While staring out an airplane window last week, I marveled at the multiple thicknesses of acrylic that protected me from the low pressure and frigid temperatures less than a paperback-book thickness away. While such idle fascination is the result of a bored mind sitting in one of those flying chicken coops we call ”air travel,”
While the occasional reader has accused this writer of being a second-rate version of the sainted Louis Awerbuck, this particular column is actually mostly recycled from one that never saw the light of day. That’s fortunate, because it means Mrs. Clinton didn’t win the election in 2016. While I’m not the biggest fan of the
Now that I’ve officially earned my field commission as a Grandfather First Class, the subject of children and firearms takes on a new importance. Not that firearms safety was ever an afterthought in our house when the kids were young. But now, faced with a whole new generation of concern and worries, I’ve started to
Lots of things suck about jobs. Lazy co-workers, stupid or bossy bosses, that vending machine in the break room that is really a low-odds slot machine, and somebody is always putting the bite on for little Suzy and Johnny’s school fundraiser or Junior Football League. Oh, I almost forgot the biggest of the workday blues:
It’s pretty obvious we have a problem in this country regarding police-community relations. Police feel they simply cannot do their jobs anymore, especially if policing involves other races, without being subject to public outcry, media assassination, automatic assumption of discriminatory intent, and even criminal investigation. Right now, it’s tough to be a cop. Meanwhile, a
If you’ve ever wanted to watch a gun writer get angry, you should have been with me two days ago at the security checkpoint for a major event. With wisdom gained from countless hours spent manning and planning similar security posts, I somehow managed to keep my rage hidden while undergoing the exceptionally lax screening.
Are you going to kill yourself? That abrupt query is not our usual attention-grabber meant to draw the reader into a discussion of some technique designed to save your sorry hide. Nope, I’m earnest and serious: Are you thinking about putting a gun in your mouth? Hopefully not a single reader answered in the affirmative,
There are still vast areas, even along interstate highways and in population centers, where cell signal is absent. If you have an emergency in those places, there is no longer a pay phone on the corner, and you’ll find yourself back at the turn of the 20th century in terms of calling for help.
For a majority of police and military units, forced entry and door breaching during tactical operations have long been afterthoughts. Too often they are considered pregame warm-ups for the main event: the actual entry into a structure to neutralize bad guys and rescue hostages.
The Weaver stance is well-known, acknowledged as revolutionary, and quick to draw sidelong glances from more than a few people on the firing line lately. In fact, a surefire way to start a heated argument is to debate the merits of the Weaver versus the “Isosceles” or other shooting positions.