Snowflakes in Hell

We always say that criminals will just steal guns if you pass useless crap like one-gun-a-month and other such useless restrictions.   In Australia, a man proves that mantra with some very large guns, the kinds that are on tracks and move:

A FORMER Telstra worker allegedly stole a tank and used it to demolish six mobile phone towers as he led police on a wild two-hour rampage through western Sydney yesterday.

More than 20 police chased the tank but were powerless to stop it, retreating to a safe distance as the huge vehicle cut a path of destruction through six suburbs.

They could only watch as the driver, hanging out of the top at times, allegedly rammed the tank through fences and into six mobile phone towers, telecommunication relay sheds and an electrical substation.

No word yet on whether Rebecca Peters will be leading a new crusade for more stringent tank control laws in Australia.

Clayton talks about the old days of Burma Shave, a brushless shaving cream. A pox on the Burma Shave house! While I might like Clayton’s Burma Shave-style marketing gun rights idea, I’m in the Kim Du Toit camp when it comes to shaving:

Right now, I shave with an old-fashioned bowl of old-fashioned shaving soap, an old-fashioned badger-bristle shaving brush, and one of those damn newfangled multi-blade razors. The razor is my sole concession to modernity, and while I appreciate its utility, it’s not the same as shaving with an old-fashioned straight (”cut-throat”) razor, or even a single-blade “safety” razor. Yeah, those 2 3 4 5-bladed thingies work well—maybe even better than the older razor types; but since when was I all about efficiency trumping tradition, anyway?

I pretty much do the same thing. Badger hair brush, shaving mug, and whatever fine English shaving cream I happen to have at the time. I do use a cartridge razor as well, because it’s just easier, and it works well. But you don’t know good shaving until you’re lathering up your face with a dead-badger-on-a-stick’s worth of Taylor of Old Bond Street’s rose scented shaving cream. Taylor’s is very easy on the face, provides a good shave, smells fabulous, and washes clean out of the razor. To me, this is the great feature. With modern shaving creams, if you don’t have power washer level pressure coming out of your sink, it’s a nightmare trying to get the blades clean.

So no Burma Shave for me. I’ll stick to my badger killing brush and fine smelling traditional shaving creams. If you’d like to order some yourself, my favorite place to get some is Vintage Blades, LLC. He set up a booth at the big Harrisburg Gun Show, which is how I found out about him.

Countertop seems to have a great way to deal with anti-gun hippies.

UPDATE: My evil twin points out:

I think the term “hippie” is used a bit too liberally; true hippies, of which there really aren’t any younger than 65 or so, were way to mellow and stoned for strident confrontation. This was more Million Mom you-must-have-a-small-wiener NIMBY type harrassment than hippie-ish. But I think we all know the type we’re dealing with here, in any event.

I think he’s right about this.   To use an example, I once dated, before I met Bitter, a “college know-it-all” hippy 9 years my junior.  She didn’t like my habit of collecting and shooting arms.  Though, she’s hardly the type that would go up to someone and comment on something like that, she did express to me her disapproval of my hobby.

Her father, who is more of the aging stoner hippy, I don’t think really thinks too much of it.  I think he’s more of the mellow accepting type.  Somewhere along the lines things changed from the 60s style hippy, to the ones that South Park made fun of.

But possibly not.  I think what probably happened was that the 60s hippies mellowed out as they became adults, and were probably just as annoying as young adults as the current generation is today.