Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Midget and the Monster

The above picture is a Olympic Arms AR 15.

Semi-automatic, chambered in .223 Remington, (5.56X45 mm NATO), it has a 16” barrel and collapsible stock with a 30 round magazine. Except for the addition of a low power scope, its very similar to the military M4 variant of the M 16 battle rifle. This version has a maximum effective range of about 300 yards and weighs about 5.5 lbs empty. This carbine is optomised for close quarters battle.

The above picture is a single shot .50 BMG, Watson 50 caliber conversion on the same lower receiver as the AR 15, fixed synthetic stock and attached bi-pod and a muzzle brake that reduces recoil by about 40%.

(Believe me, you wouldn't want to shoot it without the muzzle brake!)

The rifle weighs in at about 40 lbs and for all intents and purposes, it is impossible to fire from an unsupported standing position. Although the bullet is capable of over 4 miles of travel, its maximum effective range is somewhere around 1.3 miles.

The above picture is a comparison of the cartridges.

Left to right:
.223 Remington (5.56X45 mm NATO)

.308 Winchester (7.62X51 mm NATO)

8mm Mauser (7.92X57mm)

.50 Browning Machine Gun (.50 BMG)

Now let's make a side by side comparison:

The .50 caliber is 60” long.

The AR is mine.
Special thanks to my son for allowing me to photograph his .50 BMG, (and other weapons which will be shown in folloing posts), and helping me take the pictures.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006



The above photo is one which reminds me of our youngest. I bought her the print when she was younger and if I didn’t know better, would have said it was her at birth. She was born at one day shy of six months after a difficult pregnancy. She weighed two pounds - nine ounces and was fourteen inches long.

Disgust was the most apparent feeling I could claim as my husband related this event to me on Monday morning past. In all honesty, I was taken back to nearly 14 years ago when I was five months pregnant with the little one who is nearly a replica to the baby above.

I am sickened by the events in the aforementioned article. The baby was described as being macerated:

macerated - Collaborative International Dictionary of English v.0.48 : Macerate \Mac"er*ate\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Macerated; p. pr. & vb. n. Macerating.] [L. maceratus, p. p. of macerate to make soft, weaken, enervate; cf. Gr. ? to knead.] 1. To make lean; to cause to waste away. [Obs. or R.] --Harvey. [1913 Webster] 2. To subdue the appetites of by poor and scanty diet; to mortify. --Baker. [1913 Webster] 3. To soften by steeping in a liquid, with or without heat; to wear away or separate the parts of by steeping; as, to macerate animal or vegetable fiber. [1913 Webster]

At one time I was “pro-choice” until the realization those words had nothing to do with what shoes to wear with what dress, or what color to paint the kitchen. The words had NO THING to do with whether or not I should super-size my value meal. The words “pro-choice” mean the destruction of an individual, an innocent - a being who cannot defend his or herself.

I’ll never forget the words of my husband after his first visit with her, as he knelt by my bedside shaking, “Babe, I’ve thrown back bigger fish than that!” What a guy…

When our baby was in kindergarten, they were making beanbag babies and had to bring the exact pounds in beans or rice to fill a standard size cotton cloth doll that had been sewn together by the mothers - they colored the faces and decorated the dolls - she was nearly in tears when she filled her doll up with her beans and they filled a section in the doll from about the midrift down into the legs. There was one child who weighed over ten pounds and couldn’t fit all his beans into the doll!

Is she special because she made it into the world? Not any more special than any fetus or embryo that makes it. Well, unless you figure in the cost of her making it: $260,000+! Thank God for medical insurance. Thank God for favor. Thank God for Evan, our warrior who made it. Thank God!

Proverbs 6:16-19 (kjv) states:

6:16 These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:

6:17 A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, [emphasis mine]

6:18 An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,

6:19 A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Boys and their toys

This is the Husqvarna m/07 military pistol (licensed Browning M1903 pistol). Originally chambered in the obsolete Browning 9mm a cartridge slightly less powerful than the common 9mm parabellum. It was manufactured in Sweden from 1917 until 1945.

A number of them were rechambered in the much less powerful .380 automatic round and imported into the US in the 1950s.

I carried one of these from the time I was 17 until 14 or so years ago when I sold it. (Parts and magazines were impossible to find). I used the proceeds of the sale to buy a Star model PD.

The Husqvarna was the most comfortable gun that I have ever carried.


This is the Star model PD .45 ACP. It was manufactured by Star Bonifacio Echeverria, in Spain from 1975 to 1983.

This pistol Started the trend by other manufacturers of compact 1911-style pistols. Its aluminum alloy frame made for a light weight and compact carry piece which was favored by those in need of a powerful self defense or back up gun.

Not a "safe" gun, by today's standards, I still have mine and keep it at home near my armchair.


The Ruger P90 .45 ACP pistol.

Mine, like the one pictured here, has a stainless steel upper an oversize trigger guard to permit safe function with a gloved hand, and the front of the trigger guard bow is recurved to accommodate the support-hand forefinger in a two-hand hold. The rear sight is dovetail drift-adjustable for windage; front and rear sights have white-dot inserts for high visibility, a de-cocking lever and transfer bar safety that allows me to carry it with a round chambered.

The Ruger is the gun I carry daily.


The Dan Wesson model 715, stainless Steel, possibly my favorite hand cannon.

Chambered in .357 magnum. With an 8" barrel, its really to large for concealed carry although from time to time, I have been known...

Whenever I make a trip to the range, Dan goes along. With my hottest hand loads, I like to see what I can do to a 100 yard target.

I have other pistols and access to many more but these are the only pistols that I've carried on a daily basis.

Monday, May 15, 2006

New addition to the blog.

Its Official!

Long Range is now a "Troll Abortion Site"! (Look to the sidebar).

Troll posts will be aborted at the discretion of the blog administrators.

We believe that this is a decision between the blog administrators and their creator.

So if you feel like trolling this blog, go ahead, make the post long, we enjoy it more that way.

OK, Nanc; fire up the shop vac for a test run!

vaarrRRROOOOOOOOO(rattle, rattle)ooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMmmmm....

Hmmm, that one must of had a copy of the Communist Manifesto in its pocket!

Special thanks to my best friend on the Internet, Beakerkin of The Beak Speaks, for the concept.

Any of our friends that wish to use this image may do so. If you need help to put it in your template, let me know.


Tuesday, May 09, 2006

is there a pimpfant in your house?

there is a new brand of clothing out there for your BABIES! it's called "pimpfant" wear - yup! check out this link. then go here to check out the pimpfant wear. this guy was on fox news today and frankly, i thought he was quite matter-of-fact in his why as to his choice of a name for his infant wear. hokey at best.

answers.com defines pimp:

pimp (pĭmp)
One who finds customers for a prostitute; a procurer.

intr.v., pimped, pimp·ing, pimps.
To serve as a procurer of prostitutes.

elook.org defines pimp:

[noun] someone who procures customers for whores (in England they call a pimp a ponce)
Synonyms: procurer, panderer, pander, pandar, fancy man, ponce

[verb] arrange for sexual partners for others
Synonyms: pander, procure

having worked in the criminal justice system - i also know that pimp in the prison secures a slight, blond haired, blue eyed, male for guys named "bubba".

which brings me to my points. i'm one who believes clothing makes the person.

if you work in an office, men should wear suits and women should wear dresses and/or nice pantsuits. as i've been out of the job market for awhile and have been tending to land, children and animals - tees, jeans and tennies are my mainwear, however when i go to church it's usually a dress.

a very good friend of mine for over thirty years had five children early in life and one of them was the cutest little blond/blue girl you've ever seen. i'll call her "misty". misty was a tiny thing and her mother would dress her provocatively and was perming and dying her hair by the age of seven. if you'd ask misty what she wanted to be when she grew up, she'd coyly say, "i want to be a twamp!" her mother would laugh and say, "isn't that cute?"

guess what? misty grew up to be a drug addict with three children by two different fathers and as far as i know, is still bobbing and weaving in and out of rehabs. she's been in and out of jail a number of times and no longer has custody of her children - thank God!

her mother has asked me where she could have gone wrong - i've never had the heart to tell her as she and i were estranged for a number of years for other reasons. and now she's angry with me because i told her under no circumstances to send me photos of MY sister in her coffin. she has a severe problem with honesty - giving and receiving.

questions i pose to you, the reader, is:

do your children's clothing say, "this is me!"?

do you have an overweight teenage girl in the house wearing hiphuggers and short shirts with the punchy donut roll around the waistline hanging out for all the world to see? take a photo of her and hang it on the fridge.

do you have a smartarse teenage son in the house with a cockeyed ball cap and pants you could put three of him into, and skateboard shoes that cost more than $140.00? yank his britches down in front of all his friends.

do you have a kid in the house who constantly says, "but, so and so has one and i'll just die if i don't have one tooooooooo!"? tell them to hold their breath just shy of five minutes and see what happens.

is there a kid in your house who constantly reminds you that, "so and so has this new razor flip phone and my phone is sooo outdated!"? take the phone away for awhile and give it back to them on a special occasion like h.s. graduation.

i could go on and on, but believe you get my drift - smells like gucci #3! hey, i can afford it - my kids CAN'T! GUESS WHAT? they cannot afford to dress themselves either! go figure, parents buy their kid's clothing - who has the upper hand?

if you start putting your babies in "pimpfant" wear - you are headed down a path that will not only keep you in the poorhouse, but will ultimately put you in the nuthouse! who buys the clothing for your children? are they independently wealthy? i would ask any parent to be responsible before giving in to every whim of your children.

it has been my conclusion that although i want better for my children than i had - it had NOTHING to do with material objects as i had little to nothing growing up in the way of parenting.

if you're into character building in your kids - nothing works better than a big, fat "NO"! they'll thank you for it and i'll thank you for it when i see your kids running our country with decency and in appearance. some people will say, "looks don't mean anything." i say, "liar - there is no second chance at a first impression!"

Sunday, May 07, 2006

The DU d'RAT Review: The Question They CAN'T Answer

The DU d'RAT Review: The Question They CAN'T Answer

I said okay; let's just have you fill in the blanks:

1). "I have lost the right to ____________________".

2). "Because of this, I can no longer ____________________".

Verityink asks a simple question but gets no answer.

Read the whole thing.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

carna(n)c the not so great predictor

upon reading a great article at democracy frontline this morning by our felis, my linkster at Democracy Frontline, i began a search for information. have you ever gone searching for a particular item only to come across a better and entirely different item? it happened to me.

benjamin disraeli quotes--a treasure trove of quotes!

for those who do not know who disraeli was, he was the first jewish/british prime minister in england in 1868 and again from 1874-1880, under the rule of queen victoria. as i was perusing his quotes, they began to remind me of some of our regular and irregular blogging friends and foes. there will be those who disagree with his politics, but he was spot on in some of his comments.

as you may have guessed, i am going to place a disraeli quote(s) with a blogger in out community who may be the person saying it today. should prove fun and if you believe someone's quote in unsuitable, please feel free to expound.

my favorite disraeli exchange was between him and queen victoria, as she asked, "mr. prime minister, what evidence can you give me of the existence of God?" to which he replied, "the jew, your majesty." short and sweet.

the first i have given to myself and the rest will be alphabetical so you will not think i'm playing favorites as i don't play favorites...well, i play favorites - i just don't want you to know WHO my favorites are! add your own for those i've missed.

all emphasis mine throughout.

nanc to myself - "to be conscious that you are ignorant of the facts is a great step to knowledge."

a.c. - "because it's my blog!" wait, disraeli didn't say that - sorry..."there is no wisdom like frankness." (aka: american crusader)

aow - "upon the education of the people of this country, the fate of this country depends."

aow - "youth is the trustee of prosperity."

aow - "diligence is the mother of good fortune."

beak - "on book reviews - books are fatal: they are the curse of the human race. nine-tenths of existing books are nonsense, and clever books are the refutation of that nonsense."

beak & beamish on communist/marxist dictators - "assasination has never changed the history of the world."

beamish to brownie - "jobrow [william gladstone] has not a single redeeming defect."

beamish to plucky - "he was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong."

beamish to the people - "i must follow the people. am i not their leader."

eyes - "like all travellers, i have seen more than i remember, and remember more than i've seen." (aka: eyesallaround)

farmer - "we should never lose an occasion. opportunity is more powerful even than conquerors and prophets."

fern - "liberals, cosmopolitan critics, men who are friends of every country save their own." (aka: freedomnow)

i.w. - "we live in an age when to be young and to be indifferent can be no longer synonymous. we must prepare for the coming hour. the claims of the future are represented by suffering millions; and the youth of a nation are the trustees of posterity." (aka: iran watch)

j.b. - "as a general rule, the most successful man in life is the man who has the best information." (aka: jeff bargholz)

jacob - "we are all born for love. it is the principle of existence, and its only end." (aka: iamaworm)

linkster - "you will find as you grow older that courage is the rarest of all qualities to be found in public life." (aka: felis)

madze - "there are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics." (aka: madzionist)

plucky to himself - "it destroys one's nerve to be amiable everyday to the same human being(s)" (aka: mr. ducky)

tmw - "amusement to an observing mind is study." (aka: the merry widow)

and last, but certainly not least by any means:

warren - "the greatest good you can do for another is not just share your riches, but reveal to him his own."

in his first speech - disraeli adamantly stated, "the time will come when you will hear me." oh, don't we know. thank you all for being a part of my first post!

Monday, May 01, 2006

National Poetry Month (was last month)

A Clear Midnight
by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,

Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson


Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the

themes thou lovest best,

Night, sleep, death and the stars.

Being a charter member of the society of creative procrastination, I have decided to celebrate, National Poetry Month, a little late.

So, I invite you, my friends, to join with me and post some of your favorite poems or snippets.

Note: only cheaters will post limericks! LOL

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.