Neanderpundit

Some asshole who mouths off whenever anyone shoots an animal. Melissa Bachman is taking a bunch of heat all over the place, predominatnly from people who are embarrassed that her testicles are bigger than theirs. Well, Ms Bachman, Good on you. Never apologise and fuck them.

The idiots that do this sort of jaw flapping come in two varieties: people who are all butthurt because she killed an animal, who then go right to McDonalds afterwards, and vegan fuckmonkeys who are “Above” all this shit.

Look, you morons, you kill shit to eat every day. There is only one naturally occurring food on earth that doesn’t require that something die so you can eat. When you mark yourself morally superior because you don’t kill to eat, tell me with absolute certainlty that the plants you eat don’t have any awareness. Not horribly long ago the same thing was said about- well, damned near anything. Oaks live hundreds of years, cedars thousands. There are trees on this planet that were old when Jesus walked the planet. Don’t tell me an organism can live to that age and not dance some sort of dance, no matter if it’s too slow for us to see.

Life is life. Just because something has a face doesn’t make it’s death less death than if it is confined to cells.

Oh, you only eat fruit and seeds? Ah, that’s better. You are murdering the plants young and eating the lure they produce to scatter it’s seeds.

Things eat other things. You don’t get a choice in the matter. Shut up and pass the A-1.

Quoi? A present!

So I stop as is my habit after I pull in the driveway, to get the mail, and there’s a flat package. Fan mail from some flounder? No! Galveston- who do I know in… Oh!

So moderately sure it will not combust, I bring it in the house.

Several months back I picked Jim and his lady up at Midway. They were in town very briefly, and they had the evening free. Jim was a little peeved at not being able to bring his pocketknife with him through security, and I happened to have an extra, so I lent it to him. And he sent it back!

This was my throwaway knife- the ones I take to the airport and only about 1 out of 3 times get confiscated. I would have been fine with him keeping it. it was worth the loss of the knife to spend the time with the elegant couple.

Instead he sharpened the knife, added one from his own collection, and an NRA challenge coin!

Thank you, Jim! it was great to have you here, even if for a few brief hours. I hope to get down to Galveston someday and visit you in your native habitat. We can just sit and listen to your wife talk, it’s the kind of accent that normally makes me want to take out my wallet.

Mr Donovan, long my goto guy for antique arms, has stopped posting. I had hoped he’d come back but I don’t blame him, and I don’t begrudge the guy the time he has retrieved from his life, but it was a daily visit and one that I miss a good deal.

Sorry it was such a drag, Mr D. Glad you’re leaving the archives up, and hope you reappear somewhere else soon.