This is the day after

I remember days like this.

More than once I’ve stood behind the counter of a gun shop the day after a high-profile mass murder. The crowd of panic buyers forms quickly, usually within an hour after the news breaks, and I’ve seen it last for days or even weeks.

It’s a lot like Black Friday, minus the Christmas spirit.

This time I’m sure that the run started yesterday afternoon. I don’t know what inventory is like these days, given the effects that “pandemic” nonsense had on the firearms industry, but certainly the hot sellers (if available) would be AR-15s, AK-47s and similar platforms slated for prohibition by the current occupant of the Oval Office. Ammunition would be flying off the shelves despite prices 50% higher than they were when I left the business in late 2019.

Out of curiosity, I surfed into my old store’s website this morning. Slim pickin’, indeed.

The only people fighting the crush right now should be those who got caught short. Having failed to prepare for the inevitable isn’t a good thing at all, but it’s perhaps the only justification for standing in line, facing limited selection and paying steep prices.

Remaining unprepared isn’t an option.

Deb and I are glad today that we’re not part of a panicked horde. And as much as I loved slingin’ guns for four years, I’m happy to be watching this latest chaos from afar.


Fox News produces a number of “roundtable” shows, most featuring a cast of five. Reliably, each one-hour program includes one dissenter — a liberal, that is, a person who comes at issues from the ideological Left. That’s what keeps a show from becoming a complete circle-jerk.

One subject discussed during yesterday’s mid-day roundtable was “climate change.” After a right-leaning panelist named a half-dozen of the most absurd progressive theories, the token leftie piped up.

She said, smugly, “Yeah, but we’re right about all of that.”

“No!” came the quick retort from the moderator. “You’ve never been right about any of it!”

And that, right there, is what you need to know about “climate change.” It’s religion posing as science, hoping to use passion to win converts before its tenets are exposed for the junk they are.

Some of us are old enough to have seen this movie many times. I was in grade school when Silent Spring was used to indoctrinate us in the catechism of Gaia. (Yes, it was happening in public schools even way back then.) The much-hyped book laid the foundation for eco-extremism and the EPA, both of which survive despite evidence that reliance on theories put forth in Silent Spring cost millions of human lives and crippled agriculture-dependent economies.

Since then, we’ve been told that the ice caps will melt (or grow). Oceans will inundate the coastline (or recede). Global temperatures will rise (or fall). Oh, whatever — we’re all gonna die!

We have five years. Ten years. Most popular these days is the harangue that we have just 12 years before the world will end — a number divisible by two, four and six, coincidentally the lengths of political terms in American government.

The moving target of environment hysteria has been blamed for everything from hurricanes to halitosis. And the Chicken Little Class has never been right.

It’s not like they’ve been off by just a little, a year or two or three — they’ve been absolutely, categorically, world-class wrong. and they’ve been wrong every time. Exactly none of their apocalyptic predictions has come to pass.

If you suspect that “climate change” is bullshit, you’re right. The good news is that you needn’t be versed in actual science to counter eco-disciples’ evangelical fervor.

Just point at the scoreboard.


Finally today, a dog report.

We fitted Smudge with a brand-spankin’-new collar the day she joined our pack. She’s grown a bunch since then, obviously, and late last week we realized that a larger collar was in order.

The new one is longer and, equally important, it’s wider. (Her Tractive module still fits just fine.) Otherwise, it matches her first.

Dipstick’s appetite is back.

As for our girl Scout, the sweetest pup ever to walk the Earth, she continues to improve. We know that she’ll never again be a fully functional four-legged dog, but she’s adapting to her infirmity more every day.

That’s good for my heart (if you know what I mean).

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable

#LetsGoBrandon #FJB