!

Sunday I went out to lunch at a Japanese restaurant with my wife, daughter, and my wife's girlfriend. I haven't had Sushi in a long time, so that's what I had, and it was delicious (I know, I ate fish bait, don't judge me, bro!) At the range that afternoon, I set up a target at 50 yards and loaded my .38 Specials. Out of the box I was on paper but to the left. With .38s it is almost like shooting a .22, because of the heft of that octagon barrel. I pounded the target with a couple of more magazines of .38

I drifted the rear sight a little to the right, then put up a fresh target at 50 yards and loaded up the magazine with the American Eagle .357 Magnums. While the round is more substantial, felt recoil is not a problem. The .357s were right on and made a tighter group than the .38s, and my point of aim was six o'clock. A couple more magazines, and then I burned up all my .357 Magnum hand loads, and while not quite as hot as the American Eagles, they functioned fine.

I put a target out at 100 yards, and started with the American Eagle .357 Magnums. Using a zero hold, I plunked all the rounds in the center of a small silhouette splatter target. This was all done with the stock buckhorn sights and 57 year old eyes with bi-focals. I put a fresh target up and switched to .38 Specials. By aiming at the head on the silhouette, the bullets smacked the center of the chest area. I say smacked, because I could hear the bullets hit the target with the slower .38s

I switched from the Marlin to my Ruger GP-161. I retrieved the target stand and set it up at 7 yards, then proceeded to chew out the target centers with both single and double action. The only ammo I brought home was for my US Patriot 1775 sniper rifle, which I chose not to shoot since it was cold and getting late. My club rules say that the range closes at sunset, but in the winter that is fixed at 4 PM. After daylight savings we go by the posted list of sunset times.

I love this rifle! The only thing I am going to change is the rear sight. I want to install a Skinner Peep sight, and it mounts to the pre-drilled and tapped area on the top of the receiver. The buckhorn seems like it could be fragile and prone to being damaged. The peep sight is more sturdy. Skinner also sells a little blued blank dovetail piece to go where the original sight is for a clean looking install.

This is an 1894 "Assault Weapon" that with practice, I can throw a shit ton of lead in the direction of hostile subjects. Instead of ammo belts like a Mexican bandit, I envision dumping a couple of boxes of shells in a pouch on my belt, and grabbing shells individually to stuff into the loading gate for topping off the magazine.

L.O.D.D. January 18, 1990

Saturday the 18th was the 30th anniversary of a very sad day in my life. It was the day LT. Gary M. Passaro died of a heart attack in the line of duty during a mass casualty drill. I remember it like it happened last week. Below is a newspaper clipping:

This drill had been planned for months, and was a multi-agency event. Surrounding fire departments and their ambulances, CT State Police, CT D.E.P., town workers and officials, and our hospital ER doctor to oversee and evaluate. The plan was to tone it out in real time, with all apparatus and personnel responding as though the real deal, with lights and sirens. I was designated as the staging officer for the ambulances, and was coordinating sending them up one at a a time to receive "victims." Although it was January, it was not all that cold that night, so hose lines were full of water and pumpers were operating. As the drill progressed quickly, there were no ambulances left but ours, and I found myself alone at my post. It seemed as though things were winding down. All of a sudden, the chief calls for our ambulance to the entrance of the school. There was no crew, just me. So, I get in and tell him I am on the way. I thought to myself, "I thought we were almost done, now what?" There is a rule in the fire service that you're not supposed to drive over charged hose lines, especially the large diameter supply lines. As I tried to find a way around the hoses to get to the door, I found myself past the point of no return, and going around the school on the perimeter road. DAMMIT! I had to go out to the road and back into the school. The chief is now screaming over the radio for the ambulance, and I said to myself, " want an ambulance, YOU GOT IT!" I hit the throttle and launched over the hose lines and headed for the door. No sooner did I put it in park, the drivers door is yanked open, I am grabbed and pulled out of the ambulance, someone is loaded in the back, and a driver gets in and then pulls away with lights and siren. I am standing there with a couple of other firefighters like...what the fuck was THAT!? All they said was someone got hurt and had to be transported. I don't remember exactly what happened next, but I do remember being back at the firehouse when word came on who and what the emergency was. An hour or so later, word came that Gary didn't survive. I went home that night in stunned disbelief. My wife just did not understand the gravity of what I just went through.

In the following days was the wake, funeral, and burial. I don't remember too many details, just being there. But I do remember it had turned colder, and being cold standing outside. Things were so different then; we were ordered the following at the next monthly meeting, "the events of January 18th are over, and we are never to speak of them again." That is actually recorded in the minutes of the meeting, of which I still have a copy. Makes me want to puke just thinking about it.

Well, the events of January 18, 1990 are spoken of....every those of us that are still around and want to remember Gary. On my right wrist I have worn for years a stainless steel engraved band that reads:

Lieutenant Gary M. Passaro
Tolland Fire Department
End of Watch January 18, 1990

After his death, a flagpole was put up in his honor with a stone at the base. In 2010 for the 20th anniversary, a local landscape company donated material and labor to create a wonderful lighted memorial garden with monuments and three flagpoles. Our state representative and senator introduced legislation to have the bridge on RT. 195 over I-84 named in his honor. His name is read by daily commuters and everyone going to and from UConn. I hope inquiring minds go online to look him up to see who he was. This past fall, we all got together and cleaned and trimmed the memorial garden, which no one from the town or FD is tasked with maintaining. It looked great for Saturday, and I also went and spiffed up Gary's grave since his family is no longer in the area.

Saturday afternoon we were expecting the impending snowstorm. Because the anniversary date was on a Saturday, we decided to hold the ceremony at 3 PM, during daylight since we weren't having to rush home from work to stand in the dark. I requested the Patriot Guard to stand a flag line, which they did. Raising the flags from half-staff, laying the wreath, and tolling of the bell, the whole thing lasted 20 minutes, and ended just as the snow started. A couple of us went across the road to the bar & grill for a beer to toast Gary.

FYI....two other firefighters were killed in the line of duty in Kommiecticut in 1990. FF Heriberto Rivera and FF Howard Hughes, both of Waterbury, were killed when their fire engine lost it's brakes coming down a steep hill and crashed into a huge tree. The crash happened right near Waterbury Hospital, but there was no saving them.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Happy Birthday, Sir!

Today is Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King's actual birthday. Had he not been assassinated on April 4, 1968 he would be 91 today. Since black men tend to live longer than white men, he could most certainly still be with us.

That said, I think things would be different if he had been alive to today, and he would be saddened and disgusted if he were to suddenly appear on Earth today. As a white man of 57, I try to treat all individuals as Dr. King wished, judged on the content of their character not on the color of their skin.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

New Addition To The Arsenal

It has been a few years since I bought a new firearm. I had been planning on buying a version of this rifle since mid-2016, holding off until right after Christmas. Nope, got laid off in August of that year and was unemployed for seven months so no toys. When the employment picture changed and I had money from my Dad's estate to make such a purchase, I found that there were none to be had anyway. The rifle I desired was a lever action Marlin 1894C in .38 SPL/.357 MAG, to be paired with my Ruger GP-161. I envisioned how nice it would be to have a pistol caliber carbine/pistol combination that was free from Kommiecticut's gun-grabbing tyrants. They were obviously made of unobtainium, so I stopped looking for a while.

Several months back I got an email from the largest gun store in the state, featuring Marlin lever action rifles. There it 1894C Carbine for sale and in stock for $699.99. But the same reason that I went dark on the blog and Twitterverse was the same reason I didn't jump at buying a new firearm (a potential job that most likely would have L.E. wanting to "verify" my firearms). So rather than hide one more that was brand new, I held off. That job didn't pan out, so today I paid a visit to Hoffman's Gun Center. I didn't get the rifle I wanted, I got the rifle I REALLY WANTED!

Marlin 1894 CB (Cowboy) in .38 Special/.357 Magnum. 20 inch octagon barrel and 10 round magazine.

I looked at many versions of this rifle from different manufacturers; Rossi, Winchester, Henry, and Uberti. The features I wanted and the price kept bringing me back to the Marlin. Side gate loading (sorry Henry), not a "toy" (like the Rossi, and what is with that goofy little toggle safety?), easy to mount a scope (not on a Winchester, has to go off to the side), and the price of the Uberti that is built exactly like the Winchester 1873...YIKES!! Upon further research, I decided I really wanted to get the 1894CB (Cowboy) with a 20" octagon barrel and larger magazine capacity. These were really hard to track down and I was having no luck, until today. I went to Hoffman's ready to plunk down the cash for the 1894C Carbine and asked to see it. He brings me an 1894CB! Holy shit, what a beauty....and I couldn't get my ID and credit card out fast enough. It was way more expensive than the carbine at $929.99, but I did not care and bought it. I was tempted to shoot it today, but didn't have the time to properly prepare and then travel to my club range. I will do it another weekend day in the near future. For now, it is still N.I.B. (New In Box). On the way home I stopped at Cabela's to burn up some old gift cards to get a box of ammo for it. I picked up a box of 50 American Eagle (Federal) .357 Magnum 158 gr Jacketed Soft-Nose rounds. These have yellow Federal brass perfect for reloading, and I have a shit-load of my recipe .38 Special loads with a 158 gr plated flat nose ready to shoot.

I had a discussion with a Fudd (see the definition of Fudd I have on my blog Home page) about wanting this particular firearm. When I told him I wanted side-gate loading to be able to SAFELY top-off a magazine on a loaded rifle (can't do that on a Henry), his response was that I was some kind of nut. He asked me if I had Indian troubles over at my place. I want all my firearms to be able to be purposed for defense...whether against the EBT dependent zombies, the jack-booted government goons, or the wildlife raiding my hen house

That was not the only highlight of the day. I ran my home standby generator for it's quarterly preventative maintenance run under a load. The wife was out with a girlfriend so the garage was empty. I could roll the generator out without having to move her vehicle first. I use a set of halogen floodlamps to load the generator, and run it for 1/2 hour. After it cools down, I top off the fuel and cover it up to put away. While doing the generator, I realized I forgot to get compressor oil on the way back from the gun shop. I had already drained it, I just needed to put in the replacement oil, but did not have enough. I KNOW.....I'LL TAKE MY BIKE!! The weather system that has been pounding many areas of the country graced us in Southern New England with just a splash of rain, but temperatures that soared into the 70's this afternoon. The roads were nice and dry and the wind was not as fierce as they said it was going to be. I had a pleasant late afternoon ride out and back, returning home at dusk. It was only 30 miles round trip, but just enough to satisfy my two-wheel cravings for a while.

Saturday, January 11, 2020

The Saturday Evening Post

Not the magazine that used to feature Norman Rockwell art on the cover, but my musings of the day.

Today was the fourth Patriot Guard mission I have done in the past two weeks. There is not a better bunch of people I could be associated with, or an organization (and I use the term loosely here) to belong to. Today's flag line was picture perfect....literally...mourners were stopping to take pictures of us as they were arriving at the cemetery for burial. There were about 15 of us lined up, with the sun and a stiff breeze at our backs. The flags were straight out ahead of each person, and we were lined up to the right of the grave and mourners. The military honors were rendered by a three-man rifle squad with an Army buck Sargent and Command Sargent Major doing the flag. The flag was handed to the deceased's son by the C.S.M. This mission was unusual for me because I was armed. Normally I am not, though going forward that will change, at least for the in-state missions. The reason I was armed today is because of the funeral mass location....the mean streets of Hartford.

We parked for free in a private pay lot across from the church and lined up on Church Street in front of St. Patrick-St. Anthony Catholic Church. There were four members on their bikes today, but not me. I will not ride on crummy road conditions, even though it was warm and sunny my driveway is all muddy and the roads were wet from condensation and covered with salt residue. I readily admit to being a motorcycle pussy or fair-weather rider. Anyway, just about every day, there is a shooting, stabbing, or other act(s) of violence committed in Hartford. Several P.G.R. members are usually armed, but today I thought it prudent to be one of them. My biker vest is made with concealed carry pockets, left or right handed, and my Ruger SR9c compact 9mm fits nicely in the left side pocket for right hand cross-draw. There was no trouble, but you don't go without fire extinguishers in your house because the town has a fire department, do you? Same thing.

We are having a short stretch of warm weather, known as "The January Thaw." Some idiots are freaking out because it is so warm, in the mid 60's and even warmer tomorrow before cooling down to the 40's. However, according to the weather report on last night's late news, this has happened 41 times since records have been kept during the last 114 years. I grilled hotdogs outside on the deck for supper in shirt sleeves and my slippers. Tomorrow morning we'll have a little rain, but back to clearing and sun by afternoon. I'm sure the followers of the autistic little truant from Sweden would read this and scream "how dare you!" How dare I? Fuck you and your fellow commie watermelon environazis, you just want to steal my property, wealth, and freedom! The hoax of man made climate change is just your little scheme to try and accomplish it.

Back to the P.G.R., I have a mission request in for next Saturday to stand a flag line for the annual memorial service for a fallen fellow firefighter. I have spoken to both state Ride Captains in person about it and the mission will be broadcast this week. Saturday will be the 30th anniversary of his tragic passing, and I was there on the incident when it occurred. I will only coordinate with the P.G.R. members for setup, and then stand at the memorial in my dress uniform. Those of us that were there that fateful night lay the wreath at his memorial plaque. The FD Honor Guard handles the flag detail and the tolling of the bell 5-5-5. The bell signal is a fire service tradition, that when there is a line of duty death, they would ring box alarm 5-5-5 at all the firehouses to let everyone know. I went to the cemetery yesterday to clean up his grave. His family is all gone from the area, so it is up to us that remember him to ensure he is not forgotten.

Sunday, January 5, 2020

Forest Carry For Hiking

I took my little tough guy miniature poodle for a hike this afternoon in the vast forest behind my property. One of my neighbors purchased a 25+/- acre parcel that touches one corner of my property, and he said I am welcome out there anytime. He has done a lot of work building and clearing access roads. He always had a shooting range on his property closer to his house, but his new range farther out is awesome. I haven't shot with him in quite a while, so we are over due to have a "play date."

As usual when hiking, I carried my Ruger GP-161 in what I refer to as a modern cowboy rig. The GP-161 is actually a GP-100, but with a 6" blued full lug barrel, it becomes a GP-161. I carry it in a Bianchi thumb-break holster, with two HKS speedloaders in a Bianchi dual speed loader carrier, on a 1.75" DeSantis belt. The snap ring is for my keys. I remove everything off my belt that holds up my jeans, and wear this over the top. It's very comfortable and stays put.

The components:

The ammo is Hornady Lever-lution .357 MAG with the 140gr FTX bullet. I normally carry the 125gr Critical Defense, but since the primary concern is wildlife and not criminals, I want a heavier bullet.

I have no problem open carrying while hiking or walking around my neighborhood. Open carry is legal in Kommiecticut, but I wouldn't recommend it at the mall. All it takes is for a hoplophobe to see it and call 911 and you are going to spend money on lawyers. Today I was wearing my flannel hooded jacket, and it covered everything completely.

Sunday Morning Post

I haven't done one of these in a long time, so here goes.

Yesterday I did a Welcome Home mission with the Patriot Guard Riders at the Air National Guard Base in Windsor Locks. This was the first one I did at that location, and according to everyone else in the PGR, more difficult to get in this time. They say that the PGR used to just get waved through the gate, but no more. The Air Guard got dinged on a security audit, and their security contractors are now the equivalent of the SS. The PGR has to provide a list of members, DOB, and drivers license info ahead of time, or you don't get in. Supposedly, they will maintain the list at the gate, but we shall see going forward. The actual homecoming was just for the families and was about a month ago, yesterday was the official ceremony. We were invited by Major General Francis J Evon Jr, Adjutant General of the CT National Guard. The 103rd Airlift Wing, known as the "Flying Yankees" were stationed in Kuwait, and assisted with the troop pullout from Syria. From what I heard yesterday, they had to train ahead of time for dirt runways in Nevada before deployment. When the pullout was under way, they brought the C-130s in, touched down, and kept them rolling, and the vehicles drove up the ramps and in and then they took off without stopping. All this while taking RPG and small arms fire at the landing strip. It must have been a mad scramble to tie everything down during takeoff. Several members were awarded medals for their actions under fire, but because of my hearing and the acoustics in the hangar, I could not hear the details. Which is a good thing, because US Senator Richard "Da Nang Dickie (Slimeball) Blumenthal was there to make a speech, and I couldn't hear it. As we all know, the most dangerous place in the world is between a camera or microphone, and Da Nang Dickie. He shook hands with several members of the PGR, and thankfully I was not one of them. One of my buds said he really had to bite down hard on his tongue so as not to make trouble. Most of the PGR are veterans, and support the Commander In Chief taking out the Iranian scumbag running Iran's proxy wars, so Da Nang Dickie was in enemy territory yesterday.

Friday is both my wife's and my normal day off . We went out to the movies to see the 1:35 PM showing of "A Beautiful Day in The Neighborhood." We both grew up watching Mr. Rogers and thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Just because we were going to see such a movie at a matinee, did not mean I was going to be in a dark movie theater (aka soft target) unarmed. The weather was warm for early January, in the mid 40's with no precipitation. I was wearing a flannel hoodie, and carried my Ruger SR9c in a OWB holster at 3 O'Clock, with two spare mags at 7 O'Clock. In my pocket was my SureFire flashlight. Another reason for being armed up was where we went for a late lunch after. One of our favorite places is a Jewish deli called Rein's, and since it is right off I-84, it gets a lot of highway traffic. Normally we have to wait for a table, but Friday we lucked out and got right in. With all the anti-Semitic violence going on, I was not going to be caught defenseless. This is not Brooklyn, so if someone wanted to target a place they thought would be full of Jews, Rein's would be a prime target. As usual, nothing happened (thank God), and we returned home where my firearm was returned to its place in the safe.

As for the dead Iranian jihadi general....

The final "Roasting Place" on the road from Bagdhad Airport. Enjoy your place in Jahannem

The message to the rest of the world's jihadis should be "you can run, but you can't hide" and Trump is coming!