Neanderpundit

I have been praying for these poor bastards for a long time now, and I am plenty pleased that they are above ground. I cannot imagine. I don’t want to imagine. Thank God for bringing them home.

Brigid regularly giggles over the fact that all chemical or biological tests invariably involve a centrifuge, myself I’m amazed at the ballistics- bullets that are in Leatherman grasp instead of buried in walls, ricochets that travel in a perfectly straight line after being flattened by steel posts or rocks.

Best one to date, though, I just watched David Caruso shoot an M92 and the bullet was clearly a Nosler Partition 308.

The weekend from hell has taken it’s toll, and now, a couple days out, I feel like hammered shit that has been marinated in despair, lightly killed, and dipped in larks vomit. Hope another decent nights’ sleep will clear this up.