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  • Tuesday Afternoon Links

    And where is Brett? Oh yeah, that’s right, he’s busy at the Happy Lotus Full Release Asian Massage down at the strip mall. Apparently, he’s not Going His Own Way. Fella at the next table is wearing a blue shirt with a white collar…

    But you aren’t here to hear about Brett’s tug-job, you want links. So… here’s some links.


     

    The comedy continues with Team Blue.

     

    The comedy continues with Team Red.

     

    The comedy continues with Equipe Jaune.

     

    One more reason I will never, ever cast a vote for Trump.

     

    I was right this morning when I proclaimed Heathrow as the most horrible airport in the world.

     

    STEVE SMITH HAVE NEW FAVORITE GAME.

     

    Should I be turned on by old fat Jewish guys?

     

    I can almost smell the lawsuits…

     

    Here’s our local outrage. Sigh. Red For Ed apparently doesn’t mean Team Red.

     


     

    And of course there has to be Old Guy Music, and consistent with my latest kick, it’s the late, great Milt Buckner once again. This song oughta perk you up. Damn that guy knew how to play piano.

     

     

    *** SCHEDULING UPDATE: Tonight – tune in at 1900 for a Monocle Update. Wednesday…..Hat and Hair…day and night (Brrrrr!) Thursday night – SEA SMITH, Friday 1100 – Pie gives us more to think about, 1900 – STEVE SMITH.***  /Swiss Servator

  • Q’s Brain Toilet: Episode 2

    Gather ‘round children, it’s time for another exciting installment of Q’s brain toilet!  It may be snowy and cold outside, but my tortured neurons are just getting warmed up.  So let’s jump right in.

    MGTOW: Pathetic Losers, Misogynists or Canaries in the Coal Mine?

    First off, MGTOW is something I could never do.  There’s no way I could live without nourishing my soul by drinking from the well of feminine soft sweetness.  Sure, there are plenty of crazy bitches out there (just as there are plenty of imbalanced doods), but after a certain age and experience level, I’d like to think that a person can get better at spotting the true nutballs and avoiding them.  And if you get fooled and roped in by one… oh well, shit happens.  You play, you pay (another one of my personal mottoes).  

    However, I will say that I would consider myself a MGTOW sympathizer on some level.  After watching several videos produced by self-proclaimed MGTOW, I would say that the majority of them are making a rational, thoughtful choice based on a personal cost-benefit analysis.  Feminism, the Pill and openly misandric family courts have upended male and female relations to such an extent that, at least until people truly adapt to the situation (probably in a few generations), I can understand how a man would come to the rational conclusion that opting out is the safest and most reasonable course of action.  The rub here is that maximizing safety is not always the best way to go through life, and there are plenty of people who think that the only reason these guys “go MGTOW” is that they can’t get a girl anyway so they cover up their inadequacy by claiming that it’s a choice (hence the “pathetic loser” label).  There also are some genuine misogynists in the community, though I would say that the vast majority of apparent woman-haters have been legitimately screwed over by a specific woman or set of women and make a category error of ascribing evil motives to all women.  I will say that I think the problem will get worse before it gets better (if it ever does) and many men will take a MGTOW-like path even if they don’t formally ascribe to the philosophy.  So in answer to the question, MGTOW are all of the above.

    One final point addressing criticism of the group that they gather online to constantly talk about women.  If you’re walking away from opposite sex relations, then why obsessively talk about them all the time?  My theory on that is MGTOW primarily acts like a support group for men in recovery.  The desire for sex, love and companionship is so fundamental that consciously choosing to walk away from it is extremely difficult and daunting; akin to an alcoholic walking away from alcohol, but from a healthy, even stronger, drive.  Therefore, MGTOW groups are like AA meetings and one could make the same criticism; if these AA people are trying to quit drinking, why do they talk about it so much?

    Supplements Galore!

    As many of you may have surmised, I am a great proponent of better living through chemistry.  Capitalism and human innovation has provided us with a cornucopia of options to enhance, modify and optimize our physical and mental abilities, so why wouldn’t you take advantage.  This section will focus on my favorite OTC supplements.  Future Brain Toilets may touch on prescriptions, but I’m not sure about liability in that case and would need to confer with the Overlords (if you’re feeling bold, go here for your favorite prescription meds).

    Yohimbine: I relentlessly evangelize for this, but only because I’m a true believer in its amazing sexual powers.  If I’m anticipating a particularly boisterous bedroom session, I’ll pop a capsule an hour before, then break open another one about 20 minutes before and take about half sublingually.  PDE5 inhibitors like Viagra may help the flag get to full staff, but Yohimbine will make the big finish so explosive that it’s like unleashing a tsunami.  You may just feel like passing out and your partner(s) will be greatly impressed by the increased volume of “output”.  Women can get in on the fun too as it’s been reported to me it turned her into an “orgasm machine”.  Side effects  at high doses can be uncomfortable (racing heart, sweats, chills, anxiety) so start slow.

    Diphenhydramine: AKA Benadryl.  Sticking with the sexual side of things, if you are unfortunate enough to suffer from premature ejaculation (or you just feel like having an extra long session), popping a Benadryl about 30 minutes will effectively delay climax and give you more control over when it happens.  Side effects are well known, so unless you want to be falling asleep on her instead of servicing her, tread lightly.

    DHEA: This is a testosterone precursor that is (inexplicably) legal and OTC.  If you like it, I’d stockpile it before the DEA decides it’s eeeeeeeevul and poleaxes it.  This basically works like a kinder, gentler anabolic steroid.  Good for weight loss, increased muscle mass/gym performance and even elevating mood.  Women get all these benefits plus a raging libido and a “magic vagina”.  Taking too much has similar side effects to steroids; acne, mood swings and possibly lowered fertility.  Don’t take it longer than 4 weeks at a time without a 2 week break.

    5-HTP: This is a chemical precursor to Serotonin so at higher doses it can work on depression in a similar way to an SSRI, but with a completely different mechanism of action.  At lower doses, it just promotes relaxation.  This can be serious stuff though, so I’d recommend asking your doctor before taking it (especially if you’re already on antidepressants).

    Commieball 101

    As a preface, I can completely understand why some people think soccer is boring, especially if you don’t watch it much and aren’t familiar with the strategy.  It’s low-scoring, can be (apparently) slow and doesn’t have the rigid structure of more traditionally American sports.  This isn’t trying to convince anyone to watch it, just explain why I love it and it’s played such a big part in my life.

    To my eyes, the moniker “beautiful game”, clichéd as it may be, is entirely accurate.  I believe it is the sport that most closely mirrors life itself in all its beauty.  There can be stretches of boredom and torpidity (though I like to think of these stretches as deliberation) but they are always punctuated by bursts of excitement, speed and energy.  While the object is definitely to score, it’s not the centerpiece of the joy in watching.  It’s about the strategy, teamwork and skill.  The journey is more important in many ways than the destination and the free-flow lack of structure gives great freedom to players.  An individual contributor can have an effect on a game, but one star player is never enough to win single-handedly without support from his family (team).  Similarly, team cohesion almost always beats individual skill and flashiness.  On a practical level, the amount of conditioning and stamina required is monumental with the average professional running 7 miles each game, much of that sprinting.  In high school, we practiced on a field right next to the football team and always chuckled at their “conditioning training” which consisted of running 50 yards then taking a 5 minute break.  Boxing Day is one of my favorite days of the year in which I can rise early, head to a bar and drink beer and watch the Premiership all day long.

    That’s All Folks!

    Another installment of Q’s Brain Toilet is on the books, hope you enjoyed it.  It’s like a wart, it’ll just keep coming back until someone freezes or cauterizes me. 

     

  • Tuesday Morning Links

    Good morning my Glibs and Gliberinas!  And what a glorious morning it is for everyone as Hillary Clinton confirms she is not running again.

    I’ll cut you, bitch!

    Crazy Eyes’ campaign chief of staff alleged to have illegally funneled almost a million dollars of campaign money to his businesses.

    So this means they’re ending NSA’s massive spying operation, right?

    Progjection.

    Compare this to the worthless fucking Girl Scouts (which I was kicked out of as a kid).

    Looking to move?  Here’s a list of states with the lowest to highest taxes.

    Luke Perry, nice guy.

     

     

    That’s all I got for today, I’ll leave you with a song and move along with my day.

  • Things To Come

    No, not this.

     

    Being far less organized than SP – you may have noticed a lack of preview pieces. For this I do NOT apologize. None of us is in SP’s class. However, for listing everything here without the personal email ahead of time to the authors – I AM SORRY. So, if you see a date/time that does not work for you – at least to be around and bask in the glory of the comments/questions and adoration of your fellow Glibs. Hit the submit box and let us know, or take one for the team and strike a martyr’s pose!

    Anyhoo…

    Tuesday – Q unloads random thoughts and musings at 1100.

    Wednesday – Letters to the Editor, 1100, or possibly 1900 – depends on if SugarFree’s Muse inspires a Hat n’ Hair episode. His Muse is like the EVIL EDIT FAIRY on meth. I dunno how he manages.

    Thursday – Creosote Achilles recounts his 16th – it has… technical advice that shall be of note/use to some here, as well as a bit of history/culture and might just have you give a wee sniffle at the end… SHUT UP! FINE, I DID. A BIT.

    Friday – Looking like a SMITH double feature. ADVICE by SEA and LINKS by STEVE. Or maybe the other way around. Eh.

    Saturday – Oh, ain’t we got fun. Our regular features and extra fun at 1800. I’ll just leave it at that.

     

    I will renew our plea for your ideas, content and the like. Some of you have started posts, but not finished (you know who you are) – and those that asked about doing a post and got back the go ahead, please do!

    ///MESSAGE ENDS///

  • Monday Afternoon Holy-Crap-I-Got-Nothing-Done Links

    Yeah. I’ve been busy as shit today and have nothing to show for it. Well, I have an appointment to potentially get my rectum catastrophically redecorated by the Ford dealership because a wiring harness fails in a (not at all) fun and exciting way on my Expedition. And I talked to a lot of people. Meetings, meetings everywhere, and not much addressed in my actual work.How the hell is your Monday?

    Bitch, what part of “I need to go to yoga to deal with my anger issues” didn’t you get?!

    God must be throwing a 90’s throwback party tonight.

    This is kind of how I imagine the Antifa uprising starting.

    Sure, put a chip in your head. Make sure it has wi-fi or bluetooth so its firmware can be updated, too. You just went on the list of hyper-intelligent morons.

    Is there anyone NOT running for President in 2020?

     

    Oh what the hell, we’ll go with the obvious.

  • A History of Lever Guns, Part One

    In the Beginning…

    Percussion Caps and Rocket Balls

    In the early years of the nineteenth century, there was a lot of innovation in the world of firearms.  In my recent series on sixguns, we examined the results of that innovation, but there was, of course, a lot more happening in other aspects of the gun trade.

    All this innovation had its genesis in one thing:  The percussion cap.

    Prior to this, all guns used the flintlock mechanism, which evolved from the flint-and-steel snaphaunce locks and the earlier pyrite-and-steel wheellock guns.  These guns, apart from the excessively complex Collier revolver, relied on multiple barrels for multiple shots.  The early percussion era continued this trend for a few years until the 1836 invention of the Paterson revolvers by Sam Colt.

    The revolver mechanism, however good for sidearms, doesn’t lend itself well to long arms.  Why not?  Because the cylinder gap in a revolver has the tendency to vent hot gases and, if the gun’s timing is a tad off, to spit hot lead shavings.  That’s not good on the non-firing arm which, in a normal stance, is positioned near that cylinder gap.

    So, the advent of a practical, single-barrel, single-chamber repeating rifle had to wait in the invention of practical fixed ammunition.  But that initial fixed ammunition and the guns that fired it may not be what you think.

    The Rocket Ball patent sketch.

    Enter a fellow named Walter Hunt.  In 1848 Hunt, a quick-witted New Yorker who invented such things as the safety pin, the lockstitch sewing machine, the first streetcar bell and street sweeping machinery, also invented the Rocket Ball self-contained cartridge.  Hunt effectively did what gun cranks ever since have been trying to do; he invented a caseless rifle cartridge.  The Rocket Ball cartridge was a conical bullet with a hollow base, into which was packed black gunpowder; the whole shebang was sealed with a wax cap with a small hole to allow in a spark for ignition.  The Rocket Ball cartridge combined with a firearm to shoot it resulted in a real mouse gun, delivering rather less muzzle energy than a modern .25ACP pistol cartridge.  It was a practical self-contained cartridge, though, suitable for feeding from the magazine of a repeating rifle.  This was the very thing inventors needed to build the first magazine rifles.

    The Rocket Ball was of extremely limited usefulness.  Other than being a self-contained cartridge it really had nothing going for it.  It was not powerful enough for hunting anything more robust than a songbird or perhaps an undernourished rabbit.  Some professional and even amateur troublemakers were rumored to fear an underpowered gun more than a full-strength piece, as a full-power gun would generally go through-and-through, resulting in a relatively clean wound; on the other hand, the weaker round would plant a slug in one’s chest, dragging the grease, fouling and (usually dirty) clothing of the shootee along with it.  Bear in mind this was well before the advent of modern surgery and antibiotics, so the implanted slug and it’s accompanying junk would stay in place, where the wound would suppurate and fester, often resulting in a very unpleasant death.

    By and large, though, the Rocket Ball ammo was pretty much worthless as anything more than proof of concept.  The concept it proved, though, was to have long-lasting implications.

    Enter the Jennings

    Jennings Rifle

    Walter Hunt wasn’t finished.  He had his Rocket Ball ammunition; now he needed a rifle to fire it.  After some tinkering, he came up with a repeating rifle design that used a tubular magazine under the barrel, with an underlever to lift cartridges into the chamber.  As the first Rocket Ball cartridge had no primers, Hunt used an external percussion cap, just like the front-stuffers of the time.  After firing, the shooter was required to work the lever to bring a new Rocket Ball into the chamber, place a new cap on the nipple, and then was able to discharge the piece again.  This operation, while cumbersome by today’s standards, was still much faster than reloading a muzzle-loading piece.

    Hunt lacked funds to develop his “Volitional Repeater,” and so sold his patents to a man named George Arrowsmith.  Very little is known about Arrowsmith other than the fact that he had an employee named Lewis Jennings, who slicked up the action of the Volitional Repeater; Hunt then marketed it as the “Jennings Magazine Rifle.”  It wasn’t a bad piece outside of its cartridge; one oddity was its combination of the action lever with the trigger, which would give any modern gun-safety advocate a bad case of the galloping collywobbles.

    Probably in large part because of its weak cartridge, the Jennings rifle didn’t blow up a lot of people’s skirts.  Only a few prototypes were made, one of which is in the NRA Museum today.  Still, it was innovative enough to attract the attention of two gentlemen we’ve met before in our discussions of firearms history.

    Remember These Guys?

    The Smith- Jennings action close up

    One of the few customers for the Jennings Magazine Rifle was a fellow named Courtland Palmer, who purchased some Jennings repeaters for his hardware store and, eventually, also purchased the patents to those rifles from Arrowsmith.  Palmer had two employees who were keenly interested in seeing this new repeater, and they promptly set about tinkering with the design, resulting in the 1851 introduction of the “Smith-Jennings Repeating Rifle.”  In case you haven’t yet guessed, “Smith” was Horace Smith, and the other interested party was Daniel P. Wesson.

    Yes, that Smith & Wesson.

    Fewer than 2000 Smith-Jennings rifles were ever made.  Those guns command some fancy prices today if you can find one; shooting an original would be out of the question even if ammo were available, and nobody (rightly so) has seen any real reason to build a replica.  But Smith & Wesson weren’t done with the design.

    One of the perceived problems with Hunt’s original Rocket Ball cartridge, aside from its rather pathetic power level, was that it wasn’t really a self-contained cartridge.  The Jennings and later Smith-Jennings repeaters still required the shooter affix a percussion cap after levering a fresh round into the chamber.  Also, the opening of the Rocket Ball cartridge that admitted the spark also admitted other things, like grease, dirt, and moisture.  Smith & Wesson did the obvious; they improved the Rocket Ball by adding a fixed primer at the base of the cartridge.

    Volcanic rifle.

    A new cartridge merits a new rifle.

    The redoubtable pair left the employ of Mr. Palmer and set up shop in Norwich Connecticut, originally as “The Smith & Wesson Company” but later, on the addition of a couple of investors, changing in 1855 to “The Volcanic Repeating Arms Company.”  The Volcanic rifles and pistols, both using an adaptation of the Smith-Jennings lever action, was the result of that action.

    In the Volcanic rifle, the form of the lever-action rifle was finally set:  A rifle with a tubular magazine under the barrel, a finger lever that lifted fresh cartridges into the chamber and operated the bolt, a trigger separate from the lever and an external hammer.  The Volcanic guns were still bound by the limitations of the pathetic Rocket Ball cartridge, but they were quick to load, quick to shoot, had a decent ammo capacity and used a truly self-contained cartridge, making them the first truly effective mass-produced repeating rifle.

    But there just wasn’t a big market for the Volcanic.  A traditional percussion-fired muzzle-loader was even more reliable and far, far more powerful.  The militaries of the world were still almost universally using front-stuffing muskets and rifle-muskets, partly because they were solid and reliable, partly because they were easier to train poorly educated conscript soldiers in their use.  Mountain men, sport hunters, and pot hunters after big game wouldn’t consider the Volcanic; it was just too weak.

    Volcanic Pistol

    The Volcanic company only lasted a year, closing their doors in 1856 when one of their financial partners finally forced the failing company into insolvency.  Once again, Volcanic had produced something that was pretty much worthless except as proof of concept.  Once again, the concept they had proved was to have long-lasting implications.

    And Then This Happened

    On the failure of Volcanic, Messrs. Smith & Wesson decamped to purchase Rollin White’s patent and form the “Smith & Wesson Revolver Company,” now enshrined in history and amply described in the late series on the History of The Six-Gun.

    Meanwhile, the Volcanic financial partner who administered the mercy shot to the moribund Volcanic company took the remains of that organization to New Haven, Connecticut, renaming it the New Havens Arms Company.  That worthy’s name was Oliver Winchester, and in 1857, he hired a plant manager named Tyler Henry.  Winchester wanted the Volcanic rifle design upgraded and adapted to the newfangled brass rimfire cartridges that were just then becoming the big new thing.  “Hold my beer,” Henry told Winchester, “…and watch this.”  The fruit of that business union was to yield great results.

    Only three years later the southern United States grew fractious.  Former lever-gun builders Smith & Wesson were not to play a great part in the weaponry supplied for that contest of arms, but Winchester and Henry would prove to play a larger part.

    But that’s a story for Part 2.

  • Monday Morning Links

    Good morning my Glibs and Gliberinas!  And what a glorious morning it is for everyone except Alabama and Georgia residents who were devastated by a series of tornadoes which killed 23.

     

    After failing miserably to prove Russiagate, Democrats are moving on to try to prove obstructions of justice.  From what I gather from the batshit crazy TDS types on the Twitter, they couldn’t prove ZOMG RUSSIA because Trump obstructed the investigation.  Hope spring eternal as does cognitive dissonance.

     

    Cohen’s own testimony debunked the Steele Dossier as Cohen was a main character in the piece of fiction.

     

    Senator Paul plans to vote yes on blocking Trump’s wall building emergency declaration along with all Senate Democrats and so far three other senators, not nearly enough to override a veto from Trump.

     

    House plans to pass an election reform bill.  Which includes automatic voter registration, “increased election security by pushing back on foreign threats” (what the hell does this even mean?), making Election Day a National Holiday for Federal Workers, and my personal favorite: “tackle campaign finance reform by ending Citizens United”.  Unless this bill is actually a constitutional amendment, I have no idea how you plan on doing that last one.  Somehow I doubt voter ID to go along with the automatic registration or stopping voter harvesting is involved is this prog wishlist that’ll go nowhere in the Senate.

     

    Remember that woman who was stabbed by a panhandler after she gave him money?  Turns out she was actually murdered by her husband and stepdaughter.

     

    That’s all I got for the day, I’ll leave you with a song and move along with my day.

  • STEVE SMITH SUNDAY EVENING LINKS

    STEVE SMITH AT OMWC AND SP’S PLACE?

     

    STEVE SMITH RELAX TONIGHT. BUT HIM NO FORGET GIVE LINKS! HIM LIKE SILLY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE. HOPE THEM RELAXING TOO. WITH LINKS. FROM STEVE SMITH.

    HERE ARE LINKS!

    • STEVE SMITH THINK THEY MEAN “EVERYONE IN WHOLE PLACE”, NO JUST “PEACE“.
    • “FIESTA AND RAGE”? THAT SOUND LIKE STEVE SMITH EATING BAD EMPANADAS.
    • OH NO, SNOW! STEVE SMITH LAUGH AND TELL SILLY BRITISH, COME NORTHWEST WOODS, VISIT STEVE SMITH!
    • HIM NOT LEARN, TAKE GUN, LEAVE PASTA?

    FREE CASCADIA!

  • IFLA: The “I’m Not Actually Here” Edition of the Horoscope for March 10

    When this goes live, I should be in Austin, or Houston, or maybe somewhere between them.  Since I’m not flying Delta, it is unlikely I will be stuck in Atlanta.  However, I might be because…

    It’s that time again boys and girls:

    MERCURY RETROGRADE

    So batten down the hatches, check your supplies of food, water, gold, silver ammunition, yarn, knitting needles and crochet hooks, etc.

    For this week, there are only two alignments, one good and one bad.  On the good side, we have Jupiter and Venus aligned with the Sun, bringing peace, love, justice, health and all sorts of good stuff woo.  On the bad side, we have the death of a woman foretold by Saturn doing what Saturn does in conjunction with the moon and Venus.

    I feel sorry for Pisces.  You only get one month out of the year for really good luck and this year you are spending part of it hosting MERCURY RETROOGRADE.  Sucks to be you. For everyone else, do not go fishing; It will not turn out well.  Last weeks intensely polarized state has backed down quite a bit with the moon moving from Aquarius into Aries.  However, Aries isn’t exactly the sign of stability, tossing the entropy-bringing moon in there when we’re already in a state of MERCURY RETROGRADE… yikes!  If I don’t make it back, It was nice knowing everyone and I left the combination under the base of my 1983 ICO World Championship trophy.

    Pisces:  The Devil, reversed – Violence, force, extraordinary efforts, predestination

    Aries:  Page of Wands – Dark young man, faithful lover, postman, envoy

    Taurus:  8 of Coins – Work, skill, craftsmanship

    Gemini:  3 of Cups – Successful completion, celebration, happiness

    Cancer:  6 of cups, reversed – Renewal, the future

    Leo: 6 of Swords – journey by water

    Virgo:  Strength – Strength

    Libra:  The World – Assured success, flight, emigration

    Scorpio:  Page of Cups, reversed – Inclination, taste, attachment, seduction, deception

    Sagittarius:  8 of Cups – desertion, abandonment

    Capricorn:  Ace of Wands, reversed – Fall, decadence, ruin

    Aquarius:  2 of Wands, reversed – Surprise, wonder, enchantment, fear

     

  • Saturday Morning Minimal Effort Links

    Los Doyers

    It was the latest of nights. It was the earliest of nights. There was alcohol, Glibertarians, and former Hit & Runners involved. So this edition of links will not be exactly… sparkling.

     


     

    In Libertopia, most of this would not be a crime. My favorite part, though, was the name of Collins’s buddy: Tykheem Jaquon Deundrea Dunaway. Way to stereotype, guys.

     

    Trump to Castro: Hold my beer!

     

    So, in the other universe, that OMWC doesn’t have a goatee?

     

    A roundup of everything that’s wrong with government education.

     

    And more inside baseball, or “Why all campaign finance laws should be repealed.”

     

    Them wacky Minnesodans!

     

    Surprise, surprise, the US is judged by a European organization and found wanting. Mene mene tekel upharsin.

     


    But still, there’s Old Guy Music. I mean, there’s always Old Guy Music. Bluesy, old school music. Not too harsh, I’m moving slowly.