Sleepy Sunday...

...watching the last William Powell/Myrna Loy "Thin Man" movie, SONG OF THE THIN MAN, and pondering the coyote in the front yard...I'm hoping he's just passing through...be better for his life expectancy if he was. If he hangs around, he's going to meet Mr. Gamo. We slept late this morning, largely because we could. I'm off to Tulsa late this evening for a quick day in the studio tomorrow wrapping up SHOT SHOW TV, then home to launder all my trashy cowboy shirts for the SHOT Show.

In the news, I note that my old friend Massad Ayoob has left LFI — the Lethal Force Institute — to head out on his own with the Massad Ayoob Group:

Massad will now be devoting more time to teaching attorneys how to defend justifiable homicide cases with CLE (Continuing Legal Education) programs run throughout the country under the auspices of state bar associations, in conjunction with ACLDN, the Armed Citizens Legal Defense Network , and to train police instructors at selected law enforcement training academies around the country. He will continue to provide cutting-edge training for armed private citizens, through MAG.

I look LFI 1 somewhere back in the Dawn of Time...can't remember the exact date, but we did all the range work with the then-new open-top Colt percussion conversions. I've always said there were 2 must-take classes for CCW holders — the GUNSITE 250 and Mas' LFI 1. I wish him all the best; I'm only sorry that he does TV stuff for my competition!

I've been a fan of the writing of Mark Steyn since his book AMERICA ALONE. This is his most recent column, and it's — as usual — required reading:

Not long after the Ayatollah Khomeini announced his fatwa against Salman Rushdie, the British novelist suddenly turned up on a Muslim radio station in West London late one night and told his interviewer he'd converted to Islam. Marvelous religion, couldn't be happier, Allahu Akbar and all that. And the Ayatollah said hey, that's terrific news, glad to hear it. But we're still gonna kill you.

Well, even a leftie novelist wises up under those circumstances.

Evidently, the president of the United States takes a little longer.

Barack Obama has spent the past year doing big-time Islamoschmoozing, from his announcement of Gitmo's closure and his investigation of Bush officials, to his bow before the Saudi king and a speech in Cairo to "the Muslim world" with far too many rhetorical concessions and equivocations. And at the end of it the jihad sent America a thank-you note by way of Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab's underwear: Hey, thanks for all the outreach! But we're still gonna kill you.

Good piece.



Finally, the one gun I'd really like to see at SHOT that probably won be there. New from WETA, the Righteous Bison Indivisible Particle Smasher!

The Righteous Bison is no ordinary raygun. Far from it.

Where traditionally manufacturers in the Wave Oscillation genre have (some say lazily) gone down the well charted route of heft and mass, the Righteous Bison has been designed with the handler in mind. Portability and wieldability have been the guiding lights for the ground breaking team of young talent that's been put in charge of this whimsical undertaking.

It is furthermore an eminently suitable accessoire to your pseudo-victorian attire for weekending in the country or impressing your peers at parties or other large gatherings. The Righteous Bison can take a fair amount of man-handling. And even more woman-handling!

The result, ladies and gentlemen, as I'm sure you agree, is nothing short of pretty good. The gun is about the same weight as a small brown trout (or two pints of Pale Ale) and can be fired continuously without exhausting the sportsman. Much like a good man-servant.

This baby could revolutionize USPSA shooting! This is the first description of a gun that I've read in the last 12 months that didn't include the word "operator!"