I May Be a Retrosexual

...which, through the miracle of morning television, does not have anything to do with Mrs. Robinson. Suddenly, I've learned, both American women and Madison Avenue have tired of "metrosexual" wussy-men who pluck their eyebrows and fret about correct sock height.

Thankfully, it is still okay to moisturize and drink imported beer!

What can I say...I was planning to moisturize the Box Car, my nondescript 2004 Honda Element, this weekend, but imported beer with the exception of Guinness taste like piss, so I'll stick to local microbrews — I'm currently in a summer pilsner phase (and, yes, if I could get real Czech pilsner over here I would drink that).

Well, while I'm getting back in touch with my macho self, take a few minutes to read John Lott's piece at NRO Online:

According to Justice Department numbers, since Bill Clinton was elected president in 1992, the number of federally licensed firearms dealers in the United States has plummeted by 80 percent. Kmart no longer sells guns, Wal-Mart just recently stopped selling guns at a third of its stores, and tens of thousands of other gun shops have gone out of business. With all the talk of the recent legislative success by gun owners, they have been winning some battles but possibly losing the war. Gun-control advocates may be the ones winning where it really counts.

John puts his finger on what I think is a troubling point (and the reason I've hammered the importance of a national firearms agenda) — it is possible to win battle after battle and still lose the war.

If it becomes harder and harder to buy guns and ammunitions; if there are fewer and fewer places to shoot; if there are no positive media portrayals of guns, shooting and shooters, we will lose the war. Or our children will. I think our enemies totally understand this, which is why both Brady and nitwits like the VPC are pretty much silent these days. They know they can't win the battles, so they focus on the long-term war.

I have a meeting tonight on the on-going Forest Service initiative to close the national forests to recreational shooting. Essentially, the meeting is to map out our next political response. I'm hopeful, but not optimistic, if that makes sense. I'll let you know how it goes...

Alphecca's weekly check on media bias is up as well, and, sadly, it's his last regular "Check" posting...it seems his real life is impinging on his Internet life. It's easy to forget that all this blogging is, essentially, donated time. THANKS, JEFF, for a job well done!

And, of course, with the new Miami Vice movie opening this weekend, you might want to check out MSNBC's comparison of Crockett and Tubbs then and now. And speaking of retrosexuals, according to the print versionof Entertainment Weekly, when real bullet shooting erupted on the Miami Vice set in the Dominican Republic Jamie Foxx reportedly raced back to Los Angeles crying like a little baby girl that he was scared scared scared and wouldn't do any more filming in the DR or in the no-man's-land of Paraguay, where Mann was planning to do the shoot-out to end all shoot-outs. While Mann's gun guys were trying to get the military hardware into one of the most corrupt and dangerous places on the planet:

"Jamie Foxx was freaking out in Santa Domingo. According to multiple sources and published reports, the actor was so spooked that a guy with a real gun could get so close to the set that he immediately left the Dominican Republic and annoounced he wouldn't do any filming there or in Paraguay."

EW #888; July 28, 2006; Page 29

Sheeeeeeet! I'll bet my man Snoop Dogg wouldn't have puss'ed like that!