One thing that’s unusual about Alan Gura (at center) is the aggressiveness with which he handles filings in his suits. Most civil attorneys in my experience

t a k e t h e i r s w e e t t i m e

and drag the case out (for strategic reasons, generally — it’s a big game of chicken, making the other side pay more in attorney’s fees, etc.).

Gura, on the other hand, will file motions for summary judgment real damn quick. Makes the other side scramble, as well as indicating that he’s got a really strong case.

He (and SAF) filed for summary judgment in Palmer today. Go read the filings (especially the Memorandum in Support) — it’s good.

I was student-body president at my high school when this happened. My only worthwhile act in that office was to walk to the principal while people were still transfixed by the explosion and ask him to put the flag at half-staff, which he did.

From a comment on this thread by Gene Hoffman, Chair, The Calguns Foundation:

I expect we’ll have 49 state reciprocity in the next 18 months from Congress (you can carry in any state except carrying in your own requires your state’s license.)

-Gene

My employer doesn’t match contributions, but I’ve budgeted several hundred dollars a month to the Calguns Foundation this year. Yeah, that hurts the wallet, but it’s a good hurt. It’s going to be a critical year, especially in the months following McDonald. A law like the above won’t benefit Californians unless we get shall-issue CCW, and the lawsuit’s already been filed. Remember, donations are tax-deductible!

That’s courtesy of Michael Bane:

A big ole RAH RAH to Joe Huffman out at The View from North Central Idaho — and BTW, Joe, we will be filming at BOOMERSHOOT 2010! — for his relentless slamming of antigunners as “bigots.”

Emphasis mine. I met Mr. Bane at SHOT, and he was exactly the way he seems on the tube, if not nicer. He and his crew are really cool people.  I had a brain freeze and failed to mention Boomershoot, but looks like it was on his radar screen anyway.

Much as others have said about Joe Huffman (in other contexts), I am truly glad Michael Bane is “on our side,” as he’s been the most relentlessly effective TV gun guy for a while now, and keeps pushing the envelope on firearms TV shows. Plus, he embraces new media — big time.

Just had one on #20.

BTW, if your’re in the south sound area and are looking for a dentist who is an artist with a needle and drill, contact me.

Now it is sleep it off w/vicodin time.

L8R

An article from Oregon about developing Wind Farms in the state.  It’s interesting to see the byplay of the different involved parties.

So the other day some hooligans bashed open the chain-link gate on the open space above our house (whence come the skunks). This happens from time to time, as it seems to be a favorite hangout for young people judging by the number of beer bottles one observes at the base of the fence. More importantly, it’s the only major ridge in Livermore itself and has great views. Here’s a view looking west towards the Fremont and Hayward hills.

Anyway, the doggies (Alaska, white wolf/white shepherd mix and Kaya, pit/lab/shepherd mix) and I have enjoyed tramping around in the open space on our walks the last two mornings. This morning, while doggies industriously investigated an old concrete shepherd’s hut, I saw a beautiful golden-red fox about 200 yards up the hillside. Now, our doggies’ eyesight definitely isn’t up to par with mine, but I angled us towards a small game trail and sure enough, Alaska caught the scent and we started motoring up the hill, with the fox running an evasion route ahead. After that first nudge I didn’t direct Alaska, just followed, and as it was the first time I’d been on the other end of the leash from a dog on a hot scent “in the wild,” it was a pretty incredible experience. Definitely impressive to see him stay exactly on the fox’s trail without guidance from me.

We “hunted” Mr. Fox for about twenty-five minutes before I stopped to take these pics with my cell phone. He’s on the opposite ridge, but at this resolution he’s just a smudge. Time for a decent camera!

Unbeknownst to me until this AM was that the Them Crooked Vultures were on SNL last night.

Luckily, there is the internet.

Unluckily, they’re only on Hulu so you have to watch ads first.

So, here’s Mind Eraser, No Chaser

And here’s New Fang

Enjoy!

I never thought that hyper-leftist Jane Hamsher could cause my sides to split from laughter like she did earlier this week.

I have a hard time in general with the language police, even when it’s Rahm Emanuel we’re talking about and especially if Sarah Palin is leading the charge. But I agree Rahm does owe an apology for using the expression “f&*king r%!ards” — to MoveOn.

Because that was who he was addressing.

(emphasis mine)

Sorry Jane, but MoveOn are retarded to the lowest degree possible to still breathe. They are physically and mentally incapable of contributing anything productive to society, so they went into politics and now have bare majority ownership of the Democratic Party. They are, quite literally, a collective ambulatory vegetable with a point of view and a bank account.

Some say that liberalism is a mental disorder, but it is not. It is a purposed self-lobotomy. As near as literal opening up of the brain-pan and scrambling of the logic and reason centers of the brain.

But that won’t fit on a bumper sticker.

It is nigh impossible to be a progressive without having someone inject the pap into your head. The the brain inside the human animal is not “constructed” to be “progressive”. It is “constructed” to help the body survive. Progressives only survive as parasites. Parasites can not think, they can only act. Once the needles have been stuck into the brain, the person does their own scrambling by giving into the abusive nature of the progressive group think.

And no, I’m not going to apologize for using “the ‘R’ word”. I use it literally and not as a pejorative. I’ve got a plethora of vocabulary for people I’m wanting to insult and don’t need to use words describing the unfortunate.

The Wife once freaked out when I made a point that homosexual sex is deviant. As in it “deviates” from the norm of heterosexual copulation. She, of course, has been trained by the public school system to only think of the pejorative use of the word, which spawned a secondary discussion about my deviant use of language (wherein I am almost always misconstrued) which wasted five minutes whilst we deviated from our original discussion.

With as long as we’ve been together, you’d think she would know me better. However, we haven’t been together as long as she was intertwined with the public education system. Apparently, I haven’t dislodged the needles quite yet.

This was supposed to go up yesterday, but my dental situation is not stable and vicoden is my friend until Monday when I can go under the drill. So you get it today.

Exhibit A: A Royal Idiot

The Prince of Wales has never been a man to suffer from a lack of enemies, from modern architecture to intensive farming. Yesterday, however, he declared war on a new — but also ancient — adversary: the Enlightenment.

Even by the Prince’s standards, his opposition to the system of beliefs that came to dominate thinking in the 18th century and has held sway ever since is an ambitious one, if a little tardy.

Long regarded as the foundation of contemporary political and intellectual culture, by way of influences ranging from the American Declaration of Independence to the scientific method as embraced from Isaac Newton on, the Enlightenment was based on the belief that all society’s ills could be vanquished by the application of reason.

Its seminal figures included the likes of Descartes, Leibniz, Locke, Voltaire and Rousseau. To Prince Charles, however, it is old hat. “I was accused once of being the enemy of the Enlightenment,” he told a conference at St James’s Palace. “I felt proud of that.”

Exhibit B: Proof that I do ever so much love it when an idiot gets the tongue lashing he deserves.

Yes, the heir to the throne has declared war on the Enlightenment. Cheerless Charlie Chuckles is a well of pissulence that never runs dry. He truly is a twatmeistering cunt-bugle of the very first water. When he isn’t building Potemkin villages or talking to organic vegetables or wishing he was an unattractive woman’s tampon he is being over six feet (I never knew they stacked shit that high in Windsor) of national embarrassment in a double-breasted jacket and uttering pearls of wisdom such as this.

Nick M @ CCinZ

Of course it doesn’t end there. Hit the link for more of teh funny. The usualy drink warnings go into effect when you actuate your mouse.