Obama prepares for his grand entrance at the DNC this week.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
-Thomas Jefferson, “Declaration of Independence”
How to start a Tiger tank by hand.
The inertia starter " Schwungmasse " works by rotating a heavy mass at speed, once it reaches 60rpm a lever is pulled below the hand cranking arm, this pushes the drive pinion onto the fly wheel, making the engine rotate and start.
From Free North Carolina
The inertia starter " Schwungmasse " works by rotating a heavy mass at speed, once it reaches 60rpm a lever is pulled below the hand cranking arm, this pushes the drive pinion onto the fly wheel, making the engine rotate and start.
From Free North Carolina
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Democrats do crazy like no one else.
Already, two delegates are bounced, one for getting so drunk he passed out in his hotel lobby, and the other for getting drunk and hostile with hotel staff.
Generally, most folks grow out of this kind of behavior by age 25. Or, if not, they do it in a safe, private place. Not the Dems, apparently.
Already, two delegates are bounced, one for getting so drunk he passed out in his hotel lobby, and the other for getting drunk and hostile with hotel staff.
Generally, most folks grow out of this kind of behavior by age 25. Or, if not, they do it in a safe, private place. Not the Dems, apparently.
This graceful arc traces a Delta rocket climbing through Thursday's early morning skies over Cape Canaveral Air Force Station in Florida, USA. Inside the rocket's Centaur upper stage were NASA's twin Radiation Belt Storm Probes (RBSP), now in separate orbits within planet Earth's Van Allen radiation belts. Reflected in the Turn Basin from a vantage point about 3 miles from Space Launch Complex 41, the scene was captured in a composite of two exposures. One highlights the dramatic play of launch pad lighting, clouds, and sky. A subsequent 3 minute long exposure records the rocket's fiery trail. While most spacecraft try to avoid the radiation belts, named for their discoverer James Van Allen, RBSP's mission will be to explore their dynamic and harsh conditions.
Yesterday I loaded the family into the truck and we voyaged over to Sonoma for a family outing/photography expedition. It's rare that I can get them all free at the same time, so this opportunity couldn't be passed up.
The 15 year old found her future car parked on the street. First, however, she's gotta get that license.
Lunch was at an Italian restaurant there in downtown. The 18 year old attacked her chow with gusto.
Here the two girls do their impression of how real Italians would express approval of their food. Notice the hand gestures.
My choice: tomatoes and anchovies. It was great.
The fifteen year old liked this dessert so well we had to stop her from licking the plate.
All in all, a great time.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Get yourself a good cup of coffee, settle in and watch this video to see, first, why Paul Ryan causes the Progressives to soil their shorts.
Second, watch an intelligent and articulate congressman put forth his plan to set the country on a new and sustainable course, as well as describe the likely alternative outcome if the current president's plan is allowed to continue. It's an interview with an adult, addressing adult problems, in an adult way.
Just excellent stuff.
Second, watch an intelligent and articulate congressman put forth his plan to set the country on a new and sustainable course, as well as describe the likely alternative outcome if the current president's plan is allowed to continue. It's an interview with an adult, addressing adult problems, in an adult way.
Just excellent stuff.
Found this story of a mis spent youth over at a forum I frequent, and it was so entertaining that I'll repost it here.
Without going into too much detail about how I know, I can confirm that Pyrodex is some bad (good) stuff, and not something that you would want a ten year old to be playing around with.
Anyway, the story goes like this:
Without going into too much detail about how I know, I can confirm that Pyrodex is some bad (good) stuff, and not something that you would want a ten year old to be playing around with.
Anyway, the story goes like this:
Life as a child growing up in Oklahoma ....
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow.
Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take six rounds before it goes down? Tough “sumbich”.
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. Old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chain-saw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place.
One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and saw a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether).
A light bulb went off in my head. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself, "Ether" really doesn't "sound" flammable.
So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder used for muzzle loader rifles).
At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder.
My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the (Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. Pyrodex and 16 oz can of (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker, you know?
You know what? Screw that! I'm going back in the house for the other can, so I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.
I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH SHOOT! He just got home from work.
So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes.
I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. Oh shoot!
When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk-back from 235 fricking decibels of sound.
I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion & I will tell you there was dust, grass, & bugs all hovering about one foot above the ground for as far as I could see. It was like a little low-to-the-ground layer of dust fog full of grass-hoppers, spiders, & a worm or two.
The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE COTTON PICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.
There was a big sweet gum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That sucker got up and ran off.
So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport, having what I can only assume is, a Vietnam flashback: ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE! DAMN IT CEASE FIRE!!!!!
His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard.
There is a Honda 185 three-wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.
I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head.
I don't think he heard me either... Not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on.
I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later, felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea.
I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR and Dad screaming "Bring him back to life so I can kill him again!" Thanks Mom.
One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again. Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.
Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating,or both.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow.
Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take six rounds before it goes down? Tough “sumbich”.
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. Old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chain-saw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place.
One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and saw a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether).
A light bulb went off in my head. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself, "Ether" really doesn't "sound" flammable.
So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder used for muzzle loader rifles).
At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder.
My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the (Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. Pyrodex and 16 oz can of (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker, you know?
You know what? Screw that! I'm going back in the house for the other can, so I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.
I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH SHOOT! He just got home from work.
So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes.
I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. Oh shoot!
When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk-back from 235 fricking decibels of sound.
I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion & I will tell you there was dust, grass, & bugs all hovering about one foot above the ground for as far as I could see. It was like a little low-to-the-ground layer of dust fog full of grass-hoppers, spiders, & a worm or two.
The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE COTTON PICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.
There was a big sweet gum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That sucker got up and ran off.
So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport, having what I can only assume is, a Vietnam flashback: ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE! DAMN IT CEASE FIRE!!!!!
His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard.
There is a Honda 185 three-wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.
I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head.
I don't think he heard me either... Not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on.
I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later, felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea.
I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR and Dad screaming "Bring him back to life so I can kill him again!" Thanks Mom.
One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again. Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.
Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating,or both.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
A new poll in Florida suggests strongly that the strategy of having Clint Eastwood speak, and the content and style of the speech itself, was in fact a great success.
a snap poll from Survey USA of 754 registered voters who watched the final night of the convention, they may have switched 10% of the vote with the effort.
But then, who wouldn't like a tough speech from Dirty Harry? No one wants to be on the other end of the barrel of a gun that could "blow your head clean off."
a snap poll from Survey USA of 754 registered voters who watched the final night of the convention, they may have switched 10% of the vote with the effort.
But then, who wouldn't like a tough speech from Dirty Harry? No one wants to be on the other end of the barrel of a gun that could "blow your head clean off."
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