Arm the Wimmin Dept:
Go read Rachel’s latest – her speech on guns today went very well.
“The truth shall set you free.”
Tag: linkery
Thoughts on the Weapons of War
Kim du Toit has an interesting post up on his site, reviewing a recent Strategy Page article on the lessons learned from the Battle of Iraq. I read the article last night, but having no first-hand military experience, I thought that my commenting on it would be inappropriate. Kim’s seen the elephant, so he knows whereof he speaks.
Arm the Wimmin! Part II
Yesterday Rachel linked to The Love/Hate Relationship Between Women and Guns, Part One post, and now Courtney has up Part II.
She asks an interesting question in Part II:
“Traditionally the female is attracted to the strong male who makes a bunch of money (breadwinner, protector), and the male is attracted to the sweet, chaste female (caregiver, baby-maker). However, more often it seems men are finding very successful women sexy. Women who pull in a huge salary or have a lot of power become sexually charged.
Men, do you find this sexy?”
Um, yeah.
But it’s not the guns, or the implied power. It’s the self-confidence. She is no shrinking-violet. (I guess, though, that is a form of power. Or at least a rejection of weakness.)
Go read the post. Read both of ’em. Interesting.
All Assault Weapons Ban All the Time
Or at least it seems like it.
The eminently sensible Donald Sensing has an excellent little post on The falsehoods of “assault weapon” bans
Good excerpt: “The thought occurs to me that politically, the Left is the modern Puritans – they want to live life their own way and make sure everyone else does, too.”
THAT goes on my “great quotes” list.
Go read.
The Politically Correct Table of Elements
(Requires Adobe Acrobat Reader)
Here it is, and The Competitive Enterprise Institute offers it as a mouse pad.
My favorite: “Radon: Terror in the basement. If radon could be blamed on some industry, it would be really big.”
Of course “Uranium: Energy this plentiful can’t be legal.” ranks right up there.
Nod to The Volokh Conspiracy for the pointer.
If You Don’t Read The Bleat, You Should
(This is not gun-related)
James Lileks is in rare normal form today. Go read.
Only COPS Should Have Guns?
You’ve GOT to watch this footage of a negligent discharge.
Finger OFF the trigger, officer!
The Highest Praise A Writer Can Receive
I like to write. I think I’m good at it. But my writing is of the essay / non-fiction genre. Still, I love the written word and am deeply appreciative of really good writers, both fiction and non-fiction. (I’d like to be able to write fiction, but as Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry character said: “A man’s got to know his limitations.”)
Truly engrossing fiction, however, transports me to other places to the point that my wife essentially has to whack me with a stick to get my attention.
John Ross wrote a novel that is popular among the gun culture that I found informative, thought-provoking, and entertaining entitled Unintended Consequences. In an interview he was asked: “What has been your proudest moment as a writer?”. Go read it.
I cannot imagine greater praise.
(Warning: Author accepts no responsibility for keyboard damage should the reader be consuming food or beverage while reading.)
Arm the Wimmin!
Rachel Lucas has a couple of posts about women and guns that have more impact coming from her than they ever could from me.
And there’s an excellent post by Mrs. du Toit in the same vein.
If I weren’t already married….
(Nod to Kim du Toit (The Mr. in that relationship) for the pointers.) Now go read.
Bill Whittle Has Another Essay Up!
If you’re one of those poor souls who has not been to Eject! Eject! Eject! I invite you to visit the eminently readable Bill Whittle and peruse his latest work of art, Magic. And while you’re there, read his other essays: Honor, Freedom, Empire, Celebrity, War, Courage, Confidence, History, and Victory.
Prepare to take some time. Call in sick. Pack a lunch. Order in pizza for dinner. And prepare to engage your brain.
Oh, and get a box of tissues. Courage will bring you to tears, or you have no soul.