I Am SO Going to Bake in Heck…

Fellow gunblogger Clayton Cramer has a problem with – what’s the expression? “Non-heteronormative” people. Seeing that San Francisco is ground zero for the “as far from ‘heteronormative’ as is possible to get and still have 23 chromosome pairs,” he gets a lot of fodder from the Bay area. His most recent post on the topic covers two recent “demonstrations” – one was the “Transmarch,” which I’m not even going to comment on, and the other was “The World Naked Bike Ride 2007.”

An image I cached a long, long time ago came immediately to mind I’m ashamed to say, but I find myself strangely unable to refrain from posting it any longer:

(This was a poster put out by the group itself, so they had a sense of humor about it anyway.)

I have to wonder if Chamois Butt’r would help with that? (Somebody, please stop me…)

Negligent Homicide by One of “The Only Ones”

I’ve seen this story all over the gunblogosphere:

5-year-old shot and killed

By Johnny Johnson
Staff Writer

NOBLE (OK) — The first shot was so loud it made the hair stand straight up on Jack Tracy’s arm. The bullet hit the water just a few feet in front of the boat dock where he was standing.

Instinctively, he pulled his 5-year-old grandson, Austin Haley, close to his left side and began yelling that there were people down by the pond.

Then came the second shot, and the unforgettable thump of a 9 mm bullet penetrating a young boy’s skull.

“It went right through the back of his head and came out the front,” Tracy said. “He was just bleeding severely and I knew, right then, he was most likely dead, right there.”

Tracy thought he and his grandson were under attack by someone trying to kill them both, so he threw the boy into the back of a 4-wheeler and drove to his daughter’s house about 200 yards away.

“Then two officers came out of the brush over there,” he said. “They didn’t tell us they were the ones who had been shooting or that they had shot him. They didn’t admit a doggone thing.”

Much later, Tracy said, he found out one of the officers had fired two shots in the Crest Lane neighborhood, trying to kill a snake that had become lodged in a birdhouse on the back porch of a house just up the hill from Tracy’s pond.

‘I just feel really bad’
Police had gotten a call of a snake complaint from a woman on Crest Lane, whose 16-year-old daughter saw the snake hanging about 3 feet of its body outside a neighbor’s bird house.

The woman, who would not identify herself, told The Oklahoman she called the police station to see if animal control could respond and take care of the snake, which she believed to be a diamondback rattlesnake.

She was told that the city, which lost its only animal control officer recently, would send a police officer over to help.

“This was just a freak and tragic accident,” the woman said, “and I just feel really bad for everyone involved.”

Yes, it was freakish and tragic, but it was not exactly an accident.

Other neighbors weren’t as sympathetic.

Crest Lane resident Kara Johnson said there was no excuse for shooting a gun at a snake in a residential area.

“It’s a shame that someone had to lose their 5-year-old child over a snake,” Johnson said. “And that’s their only child. They’ll never get their kid back.”

Neighbor G.W. Henderson said his wife heard a woman screaming within minutes of the shots.

“She was shouting ‘You shot my boy! You shot my boy!’” Henderson said.

Second shot hit snake
City Manager Bob Wade said rumors of overeager Noble officers are inaccurate. “I was told that they tried several ways to get the snake down, but it was still hissing at them and firmly lodged,” Wade said. “What I was told is that the owner of the home either suggested or agreed that they should go ahead and shoot the snake, and then everything happened from there.”

First of all, the homeowner had no business suggesting or agreeing to any discharge of a firearm in a residential area, and the officers had no business discharging a firearm in a non-life-threatening situation. This was not an Uncle Jimbo “It’s coming right for us!” scenario.

Wade refused to identify the officer suspected of firing the shots but said the officer has been placed on paid administrative leave pending the outcome of the investigation.

Said outcome should be charges of negligent homicide, but I have little doubt that he’ll walk with “administrative discipline” alone. After all, he’s an “only one.”

Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation agents were told that officers decided to shoot the animal after being told there was a field behind them, said Jessica Brown, bureau spokeswoman.

It doesn’t matter. Rule 4: “Be sure of your target and what is beyond it.” Don’t take someone else’s word for it.

“The first shot grazed the snake, and the second killed it,” Brown said.

Wade said he is 90 percent sure that the same bullet that killed the snake also killed Austin, but due to the trajectory of the shot and the fact that Austin and his grandfather were downhill, investigators have to be 100 percent certain.

“This is so bizarre it has to be fully investigated. … We’re pretty sure circumstantially that it is the bullet from the police officer’s gun, but it might be a bullet from someone else,” Wade said.

I’m sure that will be the conclusion of the investigation, since the bullet with the boy’s brain tissue is somewhere in the pond, never to be recovered. It must have been space aliens.

Tracy has little doubt about what happened.

“I was standing right beside him when they shot him in the head,” he said. “There just wasn’t anything I could do for this baby. He was dead. And he was just the finest Christian boy. His mother just bought him a Bible not a week before this — he wanted one that was camouflage because he was in the Lord’s army.’”

Tracy said that when he saw the news reports and heard the police chief saying it was an “unfortunate accident,” the remark seemed too trivial and dismissive.

“I’m not saying the cop shot him on purpose,” Tracy said. “It was an accident. But let me tell you — if I had a kid and put him in this car and didn’t put him in a car seat and he got killed on the way to town, they’d charge me with murder … and what this cop did is a lot worse than that. … There was no reason for him to kill my grandson.”

Absolutely correct. I’m sure the officer feels horrible about what happened, but I’m also convinced that he thought the idea of popping a snake with his service pistol would be pretty cool.

Unfortunately, once you pull the trigger all the “oh shit!”s and “I’m sorry”s in the world cannot put that bullet back in the cartridge case, or bring a 5 year-old boy back to life. And when it happens, police officers shouldn’t get breaks that private citizens don’t.

Hey! LabRat’s Finally Got a Blog!.

Perennial (and brilliant) commenter LabRat has opened her very own blog, Atomic Nerds. She shares it with “Stingray,” but that’s OK. Sometimes I wish I shared this blog. I expect great things, and without much surprise, she delivers right off with “Goddamn lazy hippies.

Life is good!

The Replacement Kimber.

While I wait for the Eclipse to come back, I can console myself with the new Ultra CDP II:

Damn, ain’t that pretty? Look at the figure in the grip panel! The other one is just as beautiful.

Now I have a complete set: Government, Commander, and Officer’s size!

Or at least I will when Kimber sends the Eclipse back, repaired.

This is just too cool. Many thanks to Kimber and to Murphy’s Guns and Gunsmithing, my favorite Tucson gun shop.

It’s Good to Know that Hollywood Has Our Back.

I just got back from seeing The Bourne Ultimatum – overall, not a bad flick (though being a gun nut the sound effects and continuity errors grated a bit.) But the previews – ah, the previews.

First up, a trailer for The Kingdom, a film about, well:

A team of U.S. government agents is sent to investigate the bombing of an American facility in the Middle East.

While I’m not certain, I’m pretty sure this is about Saudi Arabia. Apparently the FBI is sent in to investigate this act of terrorism, and – for some strange reason – the local government interferes! On top of that, our intrepid G-Men are attacked by terrorists themselves! Looks action-packed. Written by Matthew Michael Carnahan, directed by Peter Berg. Good cast as well.

Next up, Rendition. This film stars Reese Witherspoon as the wife of an Arab-American who is grabbed at the airport by the CIA and receives extraordinary rendition – i.e.: he’s whisked off to a foreign country where he can be tortured into confessing interrogated properly. Of course a still-wet-behind-the-ears local agent is sent to “monitor” the “interrogation” and is disturbed by what he witnesses. Meanwhile back at home the distraught wife fights to find out what happened to her husband. Written by Kelly Sane, directed by Gavin Hood.

But wait! We’re not done! Third up on this list is Lions for Lambs, starring no less than Glenn Close Meryl Streep, Tom Cruise, and Robert Redford, who also directs! There’s not much online about this that I’ve been able to find, but Redford apparently plays a psychologist who can’t seem to understand why young men might actually want to join the military! Tom Cruise plays an opportunistic Senator who spouts lines like “Do you want to win the War on Terror™ or don’t you?!?!” Streep apparently plays the heroic newspaper reporter who is drawn like a moth to the flame of the Senator, but I’m sure is only interested in reporting the Truth™. Amazingly, this film is also written by Matthew Michael Carnahan. Mr. Carnahan’s had a busy year, since IMDB shows that this and The Kingdom are his first two screen credits ever.

Remember when Hollywood made movies like Sands of Iwo Jima and Strategic Air Command? That was propaganda, too – but at least it was in favor of our side coming out victorious.

Arnold Toynbee wrote, “Civilizations die from suicide, not by murder.” He also noted, “Of the twenty-two civilizations that have appeared in history, nineteen of them collapsed when they reached the moral state the United States is in now.” Finally, “I do not believe that civilizations have to die because civilization is not an organism. It is a product of wills.”

I’m amazed by the seemingly increasing will towards civil suicide exhibited by so many of my fellow countrymen. I don’t like a lot of what I see happening either, but I don’t outright deny the dangers we actually face for the ones that might be. Perhaps we’ve reached some critical mass past which we cannot stop an inevitable slide into self-destruction. I don’t know. But Hollywood isn’t helping stop that slide, that I do know.

“Mistakes and ‘close enough’ are the ways to build bridges that fail.”

Quite a while back I excerpted a quote from Purple Avenger that I liked. My post was entitled The Engineer’s Perspective. Here’s the quote:

My best friend is a lawyer, bright, gifted, … PhD in law; bored with his job, he decided to study engineering. After his first quarter, he came to me and said that the two “C”s he’d achieved in Engineering Calculus 101 and Engineering Physics 101 were the first two non-A grades he’d ever gotten in college, and that he had had to study harder for them than for any other dozen classes he’d had. “I now understand”, he said, “why engineers and their like are so hard to examine, whether on the stand or in a deposition. When they say a thing is possible, they KNOW it is possible, and when they say a thing is not possible, they KNOW it is not. Most people don’t understand know in that way; what they know is what we can persuade them to believe. You engineers live in the same world as the rest of us, but you understand that world in a way we never will.”

I don’t think that you have to love math to be an engineer, but you are going to have to learn it. That means that you’re going to have to do the homework, correctly. Mistakes and “close enough” are the ways to build bridges that fail.
htom | 09.26.05 – 2:10 am

This week, a bridge failed. It was not, particularly, an engineering failure. The bridge had stood for some 30 years. It was a management failure.

Let me explain.

Back in March, 2005 I linked for the first time to Dr. Sanity, the blog of Dr. Pat Santy who was a flight surgeon for NASA for the Challenger mission. In that piece I reflected on the effect that the Challenger disaster had on me – at the time, a recent college graduate looking for a job:

I remember listening to the launch of the Challenger early in the morning here in Tucson, and thinking – as the station broke for a commercial – “At least this one didn’t blow up on the pad.”

Morbid, I know, but I’m also an engineer. I wasn’t then – I was still going to college at the time (Ed. note: I actually graduated in December of 2005) – but that’s been my orientation for most of my life. I knew that each manned launch was a roll of the dice, a spin of the cylinder in a big game of Russian Roulette, and that NASA had become just another government bureaucracy. (And I also knew just how close we had come to losing three men in Apollo 13 because a series of small, innocuous errors had cascaded into a catastrophic failure in a system that was almost neurotic in its quest for safety.)

It was just a matter of time.

Still, I was shocked when they came back from commercial to announce that Challenger had been destroyed in a launch accident just minutes after liftoff. I knew that all seven of the astronauts were dead. I knew that the “teacher in space” wasn’t going to get there, and that a classroom of students had to be devastated by that realization. Many, many classrooms, but one in particular.

I watched the footage of the liftoff, now splayed in endless grisly loops on every network – all of which had previously declined to show the launch live and interrupt really important stuff like “Good Morning America.” I watched as the flame bloomed out from a Solid Rocket Booster joint, impinging on the huge external fuel tank, and said, “That’s what killed them. What the hell caused that failure?” I watched the Satan’s horns of the SRB exhaust tracks as they trailed up and away from the epicenter of the blast. And then I watched it all again.

Over and over.

Later I discovered that the engineers at Morton Thiokol had tried to get the launch scrubbed, knowing the problems that cold weather caused in the O-ring joint seals of the SRBs, but they had been told to “take off their engineer hats and put on their manager hats” in order to make a launch decision. The launch had been delayed too many times, and President Reagan would be making his State of the Union address that night, with a call to Crista McAuliffe – Teacher in Space.

I decided right then that I didn’t ever want to be a goddamned manager.

Judging from what’s being reported, engineers knew for some time that this bridge, like one in eight around the country, had “structural deficiencies” due to fatigue, corrosion, sub-standard assembly practices, and so forth. This means that there are a lot of bridges (and, one assumes, other infrastructure) out there that aren’t up to their design capacities any more.

How bad was the 35W bridge? Apparently pretty bad, but not so bad that some engineer somewhere was willing to risk his job over it. I’m sure that more than one structural engineer was told to “put on his politician’s hat” and make a decision based on economics and politics rather than safety.

Bridges fail. But it’s more often than not due to non-engineering causes.

UPDATE: (Hat tip to Shooting the Messenger) ‘Go after the designer,’ says Minneapolis bridge checker. Apparently this weasel wants to avoid the fact that this bridge lasted forty years before it collapsed, and that it was his job to determine if it was still safe, not the designer. The designer did his job. Mr. Kurt Furhman, bridge inspector, probably kept being asked to put on his “politician’s hat” – and did so.

But Then You Kiss Her Sister

This never happens to me. I mean never.

In the continuing saga of the new (to me) Kimber, I neglected to mention that when I picked it up last Monday the salesman told me that they were giving away a new Ultra CDP this Saturday (today). Anybody who came in the store on Saturday would have one entry for the pistol, but anybody who bought a Kimber during the week would get an additional five entries. I filled out the tickets, but I knew it was just an exercise.

They just called me.

I won.

One of these:

Here’s Kimber’s stats on the Ultra CDP:

Caliber: .45 ACP

Features:

* Entirely built in the Custom Shop for enhanced concealed carry.
* Carry melt treatment rounds and blends edges to avoid snagging on clothing or holsters.
* Blackened aluminum frame with 30 lines-per-inch checkering contrasts with the premium aluminum trigger, stainless steel slide and satin ambidextrous thumb safety.
* Hand-checkered, double-diamond rosewood grips and low profile Tritium night sights finish these elegant carry pistols.

Specifications: Height (inches) 90° to barrel: 4.75
Weight (ounces) with empty magazine: 25
Length (inches): 6.8
Magazine capacity: 7
Ambidextrous thumb safety
Carry melt (frame & slide)
Recoil spring (pounds): 18
Frame: Material: Aluminum
Finish: Matte black anodized
Width (inches): 1.28
Frontstrap checkering (30 LPI)
Checkering under trigger guard (30 LPI)
Slide: Material: Stainless steel
Finish: Satin stainless steel
Barrel: Steel match grade
Length (inches): 3
Twist rate (left hand): 16
Ramped Sights: Meprolight Tritium 3-dot night, fixed
Radius (inches): 4.8
Grips: Rosewood double diamond
Trigger: Premium aluminum match grade
Factory setting (approx. pounds): 4-5

My wife comes home occasionally from the casinos with a few hundred dollars, but I pretty much never win anything.

Not today!

Now I don’t mind waiting for the Eclipse to come back from the factory.

Oh – it’s got an internal extractor. I asked.

No Matter How Beautiful She is…

…someone somewhere is tired of her crap.

Now I know why that Kimber Eclipse Pro II was for sale at such a discount below new.

Remember when I wrote:

It’s used, apparently very gently (which I hope does not mean “returned because it doesn’t work”) and in excellent condition.

and continued:

Yes, it’s got the firing pin safety. Yes, it’s got an external extractor. No, John Moses Browning is not spinning in his grave over the sacrilege.

If you listen closely, you may hear a faint whirring sound.

It doesn’t work. Using both commercial Federal hardball and my own handloads, Kimber factory, Chip McCormick, and Wilson Combat magazines, I couldn’t put eight rounds through the pistol without at least two failures to extract. It would pull the case about halfway out of the chamber before the extractor slipped off the rim, and that’s all she wrote.

Today, a Kimber factory representative was at the gun shop where I bought this pistol, so I headed directly from the range to the shop and had him check it out. He stripped, cleaned, and inspected the slide, extractor, and firing pin, and even checked the extractor tension. He advised me to try it again, but if it failed he recommended that I return it to Kimber for correction. I went directly to the closest indoor range.

No improvement.

It doesn’t matter how pretty it is if you can’t rely on it. It’s going back to Kimber just as soon as I can ship it out. NOW I miss my old job. Shipping via FedEx or UPS was simple. Now I have to go to the main UPS office to ship it. What a PITA.

Tagged Again!.

I’ve been tagged again with a “thinking blogger award,”

…this time from Joe Huffman. Coincidentally, both Joe and JimmyB, the previous nominator, were attendees at the first Gunblogger’s Rendezvous last October. I’m not suggesting there’s any kind of conspiracy or collusion, but if I get another nomination out of that group…

Actually, I’m really pretty honored. It’s nice to know that some of the stuff I write actually does make people think, especially since that’s largely why I do it.

Thanks much, Joe. See you again at this year’s Rendezvous.