“They mostly seem like ordinary folks.”

Well, another case of the Defenders of the First Amendment sh!%%ing all over the Practitioners of the Second Amendment, with the prerequisite smug superiority. The Humbolt County, California North Coast Journal has acquired a list of Concealed Carry permit holders in the county, and published it. (h/t to reader Jason who emailed the link.)

Read Pistol Packing People:

Hundreds of Humboldt County residents have a permit to carry a concealed firearm. Who are they, and what are they thinking?

By Heidi Walters

Anybody want to dig up Heidi’s personal information? After all, it’s our right to know!

We recently asked the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office for the names of all of the people holding a permit to carry a concealed weapon (CCW) in this county.

Why did we ask for this list? Call it curiosity sparked by the recent Supreme Court ruling overriding Washington, D.C.’s ban on private ownership of handguns, in which the court decided once and for all that the words in the Second Amendment, “the right to keep and bear arms,” define an individual’s right, not just that of a well-regulated militia.

Or call it pure nosiness — an “invasion of privacy,” one CCW permit holder told us, in a calm, patient voice.

We call it exercising our rights under the First Amendment as well as the California Public Records Act.

Yes, it’s always the case that the Press has a First Amendment Right to expose. . . what? People exercising their rights as citizens of this country?

A CCW permit in California allows a person to carry on his or her person, or in a car, a concealed, loaded handgun. You don’t need a CCW permit to keep a gun in your house. You also don’t need one to openly carry a gun in unincorporated areas (but who’d want to do that?)

A lot of people, Heidi. A lot of people. But it tends to frighten people like you, so they generally opt for CCW permits instead.

or to have one, unloaded and locked away, in your car. But, just so you know, in California even with a CCW permit you can’t carry a loaded firearm into a bar, within 1,000 feet of a K-12 school, or into a public building like a courthouse.

More interestingly, it’s a way to take the pulse of the generally law-abiding portion of the community (for, there’s no telling how many people out there are packing without a permit; in Humboldt it’s probably a pretty damned high number).

Generally law-abiding? CCW permit holders, Heidi, are statistically far more law-abiding than the rest of the population. They’re even more law-abiding than law-enforcement officers, on average.

How many of us feel the need to carry a concealed weapon? And why?

As to why, could it be because of those who carry without a permit? The vast majority of which are known as violent criminals?

The number of CCW permit holders in gun-tolerant Humboldt has fluctuated over the years, but it’s always been high up on the per-capita list — at one time second only to gun-encouraging Kern County. According to a state Department of Justice report on the number of CCW permits in California counties between 1987 and 2007, Humboldt’s count rose steadily from 387 in 1987 to 794 in 1993, then jumped to a high of 1,439 in 1994. In 1995, the number of CCW permits in the county dropped to 1,339, and in 1997 there were 977. By 2003, the number of CCW permits hit another peak, 1,247, then tapered off in years after that, to 1,031 in 2007. As of late August 2008, there were 652 CCW permit holders in the county. The count could change, as permits are good for two years and some may expire while others get issued or are renewed.

Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office Records Supervisor Melva Paris and three other staffers put the list together for us, hand-pulling files and typing up the names of 652 permit holders and the number and type of guns they’re packing (you’re allowed up to three guns on the permit, the serial numbers of which get printed on it). Eleven of the CCW permit holders remain confidential, said Paris, because their stated cause for wanting to pack a gun (such as having a stalker, for instance) indicates they could be endangered if identified.

But you’d publish those if you could, wouldn’t you? After all, the Public has a RIGHT TO KNOW!

Besides, CCW permit holders are just like sex offenders, right?

Looking at the list, one thing is immediately apparent: Having a CCW permit in Humboldt is very much a family thing. There are oodles of couples packing. Packs of siblings. Mom-dad-and-offspring groupings. There are also great quantities of Republicans, a generous dollop of Democrats, and a sprinkling of Greens and assorted others. There are people many of us know. A retired police chief. School employees. Lots of real estate agents. Judges. A garbage company owner. A pastor. Gun dealers. Government workers. Caltrans employees. A harbor commissioner. An HSU professor. Letter-to-the-editor writers. Activists. Our sales manager, Mike Herring (who, we hasten to add, does not pack while on Journal business). Shopkeeps. A famous tennis player. Artists and mechanics. A man who shares the name of that musician who, legend has it, found himself at a crossroads one day and sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for some serious chops. A deputy D.A. A sitar player. A loan officer.

And not an “Authorized Journalist” in the lot, is there? I bet you were shocked! SHOCKED! to find Mike Herring’s name on the list. How long until he’s ostracized, or am I too late already?

They mostly seem like ordinary folks.

But it’s just an appearance, right? I mean, there’s got to be something wrong with these people!

Still, something makes them different from those of us who don’t carry a concealed weapon.


To get a CCW permit a person has to pass muster with the local Sheriff, whose job it is to decide who gets a CCW permit and who doesn’t. CCW laws differ from county to county and even more from state to state. In Los Angeles County, gun people say it’s next to impossible to get a CCW permit. But in rural counties such as Humboldt, which Sheriff’s Lt. Michael Thomas said has been called a “rifle-rack community,” it’s easier.

You do need to be a Humboldt County resident, a non-criminal (no conviction within the past 10 years), stable of mind, of “good moral character,” not on any psyche meds or under the influence of any other drugs, at least 21 years old, able to pass the shooting test (shoot 50 rounds and hit the target dead-on with 40 of those, at a distance of 45 feet), and able to show a good cause for wanting to carry a concealed weapon. And, said Lt. Thomas, who interviewed applicants for a couple of years, you have to show you know the laws regarding gun ownership and gun violence.

(Psssst! Hey Heidi! In Arizona you don’t need a “good cause!” Just a clean record.


Thomas said most applicants have done their research. But he likes to stress to them the possible ramifications of carrying a gun around. What if an attacker grabs it from you? What if you drop it and it goes off?

“You have to ask yourself: Do I really understand if I pull that gun out and point it at somebody, I could change at least two people’s lives forever?” said Thomas. “That’s scary. The potential there is life-ending or life-changing. And kids at home — handguns in the house. If you’re going to carry a concealed weapon, you’re obviously going to have it in your home somewhere. And kids can find anything. If you hide something, they’ll find it. … That scares me to death.”

Thomas said the most common causes people give for wanting a permit is for personal protection — in places where there might be a long response time by the Sheriff’s office, or while hiking, or while carrying large sums of money. Most aren’t planning to pack all the time. He said he only rejected a couple of otherwise eligible applicants because of something they said in the interview.

“One guy was just so honest with me that he wanted to be there for law enforcement whenever it was needed — ‘I want to be there for you guys,'” said Thomas. “He actually pretty much saw the light, so to speak, and he actually praised me for explaining to him why maybe he didn’t actually need one and how that would put him in a very liable situation.”

Of course, said Thomas, some people don’t bother to get a permit to carry. Maybe they don’t want to pay the $170 application fee. Maybe they think it’s nobody’s business.

Still, it’s better if they get the permit, he said. If you’re caught carrying without one, the gun is seized and you face possible jail time and a fine.

But at least your name won’t end up in the newspaper if you’re not.

Some of the CCW permit holders we called weren’t happy about it. One, a pastor, warned: “Be careful what you say — you might get bit.”

Which is code for “shot!”

Another CCWer said we couldn’t use his name, but he wanted to say that he thought the actual physical part of the application process — where you shoot the gun and display your familiarity with it to a trainer — could be more thorough. A woman who used to ride her bicycle alone a lot into remote country, who also asked that we not use her name, shared that she first got a permit 10 years ago after serial killer Wayne Adam Ford turned himself in at the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office, bringing with him the severed breast of a woman. “That really scared me,” she said.

And she’s not afraid of a gun? She could get SHOT!

Others, some reservedly and others goodnaturedly, agreed to talk. And at least one guy, David Elsebusch, said he thought the story might even motivate other people to get a concealed carry permit. “Everyone has a right to defend himself,” he said.

Now that’s a frightening idea!

And now, a few of our local CCW permit holders:

If you’ve been to a public meeting — county supervisors, perhaps, or the harbor commission — you likely know David and Penny Elsebusch. The McKinleyville citizens have been vociferously active in community dialogue ever since they moved up to Humboldt from Los Angeles and found themselves appalled by what David characterizes as shockingly slipshod government demeanor.

They’re a dynamic couple — David’s a Republican who may have been leaning sort of Obama-way but now vows gleefully that he’s going to be voting for “that gun-toting Palin!”

“Are you kidding me?” he said the other day on the phone. “She should be on top of the ticket! Don’t even think about anybody else. I’m serious. I’m voting for the maverick reformer. … In fact, I want to find a McCain/Palin sticker and cut it so that Palin is on top.”

Penny, a Democrat, got on the phone and said she doesn’t vote party line, but, still, she guesses they’re “going to have different campaign signs on the lawn.”

The Elsebusches both first got their Humboldt CCW permits 10 years ago — they’d have had CCW permits in Los Angeles, too, if they could have. Twice their home was burgled down there — one time, said David, he wasn’t sure if the burglars were still there when he got home. And Penny had a couple of scary close encounters with carjackers while leaving her office at night.

Nah, not a valid reason for carrying a gun. The police can protect you! And these people are obviously insane. Palin?

They both belong to the National Rifle Association and the California Rifle and Pistol Association. But neither grew up around guns. They’re not into competitive gun sports. And they certainly don’t hunt.

“I’m not a Humboldter in the sense that so many people just love to go out there, they get all drooly about the thought of going out there to find some innocent animal and cause it to suffer and die,” said David. “And I’m an animal lover, so, why would you do that?”

Because they’re tasty?

However, David did qualify as an expert marksman while he was in bootcamp with the Marine Corps in the 1950s. He was even assigned to coach fellow recruits on how to fire firearms.

The Elsebusches each are permitted to carry the same two firearms. One is a .22-caliber Beretta semi-automatic that’s generally Penny’s — “a little bitsy thing; I can carry it in my hand and you can’t see it,” she said. The other is a .38-caliber Smith & Wesson revolver with a two-inch barrel, a bigger gun that’s generally David’s.

David and Penny said they carry concealed not so much for burglars, however, but because of the nature of their jobs. Penny is a real estate agent, and David is a licensed private investigator and an independent insurance adjuster.

“So, the type of assignments that I have, which would include sometimes surveillance, can be a little dangerous if someone is thinking you’re stalking them and they’re the kind of person that you don’t want to meet on the street,” said David. “If I have an assignment and I know I’m going to go into Southern Humboldt to some rural location and investigate some matter, that’s when I would want to carry. Particularly during marijuana time. If I’m going to the city of Eureka and investigating, I don’t bother with it, that’s not an issue.”

Penny said she hasn’t carried her gun in years, actually. These days she’s mostly in town, working with people she knows. But she keeps her CCW permit renewed and may carry still on rural trips by herself.

“Because I’ve always remembered a gal who was driving a bright red car,” she said. “They found her car on 299, and they have never found her. That’s why I decided to get a concealed weapon. Something happened to her car, and whoever stopped to help her certainly did not.”

C’mon Penny, that’s just paranoid.

I wonder if it was her breast that guy brought to the Sheriff’s office.

And you really ought to up-gun to at least a .38.

On a recent afternoon at Ron and Donna Queen’s real estate office on Main Street in Fortuna, Donna was dabbing a soft sage-colored paint onto one of the walls — they’re sprucing the old place up and converting the walls into gallery space. Her husband, Ron, was fielding calls from clients. Donna went to clean the brushes, and Ron gave a quick tour into another room to show where they plan to hang some of their photographs, including ones of sea creatures taken while scuba diving off La Paz and Cozumel. “We go to Mexico every year,” said Ron.

Ron and Donna Queen are Republicans. They’re voting for McCain. Ron, 59, has lived in Humboldt County for 35 years, and Donna, 50, for 17 years. Ron moved to Humboldt after he graduated from Cal Poly-San Luis Obispo. Donna moved up here from San Diego. Donna’s had her CCW permit for about 15 years, and Ron’s had his 26 years. Donna’s license is for a revolver, and Ron’s for a revolver and a semi-automatic. Ron has a son who has a CCW permit, but he didn’t want to be interviewed.

But a short records search will yield his first name and probably his address.

Ron, not very tall, blue-eyed and with short white hair, was wearing jeans cinched by a belt with a massive oval belt buckle that said “Champion” on it. Years ago he trained horses for a living, and he had one special quarter horse that won the High Point All Around Horse. Donna, tall, blonde and hazel-eyed, also wore jeans and a crisp white blouse.

Both grew up around guns. Ron spent his early years in Illinois, then later lived in Bakersfield. His dad trained bird dogs and kept the hunting rifles in Ron’s closet. “When I was 5 years old I had a BB gun and a dog,” said Ron. “We lived out in the country. That’s all I had to play with.”

So he shot the dog with the BB gun, right? That’s Rural Entertainment!

Donna’s dad also hunted. “I was going out with him since I was 10 or 11,” she said. “My kids grew up with guns, too. My son has ’em. He hunts. Our grandkids are learning how to shoot. So, it’s a family tradition.”

“In order for a gun to hurt somebody, somebody has to pull the trigger,” Ron said suddenly, sensing a possible argument. “Guns aren’t dangerous. People are.”

Ron used to take his Smith & Wesson .38-caliber horsepacking: “Something big enough to stop something big.”

Eventually. I’m not sure I’d trust a .38 to stop, say, a mountain lion. At least not fast enough.

These days he and Donna don’t hunt much. “We stalk animals to photograph them, now,” said Donna.

But they still want to be able to carry a concealed weapon to protect themselves against bad characters. They live in a rural area near Hydesville, where Ron said it could take the Sheriff’s department a long time to respond to a call for help.

“You drive in the driveway, you don’t know who’s going to be there,” he said. “My parents have been robbed. One of my college roommates came home to a guy in the house; he lived in a rural area.”

And sometimes their work takes them into sketchy places.

“One guy I met, he told me to put my camera away,” said Donna. “I was meeting him to refinance his house, and I was told not to take my camera out till we got to his house.”

“I got caught between growers and a CAMP raid one time,” said Ron. “We had a client that had foreclosed on a 40-acre piece out in the Alderpoint area. And we were out wandering around, and a bunch of helicopters come in with CAMP, and we get back out on the road and there were guys checking our vehicle out. They had assault rifles, and they were not police. We got the hell out of there.”

Ron also has had trouble in town. He’s been representing the people trying to sell a church on Wabash in Eureka that was in the headlines earlier this year when a group called “Redwood Teen Challenge” wanted to house recovering adult addicts in it. That fell through; now the building’s in escrow again and still sits vacant.

“One time I walked in there and there were people ripping wires out of the wall,” Ron said. “I didn’t know who they were. I thought they were somebody from the church cleaning, and I had no idea they had broken in. … And there’s a guy running through the hallways upstairs carrying a bunch of wire. I was quoted in the newspaper as saying, ‘I don’t show up there without a gun anymore.'”

Ron said he and Donna also drive Highway 36 to Oroville frequently to visit his parents.

“I’ve seen some scary things out there on Highway 36,” said Ron. “I remember years ago there was a lady, on a Sunday morning, walking down the highway in a short skirt trying to hitchhike. It was like, ‘What the hell are you doing out here?’ You never know if somebody’s going to jump out of the bushes if you pull over to help somebody. That was the first thing that came to my mind.”

Paranoid lecher.

One evening last week, as sun approached ocean beyond Clam Beach, Stephanie and Craig Casey sat on the back porch of their home in McKinleyville. Cats, theirs and assorted strays, sauntered in and out of the yard. One crept close to where they sat then stopped, frozen, staring up into the jungly overgrowth of the neighbor’s yard where some apple trees slowly drowned in blackberry vines: A rat was scurrying along a treelimb amid the apples.

The Caseys, both Republicans, are pretty much immersed in guns. Craig, 47, who was born in Arcata and grew up in McKinleyville, owns Craig Casey Gunsmithing. Mostly he just sells guns now, but he used to work on them, too, until he went to work full-time at Schmidbauer Lumber. Stephanie, 51, who works at Coast Central Credit Union, was born in Yuba City, and her family moved to Humboldt when she was a child.

“There were always guns in the house,” said Stephanie. “We were taught as kids, every gun was loaded and not to touch it. And we abided by that. My dad hunted, he hunted pheasants, ducks and deer.”

She’s hunted most of her life, too. As has Craig. When they started dating in 1993, though, neither knew the other was into guns.

“She asked me, ‘Do you like to hunt?'” recalled Craig. He said he worried she might not like his answer, but went for it anyway. “I said, ‘Yes.’ And she said, ‘Oh good! So do I.'”

But aside from Craig’s gun business, which finds him making big bank deposits sometimes, the main reason the Caseys carry is to protect the valuables associated with their big hobby: cowboy action shooting, where they dress in 1860s-1900s attire and blast away with era-specific guns. “And for each stage, or scenario, you have two pistols, a rifle and a shotgun that you shoot,” said Stephanie.

“With our cowboy competitions, we probably shoot more than 99 percent of the people across the country do,” said Craig. “This year, we probably shot over 10,000 rounds between the two of us.”

That means, at these competitions and gun shows, they’re often carrying around in their car thousands of dollars worth of guns and ammunition, which some savvy crook might figure out and try to get his mitts on.

Neither Craig nor Stephanie carry their guns to their day jobs, of course. But Craig said he’d like to see a more expansive and streamlined permit system. A federal permit would be nice, so you don’t have to always be checking what this or that state’s carry laws are. He also said California’s three-gun-per-permit limit is silly — especially for people like them, with lots of guns. He chafes at the ban on bringing guns near school campuses, too — what’s a guy who regularly carries supposed to do when he goes to pick up his kid?

They’re voting McCain. “If Obama gets in there, he’s going to sign away our rights,” said Stephanie.

You poor, deluded fools. Obama is the Messiah. The NRA lies! Factcheck.org says he’s pro-gun!

And now we come to Al Koog. Koog, 79, lives in McKinleyville, and he’s one of the half dozen or so trainers in Humboldt certified to train CCW permit applicants and assess their shooting skills. He’s been doing it since 1994. He also has a CCW permit, of course.

Koog is a retired assistant fire chief from the City of Oxnard. He moved to Humboldt in 1981, although he’d been coming up here since the 1960s. He grew up on a ranch in Texas, shooting pesky tree squirrels that liked to get into the attic and tear things up; rattlesnakes that sneaked into the basement where the food was stored and scared the bejeezus out of everybody; and birds and other critters that became “basically part of the table supplement for surviving in those days,” as he put it in a phone interview last week.

He’s had a gun since he was a small child. That first one was a single-shot 22 with the stock sawed off to fit him.

“My grandad set me up for it when I was about almost 6,” Koog said. “I was just getting ready to start school.”

Child abuse!! No wonder Kook, er, Koog turned out so twisted!

Koog figures he needs to have a CCW permit so he can show his trainees what one looks like. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to be prepared for surprises.

“Where we live, you can step out the door and there’s a bear standing there, or a rabid fox,” he said. “Or you go down to open your gate to leave your property and there’s a mountain lion come strolling down to visit with you. And then there are all kinds of people that roam the areas with packs on their back and they camp all over the place and you never know whether one’s on your property or not. And then there’s the marijuana folk, and they wander around in the rural areas.”

Koog said the first thing you do — and he makes this point very clear in his classes — is try to back out of a tricky situation. Give the rattlesnake some room, if you can.

“I teach along the lines of, a person should use every method of avoiding any situation that they can, if they have to go on a dead run,” Koog said. “There’s nothing macho about having a gun.”

Most of all, he preaches awareness.

“Most people walk around in, I call it a daze,” Koog said. “They lack the knowledge of what’s around them.

You mean . . . like, journalists?

Say you walk out in the morning to get the paper, and there are mud tracks along the edge of the road. Supposing it’s ‘just a doe’ — that was scared out of the woods and ran down toward your clear area, trying to escape what is behind them. And there stands some unarmed human, upright, and they don’t get out of the way — it’s going to run over you. Follow me? So, you can get run over by a rabbit that’s running from something.”

Koog likes to train women, especially — the gun, he said, is the best equalizer between a small woman and a large adversary. But he warns “the younger ladies” about talking too much.

“One of the first things that an instructor tells them is, if you’re going to conceal this in public you keep your mouth shut and nobody’s supposed to know anything about it,” Koog said.

That’s OK! The local paper will take care of that for you!

“Because, you tell your best girlfriend who’s sittin’ in the beauty shop tellin’ her best girlfriend and next door is a drug dealer’s girlfriend and she tells him that you have one, so they watch you and the first dark night you come out of a corner shopping center and head for your car, well, they’re gonna mug you and take your gun.”

Koog — who’s a Republican, and who’s happy Sarah Palin has come along — is proud of his new hobby. “I’m passing on something, that people may use down the way, before I take a dirt nap,” he said.

Those gunnies! Always with the quaint rural ways of speech!

In the NRA publication the Caseys get, Stephanie said, there are usually some personal accounts of people who ended up in situations where their concealed weapons saved their or some other victim’s life.

Interestingly, it turns out that none of the people we picked to interview have ever had to pull their gun on an attacker. And, actually, none of them had ever been attacked, by animal or human, prior to getting their permit either.

Which just proves they’re paranoid.

But each said they’d willingly use their gun to save themselves or someone else. Which brings us back to what distinguishes the gun-packing folks from the non-gun-packing ones. At some point, the CCWers had to come to the sharp realization that there may come a time when they actually pull out that gun and kill someone.

And we should all fear them for that!

“I’d do it in a heartbeat,” is how one guy put it. Mary McCay — who has had a CCW permit for 10 years, and whose late husband, E. Dale McCay, was in the gun-selling and training business with Al Koog — put it another way: “Well, I’m 88 years old, and I don’t play games.”

So don’t mess with these people.

Like we just did.

Here’s how The Journal printed their names. It’s a big image.

Quote of the Day

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

by Rudyard Kipling – October, 1919

I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshiped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return.

I wanted to archive that.

Up Next, MORE Lack of Content!

Up Next, MORE Lack of Content!

Sorry about the sparseness of posting, but life intrudes. I’ve been busy with work and personal stuff on top of the ennui I wrote about last week. The brewing national financial disaster leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach, although I have (I hope) prepared as well as I can for anything short of a new Depression. Right now I’m more afraid of the proposed “solution” than I am of not trying to stem the disaster.

I’m afraid that the Gods of the Copybook Headings are about to arise once again no matter what is or isn’t done.

And while it’s not new, a lot of my current readers are, so I invite you to read (again or for the first time) my Sept. 5, 2004 essay Freedom, the Constitution, and Civil War.

I think it’s held up well over four years.

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

What will be done must be decided by the most unpopular Administration in nearly a century in connection with the most unpopular Congress in history; and everyone involved in finding a remedy was in one way or another a part of creating the mess. By everyone, I mean everyone: the Administration, the Treasury, the Congress under Carter and Clinton, Congress under Reagan and Bush, Congress controlled by both Democrats and Republicans, the regulatory agencies, and the “experts” now out of jobs who will be hired to manage the new institutions that will be set up to buy bad debts: every one of them. What will be done will be settled by politics, not by economics.

The world won’t come to an end, but now would be a good time to take stock of one’s resources and decide which ones ought to be developed. This inventory should look at everything: from vegetable gardens to software development. I was once an editor of Survive Magazine; this was back in the days when there was a small but real probability that civilization would end with a bang. We now have a small but non-zero probability that it will end with a whimper. We have a much larger probability that it won’t end, but there may well be frightening dramatic changes.

Look out for Black Swans. And you might go read The Gods of the Copybook Headings. – Jerry Pournelle

Read. The. Whole. Thing. AND all the links. Especially this one.

(h/t – Montieth, err. . . Via Unix Jedi, via Montieth. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!)

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

Please remind your readers that the reason that so many Americans mistrust and dislike the “elite” is that the best financial minds that the Ivy League could turn out created the subprime and securitization of mortgages mess.

The best and brightest political minds [from] those same universities created Fannie and Freddie.

Either these people aren’t nearly as smart as they tell us they are, or success requires more than an expensive education.

– Reader Kevin Burns in a comment at Instapundit

“The Rapture of the Marxists”

Now there’s an evocative phrase! It’s from the comments Tyler Cowen’s Did the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act cause the housing bubble? post at Marginal Revolution. The whole comment is:

The majority of left-wing blogs are absolutely loving the financial crisis.

It’s the rapture of the marxists.

I can’t wait to see their reaction when the public still doesn’t elect Obama.

It’ll have to be racism! Or Diebold.

Or Rove.

18 Days Until GBR-III!

18 Days Until GBR-III!

If you haven’t made up your mind whether or not you’re coming, do it NOW.

Mr. Completely reports that Hi-Cap Gunworks will be bringing out samples of their handiwork to the range on Saturday for us to paw and drool on. FrontSight has provided a certificate worth $2,000 for your choice of one of several courses they offer that will be used in our fundraising for Project Valour-IT, and FrontSight’s Dr. Ignatius Piazza is going to try to put in an appearance at the Rendezvous. On top of that, Ashley Varner and Glen Caroline will be there representing the NRA and willing to take your questions. Dillon has provided a range bag and possibly other goodies. Hi-Point has again provided a 9mm pistol. Crimson Trace is providing some swag. USCitizen from Traction Control will be bringing his brand-new Barrett M82A1 semi-auto .50BMG rifle, and I’ll be bringing 160 rounds of his match-quality ammo. (You don’t think he’s going to shoot all of that up himself, do you?)

Plus, if you haven’t made it to the first two Rendezvous, you’ll get to meet all of these other lovable gun-nuts:

Mr. Completely himself

KeeWee, from KeeWee’s Corner

Phil & David, from Random Nuclear Strikes

Ride Fast & the Commandress, from Ride Fast – Shoot Straight

Mr. & Mrs. JimmyB, the Conservative UAW Guy

Lou from Mad Gun

Dirt Crashr, from Anthroblogogy

Chris & Mel Byrne, from The Anarchangel

Larry Weeks, from Brownell’s

The Packing Rat

And, well, me of course!

You don’t have to be a blogger to come, so get off your duffs and make your reservations!