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Encapsulated in pixels is my Colt/BCM M4 Carbine. The hottest...

Fri, 30 Mar 2012 21:07:27 -0500

Encapsulated in pixels is my Colt/BCM M4 Carbine. The hottest Afrikan ginger I could ever lay my hands on.

She is equipped with a light profile 14.5” barrel that has a Battlecomp 1.5 welded onto the end to allow a legal measurement of 16.1” of barrel length. As short as you can get with a muzzle-device without having to get at the back of a nasty line to register it with the BATFE. A mid-length gas system covers most of her barrel, which in conjunction with the shorter barrel means there is less dwell time in the firing sequence.

Dwell time being the time it takes the bullet to travel between the gas port and the muzzle of the rifle. This reduces fouling of the gun, decreases wear on the internal components, and minimizes the recoil impulse.

In conjunction with the Battlecomp on the muzzle this rifle will have virtually no shift in sight picture during firing, which allows for volumes of accuracy rather than accuracy by volume.

A free-floating Daniel Defense Omega rail for the mid-length system further aids in accuracy potential in both supported and unsupported shooting. The rail eliminates external pressure on the barrel when the rifle is rested on it for long range accuracy. The extended reach of the mid-length rail over a standard carbine and its oval rather than circular shape give a extremely positive grip. The extended reach in conjunction with the shorter barrel also means your forward point of contact with the weapon is closer to the muzzle giving it less leverage over you during firing, which greatly enhances the rifle’s practical shooting ability.

She has a DD rear sight aperture that is light and strong to back up an EOTech 512 that is more forward mounted than usual, to aid in in the fight against parallax adjustment and give better access to the optic’s controls.

The Colt factory stock remains as this model is as minimalist as a MAGPUL MOE, with a much sturdier lock system to fight rattling of the telescoping stock. A Blackhawk adjustable two-point sling enhances practicality by switching between a tight to the body and a loose and shootable setting.

Most importantly this baby is compact in its usable form; ideal for confined spaces like buildings and vehicles while maintaining an effective engagement distance of 500m with my selected ammunition.

Home-defense, Russkies, Chinamen, terrorists, suspicious minorities, and zombies are all typical expectations for those who normally buy these kind of weapons. For me this thing will be a hunting machine. I can only hope when this beautiful gun dies it will have an incomprehensible amount of Bambi like antelope, feral pork, gator, squirrel, bobcat, fall-time feathered meal centerpieces, black bear, coyotes, panthers, or any other conscious being found where it doesn’t belong among the flood-plains and swamps of Louisiana heaped in great and dead numbers upon her name. May my home be drenched in the bones of lesser creatures smashed out of existence and placed over my fire by my rifle; the whore of all that is death and pestilence; Lilith.

What is an Alright Guy?

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 19:06:49 -0500

I want to put this out there in the wild to add my perspective on how to determine if someone is worth their salt.

Today when talking to a co-worker I heard him say: “That guy seems alright, but he is not a team player. He disappears and takes off time when real work shows up, and when he is around he doesn’t do much work.”

Four words were used to essentially espouse this “man’s” mediocrity, while 28 words were used to describe him as a useless piece of shit. I have got a problem with this.

How is someone an alright person when all of or the overwhelming majority of things said about this “person” are negative, and usually these thoughts are shared in an angry and aggressive manner. It becomes obvious to me that such people are piles of dog-vomit that are hardly worth tolerating, very much less describing as an alright member of society.

Which brings me to my most important point, when I hear someone talk about someone in such a way I hear inside my head this person talking to me saying, “I’m a God damn dumb ass and I kinda feel sorry for this dude I have a lot of legitimate hate for, ya know, cause he shits down my throat on the daily.” Some people might connect the dots and see this as a potential root cause for sympathy towards non-workers collecting welfare for the simple fact that they can be described in a strikingly similar way as the douche bag mentioned at the beginning of this post.

Do me a favor and next time someone pisses you off, describe them. Make some simple statistics about the statements you made about them as a means to quantify your relationship with said person. At this point you should be capable of deciding what kind of persona you will adopt towards them, like a short and disgusted one or murder.

Like a classy version of everything good from the 1980s.

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 22:29:12 -0500

Like a classy version of everything good from the 1980s.

First Post: Planning a Kegger in front of the Van Wezel!

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 22:07:22 -0500

So in May my good friend is graduating from the Ringling College of Art and Design. i asked if this prestigious university (they would say such of themselves) would mind if I openly discharged firearms and sodomized cloven hoof animals as permissible in the Bible. He informed me that it would be held in Sarasota’s prestigious (more self-important assholes) Van Wezel opera house with limited seating for which tickets are sold.

Knowing I wouldn’t be able to get tickets i suggested a kegger in the parking lot of the opera house, which by the way has a beautiful view of the Sarasota marina. The marina being a great place to steal boats this kegger will be BYOG; that’s bring your own goddamn guns! FYI camouflage will be necessary for piracy operations in and around Sarasota county, which is full of artists to slap on some Picasso-lookin’ shit and blend right the fuck in with all the turtle-neck wearing Porsche drivers that pretend to be to cool to have a soul.

I need to put in some vacation time at work, which shouldn’t be to hard. My immediate supervisor needs a break from being man-handled by this sweet brick of man in a cock-hammock. So late April or early May I’ll be leaving my new home in Louisiana for Florida for the purpose of seeing Mr. Buddy out of his bullshit establishment of higher education that’s just down the street from where we were bred and into adulthood in New Zealand.

Beyond the parking lot kegger i don’t know what else to do that’s special. I guess doing non-special activities like looking for public school girls to snog is good enough for some last minute interpersonal bonding time. Hell amybe we can take a break and do some pro bono work in Syria and go kill that Assad Amedenedzjad guy that’s been threating to kill Israel with his Chinaman Army.

I’m gonna start shopping for a non-homosexual gift for the purpose of celebrating a graduation and All-American Exodus. I thought a knife at first but New Zealand is in Not-America so they are probably scared of those, so all I can think of is a preowned woman of the night from Cheju-do Island as a parting gift. I think I saw a BBC special on hookers being legal in Kiwilandia so that would be kinda like sending him to Africa with acorns in his pocket. I think I might have to take a non-typical stab in the dark and go with a gift card to Target.

If nothing else that keg will be full of Kosmo Spoetzl’s finest bock from Shriner, the only place of value in Texas. At which point all but the two constant worries in my life will go away, just gotta avoid providing alcohol to minors and statutory.