Neanderpundit

Well, I did saturday, and had a great time. I shot this match, and came in first in the first stage, and second in the fifth stage, and fourth overall.

Out of eight.

Shut up. I was there. I had a GREAT time, including lusting after some of the great handguns- one of the guys had an old Browning Buckmark in pristine condition. He, of course, kicked my ass almost everywhere.

The course of fire was part timed, part targeted, and part man-on-man. A damned nice day at the range. Followed by a good day with good friends in Indy.

This afternoon I managed to drag my long suffering wife out to meet some of what Tam calls “Imaginery people”. Not surprisingly, she found the crew we went to meet more entertaining than me, but she came back home with me anyway.

May I first of all say, that meeting Tam and Roberta in person was all you might expect, and more, and frankly, I’m surprised there arent already restraining orders being sworn out.

OK, maybe they are.

Good to see M Alger again, and see his pictures of the project in progress.

The balance of the party I’ll leave to people who were there ON TIME, since I managed to forget about the damned time difference and show up more than a half hour late.

Thanks for the hospitality and the comradeship, ladies and gents, and thanks for allowing me to invite myself.

Over here, James B is talking about race and political correctness.

he’s had a series of posts, in fact, and you should read them all. Because he makes a lot of sense- the inability of people to say things like “the black guy over there” because that would be construed as “racist” is just fucking stupid.

Here’s a fun little fact: Anyone who says “some of my best friends are black” ought to be shot right in the face with a squirt gun filled with juice squeezed from the underwear of fat venetian blind salesmen.

You know what? i got no black friends. I just have friends. I have a lot of people I know who are black, and some people I occasionally correspond with-or blog with, like James, or Baldilocks, are black, but I don’t think of them as black people. I think of them as people. Likewise, I work with people of all race and religion and preference, and frankly, I don’t give two hoots in hell.

I tend to take everyone at face value, and let them earn my respect or disdain on their own merits. The exceptions are these: If you act like an ass around women, or act like your shit doesn’t stink, you begin by earning my disrespect and you’ll have to dig hard to get out of that hole. If you are an overt or covert racist, same thing.

I can’t imagine disliking someone because of their color, creed, or normal sexual preference. By normal, I mean one of the basic seven: Hetero male, hetero female, bi male, bi female, gay male, gay female, asexual. Kids and animals- well, don’t let me find out, if you do that crap.

The idea that I should curb my behavior because someone might be offended if i say “gay” or “black” or “Chinese” or whatever… like James B says, Bite Me.