Fox News Can’t Really Call an Election

A great thing happened to me a few years back. God told me to get off social media. I was tired of dealing with proud boneheads who would not listen, and God told me to let them go. He also said I should quit reading the news. I listened. It brought peace to my life. People I know who remained engaged suffered with uneducated, biased individuals who let rumors and gossip rule their thinking. I was off on my own, enjoying life. I’ve written about it before. I call it “the little rapture.”

As the 2020 election drew near, I started looking at the news again. I felt God was telling me to. I felt he was saying that I used to be too weak to deal with the constant provocation, but that because I had grown, I could read the news without doing myself harm.

I started looking at political Youtube channels. It got to the point where I felt like a prisoner. I would go to Youtube hoping to find something interesting about guns or tools or science, and I would find myself watching the same angry people over and over.

This morning, God told me to let things go again. I unsubscribed to the Youtube channels, and I also gave up Parler. It’s a hopeless Twitter competitor. I joined a few weeks back. You know how it works. Conservatives and Christians get shut out of social media, so they start their own alternatives. It’s never as good. Even if you’re a Christian, no one you know will be there, and strangers won’t show any interest in what you say.

I feel wonderful. I don’t have to look at the fighting and scrapping–the carnality–any more.

What’s happening with the election? I could not help seeing that a few news outlets are calling Biden the president-elect. Trump says it’s not over. You know what? It’s not over.

Only three sources can shut down the election permamently: Trump, Biden, and the courts. If Trump concedes, it’s over. If Biden concedes, it’s over. If the courts say it’s over, it’s over. Both Trump and Biden have the authority to end the election by conceding. No one but the courts can end the election by declaring a winner. It’s meaningless if Trump, Biden, or any conglomeration of journalists or states call one person the winner. The courts have the final say.

I’m going to wait for the court challenges to end.

It’s strange that every news outlet in America waited for Al Gore to have his day in court after he made his ridiculous, unfounded challenge to the 2000 results, yet they don’t give Trump the same consideration when there are proven allegations of fraud in several swing states.

Anyway, I walk by faith, not the declarations of journalists and crooked politicians, so I will wait for a conclusive end to the election.

A bunch of Christians have predicted that Trump will win, claiming to have knowledge, not just impressions. Of course, most people who say they’re prophets are wrong.

Swamp dwellers, including journalists, don’t know how to deal with Trump. He isn’t Mitt Romney or John McCain. He has zero regard for what other people think, and he’s extremely tough. If he feels like battling for justice, he’ll do it, even if half of the country hates him for it.

Trump has a special anointing from God, and many people think it’s a two-term anointing. If that’s true, then it may be that we will witness the kind of spectacle found in the Bible. God saved Moses and the Hebrews when they were between the sea and the Egyptian army. He kept the lions’ mouths closed while Daniel was in the den, but he saw to it that Daniel’s enemies and their wives and children were eaten. He killed 185,000 Assyrians in one night to shame Sennacherib, his armies, and the rabshakeh. Maybe we’ll see the courts and law enforcement drag Biden off the stage. Or maybe Trump really will have to go. Whatever the case is, I’m a man of faith, so I’m not going to pay any attention to the wishful declarations of people who have no real power. We will have a firm conclusion soon, and pretending we know the truth now only does harm and sets us up for civil war. People who think journalists have the power to call elections would be irate beyond description if the courts ruled for Trump, especially if Amy Barrett were involved. Maybe that’s the plan.

Today I used my freedom to zero my first red dot scope. I put it on the AR-15 and adjusted it so it works at 50 yards. At 30 yards, it shoots through one hole. At 50 yards, I get about a 1.5″ spread. I think it’s because I can’t see well enough to shoot accurately at 50 yards. There is no magnification, so you end up with a big fuzzy dot that makes it hard to know exactly where the gun is pointed. It may be that I have the illumination turned up too high.

The red dot is pleasant to use, but it’s not magic. I’ll have to use it a few more times before I can come up with an informed opinion. My understanding is that parallax is never a problem with these sights. Is that the main appeal?

I also tried using jags and a bore guide to clean the gun. It was a 90-minute nightmare. The patches that are supposed to work with jags will not go through the barrel, even when you do what they tell you to do in videos. I got patches stuck in the gun several times. I finally cut tiny patches from patch cloth and made them work.

The bore guide seems like an asinine toy to me. It’s supposed to protect the barrel and chamber from damage. How can brass hardware and carbon-fiber rods damage steel? Hard to swallow.

I had to wrestle so hard with the patches and jags, the bore guide went all over the place. I’m sure brass and steel came together many times.

My suspicion is that hipsters have made cleaning AR’s way more difficult than it has to be. I’ll bet brushes and Boresnakes work just fine.

UPDATE

It turns out the people on gun forums don’t know anything about using jags. It’s a wonder they manage to clean their guns. They were useless as sources of information, but of course, they had plenty to say anyway.

They told me some really WRONG things, including this: if your jag is too tight, put it in a drill and use sandpaper to reduce it. So the engineers who make jags aren’t smart enough to figure out how big they should be?

I found the right information on a couple of manufacturer’s sites.

1. The main purpose of a bore guide is to protect the gun cleaning rod from sharp edges in the breech area.

2. The correct size patches for .223 and 6.5mm are 1-1/8″ and 1-1/2″. Multi-caliber patches don’t actually work. Maybe they’re okay for loops, but they’re not for jags.

3. To use a jag with a patch, you pierce the corner and wrap the patch around the jag. You can make the fit tighter or looser by fiddling with it.

I got out my Tikka T3x, which was already cleanish, and I tried the wrapping method. Worked perfectly. It was snug enough to get junk out of the barrel, but it did not get stuck, and I was able to control it so it didn’t jump out of the barrel and drop the patch. Because the patch was wrapped around the jag, it stayed on when I pulled it backward, so I was able to go back and forth.

I ordered 1000 patches in each size. That should keep me going for a while. I ordered a Dewey rod made especially for AR chambers. I tried wrapping a patch around a jag, and it worked great.

Montana X-Treme is the company that made my 6.5mm jag. Their site said to wrap the jag. Their jags have several sets of rings on them, so the rings cover over an inch. People were recommending tiny patches. There is no way on earth to get a tiny patch to reach all the rings, so when you use a tiny patch, you’re using about 2/3 of the jag you paid good money for. Bigger patches wrapped around the jag are the correct choice.

I ordered a 6.5mm Hoppe’s Bore Snake. I’ll use it to clean up the bore after using jags and so on. It’s faster than 52 patches in a row.

Man, life is better when you consult people who actually know something.

One Step Closer to Venison

I finally shot the Tikka T3x Superlite today. Things went well, mostly.

Like my Ruger Precision Rifle, which was a lot more expensive, this is a 6.5mm gun. The thing that concerned me was that it might turn out to be more accurate than the RPR, for a lot less money. That would make me feel stupid.

I’m not positive, but while I don’t think it will top the RPR, it may equal it.

I started out at 50 yards, using cheap Sellier & Bellot ammunition to foul the just-cleaned bore and get on the paper. I shot two rounds at the center of a bullseye. The first shot was very low, so I adjusted the scope. The next shot was in the center of the bullseye.

I moved back to 100 yards, and the next shot went through the same hole the second shot made. I would not expect a 50-yard zero to be the same as a 100-yard zero, but this is what happened. I shot several more rounds, realized I was wasting ammo, and moved to Hornady ELD Match 140 grain, which should be somewhat more accurate than S&B.

I’ll put up my first target. Believe it or not, I was adjusting the scope while firing these shots. Will the Tikka do sub-MOA? Oh, yes. And with bargain Czech ammunition, no less.

I moved to the next target. I intended to put up a 4-bullseye target, but I wasn’t paying attention, so I put up another 8″ bullseye. I turn these into 5-bullseye targets by shooting at various line intersections and then the center. There is a 5-shot group low on the target. That was the first group, and I was shooting at the intersection closest to it. Acceptable.

I adjusted the scope to move the point of impact to the left, and then I shot at intersection to the left of the center of the target. My first shot was around 2.5 inches to the right of the point of aim. I figured it was a bad flyer. Then I shot four more shots, and as you can see, they were in the same area.

At this point, I figured I was wasting my time. I needed to take the rifle indoors and check the torque on the scope screws to make sure the scope hadn’t moved. I just checked them, and they’re fine. I think next I’ll clean the barrel again. I’m wondering if something in there is affecting the point of aim.

I don’t know what the problem is, but this gun will shoot. Once I find out why the point of impact moved, I’ll be seriously accurate with this thing.

This gun doesn’t have a bipod on it. I thought it was a bad idea to use a bipod to zero a hunting gun, so I used a front bag. The bag was too low, so it was hard to keep the gun on target. Maybe this is why the last group shifted. Just guessing. I need to put something under the bag next time.

I don’t know if I should continue using match ammo. It’s an interesting question. I have 100 rounds of Hornady Whitetail ammo on the way, and if I were to hunt, I would expect to use it, so why play around with match ammunition? On the other hand, I’ve read that some people prefer ELD Match for hunting, even though Hornady doesn’t recommend it.

The trigger is very light. I adjusted it before I fired the gun, and I made it as light as it would go. I didn’t think it would go this far. I should probably dial it back a little if I hunt with it. I don’t want to shoot trees, the ground, or other hunters who may have lawyers.

I think buying this gun was a good move. It’s very light, Tikka quality is very good, and you can see it shoots well. It beats my shoulder up when shooting prone, but I suppose I can wear a padded shirt or just be a man about it and not whine.

I’ll clean it and shoot some Hornady Whitetail through it. For now, my next move is to mount my red dot scope and try it on the AR-15.

Hope Biden never comes for the Tikka, but if he does, he can give it to the cops and tell them they finally have a chance at hitting people in the leg. His contrarian advice on marksmanship and real-world tactics is always interesting.

“You Have Already Been Found Guilty; Now we Must Look for the Evidence”

They say the Internet is forever. I have thought about this a lot. When you have a blog that amounts to more writing than a medium-sized dictionary, and when there are uninvited organizations that gather and store whatever you publish, there is zero hope of deleting your words and claiming you never wrote them. When twisted leftists rivaling Castro and Pol Pot run America, they will have a mountain of evidence to use against me when they purge society of deplorables and bitter clingers.

I’ve written a lot about firearms, and recently, I’ve written about my concern that the terrorists whose events are erupting like carbuncles all over America will one day show up on my farm to do me in, making it necessary that I either shoot them or accept martyrdom quickly.

“Red flag” laws are popular now. The idea is that if there is evidence a person is likely to commit violent crime, the state should drop in, take all of his firearms, and take whatever other action it finds appropriate. Have I red-flagged myself by writing about the possibility that I will have motivation to shoot people? Are you in the same boat? Have you posted things on the web that might tick the right boxes?

When the true kooks take over, the red-flag threshold will be very low. Owning a gun should do it. As of now, in a time when those in charge in my state are only mildly kooky, I believe you have to be a genuine, obvious head case to get in trouble. That’s probably more true in my county, where, my guess is, the sheriff himself would stand beside me and lay down fire from my front porch.

One of the things snowflakes look at when they determine whether a person is a dangerous nut is the number of firearms that person owns. They also look at ammunition. Anyone who has more than two guns or a hundred rounds has what is known as a “home arsenal.” The correct term for a big stockpile of arms and ammunition is “armory,” but never mind.

Snowflakes don’t know one type of gun from another. If they knew anything about guns, they wouldn’t be snowflakes. They think rifles and shotguns are the same things. They think semiautomatics are machine guns. A person who has 10 hunting weapons and one pistol for self-defense has a “home arsenal” as far as your average journalist is concerned.

Snowflakes don’t know the difference between a cache compiled in anticipation of conflict and a sporting weapons collection. They don’t know how many rounds a normal, law-abiding enthusiast might reasonably go through in a month. They can’t distinguish between stockpiles created by crackpots and ordinary reserves gathered by ordinary people who have nothing but good intentions.

Contrary to what snowflakes think, a box containing a thousand rounds of ammunition is not a cache. It’s enough for 10 normal range days, assuming you’re a frugal shooter. It’s completely reasonable, and for someone who likes to practice, it makes good economic sense to have 20 or 30 times that much. Every time you buy ammunition online (the cheapest way), you have to pay for shipping, and very often, the cost is the same whether you buy 1000 rounds or one round. You would have to be simple to buy small amounts. Also, America has a history of shortages now, so stocking up is just common sense. On top of that, it’s a good investment. If I had bought 1000 boxes of 9mm ammo at $8 per box last year, could sell it this year for $30 per box, and people would kiss my feet to get it.

Snowflakes can’t tell the difference between Fudds, 2A proponents who are firm but not aggressive, and Boogaloo, NFAC-style morons who pray for the day they can put on their plate carriers and shoot random citizens.

A Fudd, named for Elmer Fudd, is a left-of-center fake 2A proponent. Somehow, these people have gotten the idea that the Second Amendment has something to do with hunting. They think they should be allowed to have low-capacity rifles and shotguns for shooting animals, but they’re all for banning weapons that are actually useful for self-defense. Fudds are a problem because in their ignorance, they contaminate the true 2A community and drag everyone else down with them.

A sane 2A proponent understands that our Constitutional was written solely to allow citizens to own and carry military-style arms. Such a person objects to laws that infringe those rights, but he doesn’t sit around at night playing violent video games and wishing they were real.

Boogaloo-style nuts are mindless, hateful anarchists who are socially stunted and haven’t developed normal human characteristics like love, compassion, or a concern for fairness. They like firearms and firearms rights for the worst possible reasons, many are not conservative, and they probably represent less than 1% of the 2A crowd.

Snowflakes think anyone who has a lot of guns is a maniac waiting to snap. Well, maybe I should not do this, but I’ll be transparent. I have a fair number of guns, but when it comes to defensive weapons, the list is pretty short. I have a small number of defensive rifles and pistols. The other guns are for fun.

It’s true that my other guns COULD be used defensively, as could kitchen knives. I don’t think of them as tools of violence, though. I admit, I ordered myself a red dot scope just in case anyone ever needs to use my AR-15 to preserve human life or prevent a forcible felony, but I consider the AR-15 to be a poor choice for self-defense, and I bought it for pleasure. I have some revolvers, but revolvers are sorry choices for violent confrontations. They’re heavy, they take a long time to reload, they have low capacities, and they jam just like automatics.

Some people defend revolvers, but the truth is that a revolver is always a second choice. No informed person carries a revolver unless there is some reason why he can’t carry a semiautomatic.

So anyway, as HOME ARSENALS go, mine is pretty ordinary, except that I was smart enough to buy ammunition before things went crazy.

As for my intentions, you would have to be extremely determined and very persistent to get me to shoot at you, and you would almost certainly have to be in the process of invading my home. Do they red-flag people for threatening to process home invaders? Not yet. Not in Florida, I mean. Next year? Maybe.

I have never desired to join a militia, where I might have to take orders from a guy who works at Tractor Supply, and I am positive guerrilla warfare and civil war are not the answers to our problems.

I suppose I’m safe until the hard core wack jobs take over. May I be gone from the earth before that happens. I’m sure they would join me in that wish.

Maybe you’ve been cagey and kept your beliefs and capabilities off the web. Good for you. The rest of us will understand if you put on Biden hats and wave at us when they haul us away.

Read This and Get Triggered

I finally got to try out my new Timney trigger at 100 yards. It looks like it works.

That’s 22 rounds from my Ruger Precision Rifle. I started in the center with two fouling shots of cheap ammo, and then I went around the bullseyes, starting at 7:00 and going clockwise. I put 5 rounds into each. The bullseyes on the left were shot with Hornady ELD Match 140-grain, and the ones on the left got 147-grain. Before I shot the last bullseye, I adjusted the scope to put my shots in the center.

I would call myself “giddy” at this moment.

There are three kinds of shooting problems. Lack of ability, bad equipment, and failure to understand the equipment. I was concerned that I might be dealing with the first problem. Not any more! Obviously, if I can get the right equipment and learn how to use it correctly, I can hit things.

The trigger that came with the gun was good by hunting standards, but Ruger fixed it so it would not go below a certain pull weight. I think the number is 2.5 pounds. You can change this by removing a spring, but I wanted to go first-class for once, so I bought a Timney trigger. I believe it sets at half a pound and goes off at a pound. I don’t remember. Anyway, it’s a very easy trigger to shoot. You can see the difference it makes. I would say it reduces the diameter of my groups by around 2/3.

My second group, not counting the fouling shots, really opened up, and it was still well under 1 MOA

The gun can shoot. The ammo can shoot. I can shoot. What a relief. Now instead of despairing about my potential, I can think about fine-tuning.

Hornady ELD is showing up for sale again, and I wanted to find out whether my gun preferred 140-grain or 147-grain before ordering more. I can’t see a difference, so I think the best thing is to get the weight that has the best ballistic coefficient. I can buy enough to keep me going until I figure handloading out.

Does my experience mean the original trigger is bad? I don’t know. I would think there must be people who could shoot this well with the stock parts. I am inclined to believe the problem wasn’t so much that the trigger was bad, but that I was not good at fighting suboptimal triggers. If that’s true, then I should be able to improve with all my guns.

Now that I have a load I like, I can head out to the long-range gun range I found and start learning. The cheap Sellier & Bellot FMJ I used today for fouling shots will be good enough for nearly anything I do out there, and when I get better, I can break out the good stuff and try to tighten my groups more.

The cool weather is starting here, so I should have a lot of good days for shooting at 100 yards on my farm. Tonight the bugs tried to eat me, and it rained in the afternoon so I couldn’t shoot until it was starting to get dim.

Should I buy any more junk for the gun? It has a new bolt shroud and the Timney trigger. Some people like Atlas bipods, but I’m not sure how a bipod can make a gun more accurate. Some people like fancy buttstocks, but I have no problems with the one the gun came with.

I think there are people who attack the equipment too much and their own problems too little. It really helps to have a gun you don’t have to fight, but tactical pants and $2500 scopes are not substitutes for criticizing your technique problems.

Should I try a real sniper caliber, like .300 Lapua? I see no reason to. The ammunition costs more, and it beats up your shoulder. Also, 6.5 Creedmoor is a real sniper caliber. It’s just not a super-crazy sniper caliber. If you can hit people at almost 1400 yards, you are a sniper. Carlos Hathcock couldn’t do that with his .30-06.

Next, I have to get the Tikka T3x out. If it shoots better than the RPR, I’m going to have mixed emotions. I have over $1600 in the Ruger, the Tikka was about $1000, and it’s a deer rifle.

Remember to stay out of my yard. It gets more dangerous every day!

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This is How You Prepare for Guests in 2020

Today I decided to take a small step toward preparing for post-election leftist terrorism. I looked into protective gear, and I ordered a red dot scope and a better laser for my rifles.

I have been through a number of elections, and I have been concerned about election outcomes before, but I can’t recall being concerned about the other side trying to harm me physically or take my home, my possessions, and my wealth. This is new, for the United States of America. I don’t think we’ve seen an atmosphere like this since Sherman marched through Georgia.

I’m not overreacting, either. Leftist terrorism started months ago, so no one can say I’m concerned about something that isn’t going to happen. It’s happening today. It happens every day. The only uncertainty concerns degree and duration. Will the terrorism decrease or increase? Will it go away quickly, or is it a permanent part of a new way of life?

It’s a permanent part of a new way of life. You can take that to the bank. The terrorists have no goal, so they have no reason to declare that their campaign of violence is over. When sane people fight for a cause, they have a goal in mind, and when they reach that goal, they stop. Leftist terrorists don’t have a goal that has been articulated or which can be achieved. Some say they will stop when racism is abolished. Of course, that can never happen. It would be like the abolition of bad table manners or shoplifting. There are nearly 8 billion people on earth, and they can’t all be changed. Even if they could, leftist terrorists redefine racism all the time. These days they say all white people are racists. That means racism can never end until all white people are killed. Terrorists have come up with a farcical goal which, to them, justifies unending anti-white racism and violence against innocent people.

Will terrorism decrease or increase after the election? I think it will ramp up until our cities and suburbs are Iraq-style “red zones,” at least where Democrats are in charge. Terrorists in such areas have no reason to quit, and they have ample incentive to continue. They get free stuff by looting. Many are paid by BLM, which is a multi-billion-dollar concern funded by insane Caucasians. The lowest people on earth, who would ordinarily be ignored, are now given bullhorns and the privilege of cursing at random citizens; they enjoy a certain type of local fame, so their already-swollen egos are pumped up. They don’t face prosecution. They don’t have to compensate their victims. What possible reason could they have for quitting? It’s not like they have productive careers they’re putting on hold.

Today I went so far as to look into body armor and helmets. I couldn’t resist. I’ve even considered spending $3000 on an infrared rifle scope so I can kill terrorists who invade my property at night.

Helmets are interesting. These days, armies use plastic helmets which can turn small-arms fire. They’re more resistant than the steel helmets our soldiers wore in Vietnam. There are problems with them, however. If you hit one near the rim, it’s much more likely to let a round go through. If you hit it once, you will shatter the plastic where the round lands, and the next round will either go through or push the shattered plastic in so far the round will shatter the wearer’s skull. Plastic helmets are only good for a few rounds.

A couple of companies have tried to market steel helmets made from better steel than the old Vietnam helmets. When you shoot these helmets, it doesn’t matter whether you’re near the rim. The protection is the same. And they don’t shatter, so if two rounds land in the same area, you aren’t relying on a floppy mass of kevlar to protect you. They don’t deform as much as plastic helmets, so if you’re hit, the round is less likely to push the helmet into your skull. A damaged helmet can be pounded back into shape. And steel helmets don’t weigh any more than plastic ones.

People ridicule steel helmets. Do they know what they’re talking about, or are they like the backward folks who resisted the use of rifle scopes for 50 years? My guess is that steel is better, but asking me about ballistic helmets is like asking a podiatrist about astronomy.

Steel bashers say plastic helmets confine bullet fragments after they’re hit, while steel bounces them in random directions. You can coat a steel helmet with stuff that supposedly reduces this problem, but does it work? And is the risk of being hit by fragments more important than the higher risk of being killed by an intact round while wearing plastic? I don’t know.

You can get a used military helmet for $200 on Ebay. A new steel helmet costs the same amount, without accessories. A new plastic helmet from a top company like Wendy will run over a grand. That’s a lot of money for a helmet that caves in and becomes flexible after one round. Are you supposed to buy several and keep spares on hand in a conflict?

Here’s the only thing I know for sure: protecting your head from bullets is very expensive.

I checked out vests called “plate carriers.” They have pockets for armor made from steel and other materials. Depending on how badly you want to stay alive, you can get different types of plates. Supposedly, ceramic is the best, but if you drop one, you ruin it. I don’t get that. How can a plate that can’t be dropped survive a rifle round? There are also bare steel plates, which throw fragments, and there are coated steel plates which throw fewer fragments. And some plates are heavier than others.

It looks like I would have to blow close to $700 to get something that would work against typical rifles.

When you start thinking about preparing for war, you understand how inexpensive peace is.

There is good news. The best material for building bulletproof barriers is cheap. It’s sand. You just need bags. It’s too bad you can’t buy a vest full of sand, plus a sand helmet.

I think it will be a long time before terrorists make it to my farm, but many people aren’t so blessed. I wonder what people who are stuck in cities are feeling right now. I wonder about people who live in suburbs that are close to cities. They used to be safe from rioting, but the terrorists are now making a point of taking it to people who fled cities for protection.

Not only are people close to cities more likely to be harmed; they are more likely to be prosecuted for defending themselves. Look at the McCloskeys and Kyle Rittenhouse. Where I live, the McCloskeys would never have been charged, and Rittenhouse–as pure a victim as has ever existed–would have been given a parade. If you’re trespassing on my land with a weapon and bad intentions, I can shoot you dead, and that will be the end of it. If I lived in a place like Chicago or Austin or Atlanta, and an armed invader approached, I would have to choose between death and a high likelihood of a bankrupting prosecution followed by an unjust imprisonment.

I’ll say it again: the rapture can’t come soon enough.

The Bible calls the tribulation “the hour of temptation.” Murderous feelings will increase, and people will menace each other. Leftist terrorists are in tribulation mode already. When you know a group of evil, incorrigible, unthinking people are out to get you, you will naturally be provoked to anger. Provocation is a form of temptation. It’s one of the things raptured Christians will be spared. God doesn’t want us to be down here dealing with extreme temptation which is likely to land us in hell due to bad decisions.

God raptured me out of Miami, and if I play my cards right, he will rapture me off the earth before I find myself looking up the barrel of my rifle at a deranged animal in man’s clothing.

I’m still preparing a little. If I had more certainty about the immediate future, maybe I wouldn’t bother.

Scratch That off the List

Three projects are behind me now: my welding cart, smoked ribs, and mac and cheese. Well, four projects if you include my new kitchen blackboard. I put a list of things to do on it. “Paint cart” is at the top.

The ribs are fine, except I think I should decrease the salt and avoid using too much rub. The mac and cheese was gritty in spite of using starch instead of flour. I’m melting the cheese too fast. The cart is just about perfect. Here it is.

I was going to wait for the paint to cure completely before assembling it, but it looked like it would hold up, so I moved ahead.

I already put two welders on it. I need to get a bigger C25 bottle. Perhaps tomorrow.

Once I get things settled, I’ll decide where to put cord hangers.

I hate to sell my Harbor Freight Vulcan cart. It’s a great tool. I just don’t need it any more. My Eastwood carts are okay, but they’re cumbersome, and they always seem to be in the way.

I plan to build a second cart as soon as possible. The workshop has to be tamed, and welding carts are central to the plan. Today after I finished this one, I experienced a taste of my future. Some Vise Grips and other tools were lying around in the way, and I grabbed them and put them in the cart’s drawers. It felt wonderful. I couldn’t see them any more.

I should probably be building a bulletproof cart with rifle ports so I can welcome uninvited Biden supporters (undocumented guests) in November and December, but maybe they’ll be too busy killing Republicans and running over cops in their own cities to visit me out here.

I wore my MAGA hat while running errands today and yesterday, and it seemed like I couldn’t go to a single store without being accosted and congratulated on my good taste. A guy who was rounding up grocery carts told me we had to keep praying.

I have 48 cans of tuna, my own well, and enough ammunition to kill a small city. I hope the rapture comes in December. If not, I think I will still make it through January.

I Have a Panic HOUSE

Today I am having my roof fixed. I’m paying $1000 for something I could probably do myself, but I am not interested in rolling off the roof and becoming a permanent yard ornament. I’m also not excited about having my ceiling fall because I didn’t know how to do roofing correctly.

I wanted to put blinds in my former dining room before the roofers showed up. Why? Because it’s a workshop/gun room now. I have a lot of ammunition in that room, and anyone looking into a window would know what it was. These days, ammunition is like gold. You can buy it, but if it’s a popular caliber, you’re likely to shell out three times what it cost last year.

Roofing companies are a top resource for released prison inmates. If you can’t get a job anywhere else, a roofer will probably take a chance on you. Good information to have, if you’re a homeowner or, perhaps more importantly, a homeowner’s wife or daughter. The thought of an electrician or plumber seeing my stuff doesn’t concern me all that much. Roofers are different.

Sadly, I signed a contract before buying blinds, and I didn’t think I had time to get them installed before the roofers showed up, so I didn’t do anything.

Today the roofers showed up without warning, so moving my ammunition out of sight, one container at a time, was not an option. Someone was looking out for me, however, because I had my ammunition loaded on a wheeled shelf unit. I rolled it into a hallway, and I was all set.

I should have bought these shelves a lot sooner. I cheaped out at first. I bought plastic shelves from Home Depot. I wrote about this a couple of days ago. They run $40 each, and when you overload them, they bend. Mine bent. The shelves I have now are fancy chromed Seville Classics jobs from Amazon. I have two units. One is mostly dedicated to ammunition. The other is for reloading components and other items. I have hundreds of pounds on the first one, and it’s not sagging at all. Wish I could say the same of myself.

I moved one of my plastic shelves to the laundry room, where it has become my paranoia storage area.

I went to Walmart yesterday for dishwashing powder and salt, and I bought a big, heavy bag of jasmine rice. I also picked up 4 pounds of great northern beans, canned salmon, two large jars of Skippy, and 6 pounds of pasta. This is a lot of food. One person could probably go a month on it. I also have 6 gallon cans of Stanislaus pizza sauce.

You would think a long-term food supply would take up a lot of room and cost a lot of money, but you would be wrong. My shelf unit is maybe 25% full. My total bill at Walmart was around $80, and I bought a lot of things unrelated to preparation.

I plan to add more rice and maybe some different beans. I have 48 cans of tuna on the way. I want to dry apples. When you’re from Appalachia, not having dried apples is uncivilized. Ordinarily, drying apples is a pain because of bugs, but I have a screened-in pool, so no flies.

I checked into generators. Not a great option, unfortunately. I would have to spend close to $20,000 to get a whole-house rig that would cost me $5 per hour to run. That’s about $3600 per month for electricity, assuming diesel would even be available, and the price would go way up in a crisis. Unless you have your own natural gas well or hydroelectric plant, I think you can pretty well expect to do without power in a hard core prepper scenario. Maybe you can run your laptop off solar panels.

I wonder if people are buying manual pumps for their wells.

There is zero fresh water near me, unless you count swampy ponds.

I suppose I’ll have to hope we still have power during the civil war.

The Internet says my power company uses a mix of coal, uranium, “biomass,” and natural gas. What is “biomass”? Chicken manure, maybe? Is there anything chicken manure can’t do?

Let’s see. Coal comes from the South, so that may still be available after the North turns on us. Natural gas comes from the South. I would guess that biomass comes from the South. Would we still have nuclear power? The plants are in-state, but would we be able to get uranium? Maybe the Chinese would sell it to us on Alibaba or Banggood.

There is a lot of oil in Jesus-friendly areas, and there are also many refineries. That’s good.

If you would like to dry your own apples, I have the ultimate tip. Spend $25 on an apple peeler. They really work. You can core, peel, and slice an apple in 5 seconds. I should go get apples today. You can dry them by setting them on a window screen.

I don’t like factory dried apples, because they put a chemical on them to keep them white. It kills the flavor. To get the real flavor of dried apples, you need to avoid that stuff. Real dried apples taste like apple butter. Factory apples taste like air.

The future is uncertain. Are we looking at a few weeks of pro-Biden terrorist riots followed by a crackdown and resumed calm, will we have a full-blown civil war complete with drawn borders, or will we simply move into an Israel-type situation in which terrorism is a normal part of daily life? Actually, we’re already in that situation, except that the acts of terrorism committed here haven’t been as serious as the ones Israelis face.

A full-blown civil war with new borders would be a catastrophe, because leftists would freeze or simply steal the bank and security accounts of conservatives and centrists, and they would also cut off our access to phones, the Internet, and credit. Leftists would probably be massacred routinely due to their inferior capacity for violence. They’re pretty good at throwing bottles of pee, but they would do poorly while trying to familiarize themselves with firearms, camouflage, tactics, and so on. Jesus people have been shooting, hunting, and serving in the military for centuries.

My hat is off to people who think they can do well after a total breakdown of society. It would be very hard to prepare sufficiently well to guarantee that. I figure it’s realistic to prepare for a bad month or two, tops, and I see no hope of providing my own electricity over long periods. I will have to bank on a future in which companies in my area adapt and continue producing power.

Should I cut some firewood? Arrgh. Anything but that.

In my area, I would probably need wood for maybe 45 days. That’s a lot of wood. To prepare it, I would need to create huge snake-infested piles which would eventually attract termites and rot.

I have a lot of downed wood already. Maybe I should just wait and see what happens. I can cut it into firewood if I have to. I was going to burn it, but maybe it has value.

In any case, there is no possibility my ammunition will get the roofers excited today.

Trump Milkshake: Existential Threat to Mankind

Two huge stories are in the news today. It’s hard to decide which one to write about.

For a long time, I felt God was telling me to avoid looking at the news. That was pleasant. Now I feel he is telling me I have to look at it. What’s the difference? I believe the difference is in me. It used to be harder for me to look at the news without being provoked or discouraged. Now, with better supernatural tools, I am more stable, so the news is not as dangerous to me.

“Dangerous”? I must be a Bible-thumping climate-change-denying mask hater! How can information be dangerous? Actually, it can. The informative value can be exceeded by the damage it does to your heart. This is one reason why God tells us to be separated from the world. Merely witnessing what happens around us can tempt us in ways that can be destructive. You have to limit your exposure to the cursed, God-rejecting world in order to avoid being overwhelmed.

Here are the big stories: President Trump has proven his unfitness for his job by ordering a milkshake, and Pat Robertson has “prophesied” regarding the near future of America.

I know it’s hard to believe that a grown man with responsibilities would order a milkshake, but Trump did it. He was in a security briefing, and he called a waiter into the room and offered everyone a malt. We can’t say for sure, but there is no proof he didn’t tell the waiter to hold the nuclear button while he tweeted. There is no proof it didn’t happen, so we can assume it did. When will this man be stopped?

“Journalists” are enraged. They are offended, so they must be right. The theory is that our elected and appointed officials would continue spewing dangerous information while a waiter was in the room, because, well, THERE IS NO PROOF THEY DIDN’T. There is also no proof they or the waiter renounced white supremacy.

I guess I’m a feckless optimist, but I can’t help thinking top officials would stop blurting out sensitive intelligence while ordering milkshakes from a person with a low security clearance.

If hackers take out our missile silos as a result of Trump’s milkshake gaffe, it will just be more proof Trump isn’t groovy. Bush II wasn’t groovy, and now we have another non-groovy chief executive, and I just can’t stand it one more second.

I should rejoin Tiktok just so I can get in the car and do a meltdown video.

As for Pat Robertson, he says he “thinks” Trump will be reelected. Prophets don’t “think” things will happen. God tells them things will happen. God will never tell you he “thinks” this or that, because God knows. There are no opinions in heaven. There are only facts no one there questions.

Anyway, Robertson says there will be post-election bloodshed followed by a 5-year period of peace in which people will serve God and pray together and so on. He says God will resolve people’s disputes. Then there will be a big war, and I believe he said the second coming would come after that.

Can’t buy it. It doesn’t seem to line up with the Bible or the dreams and impressions charismatics have been having this year. I have not seen a reference to a 5-year Messianic age in which the world gets straightened out. The Bible says there will be a millennium of peace, not 5 years. I don’t know where Robertson got his timeline.

I keep saying I have a very strong impression that the rapture will be this year. I don’t call it a prophecy. I haven’t found any ways in which the impression conflicts with the Bible, and it makes sense in too many ways to list. But I make mistakes, and God didn’t hand me a scroll with a detailed prediction on it.

I “think” I’m right. I’m just about sure Robertson is wrong.

He claims to receive information from God about people’s problems, and viewers have called in and said they’ve been healed while watching him. They idea is that God told Robertson these things but did not attach names to them, and when Robertson says “someone” has this or that problem, people who are watching realize he’s talking about them. There is considerable evidence that this actually happens, and I don’t get supernatural information about strangers’ medical issues, so who is more likely to be right about the future?

Just putting it out there.

I’ve decided to buy a little food. You never know. I ordered 48 cans of tuna at a great price, and I’m going to load up on dried beans and rice. I plan to lay in some canned salmon. Canned fish lasts forever, and beans and rice are good for at least a couple of years. Maybe I should get a big jar of compensational multivitamins, too. For maybe $150, I can set myself up with food for several months. I’m not very excited about it. I don’t want to be here to eat it! I heard someone is throwing a big party in heaven, and the food there should be a lot better.

I should dehydrate apples. Imagine life on beans and rice without anything to help push them through the colon. Apples could save my life.

My ammunition situation is good. Example: a couple of days ago I found 1000 rounds of 9mm bullets I had forgotten I had. I need to put them in cartridges.

I bought lead semiwadcutters and started loading them, but I found the overall lengths were not consistent. People said it might be that compressed air in the cases was pushing the bullets back up. The recommended answer: coated bullets. I bought more semiwadcutters coated with plastic. I don’t recall how plastic solves the problem, but I’ll try it. I believe the coated bullets have less grease on them. The uncoated ones left lube all over my dies, to the point where I was afraid it interfered with reloading.

I have no desire to be part of the upcoming civil war, but I like to shoot, and I don’t want to be deprived. And maybe someone who is part of the war will need my ammo.

I want to be ready for whatever happens. These days, I battle demons, literally. I evict them from my presence several times a week. I tell them I will not host them. It’s a very strange thing. After going after a few spirits–let’s say murder, the spirit of antichrist, and laziness–I’ll start to fall asleep. It happens over and over. I think this is because hostile spirits speak into your mind all the time. When you drive them out, you get some quiet.

It’s a very real thing. Everyone has demons. Jesus had Satan himself and had to drive him off more than once. It’s strange that Christians think they can’t have demons, but Jesus could have Satan. Are we better than Jesus?

I now pray for God to bring the rapture ASAP. The more I think about it, the more I realize humanity has had ample chances. The Bible says stripes are for the fool’s back. Some people can’t take gentle hints. Maybe the tribulation will bring a bigger harvest than the rapture. Maybe billions of scoffers will yield once they’ve suffered enough. God has been kind, and things have gotten worse, so maybe it’s time to put away the carrot and bring out the stick.

The thought of being in the lifeboat and encouraging the captain to paddle away from people floating in the water is a little scary, but look at what the world has become.

I don’t want to be here when I can be fined or jailed for refusing to call a man a woman. I don’t want to live to see wealth taxes and “reparations”-based land confiscations. I don’t want to see Christian and Jewish families massacred and raped. I’m very content with the evil I’ve already seen. It will suffice.

When the Tiktok car-meltdown people are in charge, it’s time to be somewhere else. Ask a Cuban or a white South African.

Today I plan to work on my new welding cart. I have to do something while the world burns, and I can’t play the fiddle.

Pork, Guns, and God

I barely survived the weekend.

Two friends of mine drove up on Saturday morning, and they left yesterday. I’ll call them Diamond and Silk. They’re sisters. Diamond is a nurse, and Silk is a newly-minted prosecutor for a Florida county. They’re Haitian. I met them when I was going to Trinity Church in Miami.

We made a deal. I would fix ribs, and they would do all the cleaning up.

I bought two racks of spare ribs, which were twice what we needed. I found a Youtube video on turning spare ribs into St. Louis ribs, and I followed the directions.

Spare ribs have little ribby bits on one side, and the other side is a large piece of boneless meat. When you cut that piece off, you get a piece of meat you can smoke, along with a rack of ribs that are somewhat like baby backs, only fattier and more delicious.

I didn’t really know what was inside spare ribs. I never bothered to figure out where the bones stopped. I was afraid I would need a saw to make St. Louis ribs. Not so. You just cut where the ribs join the cartilage which connects to the sternum. I’ll post a very helpful video.

I think this is a great move. It gives you small ribs that are easy to handle, plus a large piece of meat which is good in its own right.

I smoked the ribs with 2.5 ounces of hickory and my own rub, after hosing them down with Jim Beam. They were spectacular. It should have been illegal to put sauce on them. But we did.

I also made Texas toast. I made a loaf of sweet white bread with butter and sugar in the dough, and then I dipped slices in strained garlic butter (no garlic pieces) and browned them in a skillet. Unbelievable.

I also prepared a blueberry cheesecake. I’m glad I don’t have any of it left, because this stuff is just too good to not eat.

We also had corn on the cob and barbecue beans with smoked sausage bits.

I think I can safely say that no one in Florida ate better than we did this weekend.

We talked a lot about the rapture and the tribulation. Diamond is taking it seriously. She has bags of rice and beans. She had a dream about moving to Tennessee, even though it’s not what you would call her natural habitat. Silk is not all that aware, so she is still a Democrat. She’s baptized with the Holy Spirit, though, and I have confidence she’ll come around if she speaks in tongues as much as she should. Nothing turns people conservative like prayer in tongues.

We got to shoot a little. I have two arrays of steel targets, welded together by yours truly. Diamond has a Ruger EC9, which is a plastic compact 9mm, and Silk has a Smith & Wesson Bodyguard in .380. Unfortunately, they are not integrated tightly into the 2A cult, so they were not ready for the ammo shortage. Diamond had one 50-round bag of ammo, and Silk had nothing.

Luckily for them, they know a guy who was watching the wind. I have .22 ammo to burn, so I used some of it to teach them to shoot. We used an SW22 and a Colt Woodsman. At first, they were shooting all over the place, but by the end of the day, they were hitting the steel most of the time at 7 yards. I also let them shoot my bright stainless Colt 1911 in .38 Super.

Now maybe there is a chance they’ll be able to defend themselves instead of pulling a Pulp Fiction scene and filling walls with wasted lead.

Watching over Diamond and Silk is like looking after 6 hyperactive kids in a mall, so I was pretty worn out when they left.

Today, I got back to my routine.

I had ordered 5 pounds of smokeless powder, and Fedex failed to show up when they promised. To take delivery, I had to sign in person, so I had to either sit at the house and wait or go to the Fedex hub and pick up the package. I was afraid they would send the powder back, and in these times, you can’t afford to lose any powder. Today I went to the hub and picked up the box.

I also went to get my new .22 pistol. It’s a Browning Challenger I, made in Belgium. I think I already wrote about it. I found it on Gunbroker. It looked very good, an excellent specimen is worth $700, and no one was making reasonable bids. All told, including a transfer fee and shipping, I paid about $477.

This is a marvelous pistol. The trigger is magnificent, the bluing is in very good shape, and it shoots beautifully. A real addition to my collection.

I thought it was in near-mint condition from the pictures, but that isn’t true. I can see it has been fired a lot, and the bluing on the forward side of the grip has thin places where two fingers rested on it, but still…$477.

I hope nothing goes wrong with it, because Browning is not good about supporting the model. They aren’t working very hard to make parts for middle-aged pistols.

Yesterday, once I was alone, I assembled some new shelves for the gun room. When I moved my stuff in there, I bought two $40 plastic shelf units from Home Depot and loaded them up. Sadly, they were not up to the weight of ammunition and reloading components. They bowed. I ended up with boxes all over the floor, because I had nowhere to put them. I broke down and ordered two Seville Classics (really Shanghai Classics) rolling steel units. I got them for $150 each. For some reason, the price fluctuates during the day, and I caught them on a dip. They were $168 when I first put them in my cart.

These shelves can hold 4000 pounds if you put feet on them. If you use wheels, the capacity drops to 500 pounds. I guess the spindles on the wheels bend. Anyway, it’s pretty obvious the shelves are not the weak points, so it’s okay to put a great deal of weight on a couple of shelves per unit, as long as you don’t overload the remaining shelves. I filled the lower shelves with ammo and brass. Then I put other junk on the other shelves. No problems. They roll around just find, and nothing is bent.

I was able to keep one Home Depot unit for light objects, so now I have a lot of storage, and I can see the floor. I can actually find things now.

I’m going to get back to work on my tool chest welding cart conversion. I should go ahead and buy a second tool chest.

The year 2020 keeps getting better. I hope it’s a trend that continues through the rapture.

I Love to Work at Nothing all Day

I’ve had a somewhat arduous couple of days. I bought another gun, and there were problems. On top of that, my car’s air conditioning went out, and I became obsessed with fixing it. Finally, I have two guests coming for the weekend, so I’ve been cooking and trying to make the house presentable.

Why did I buy another gun? Because I could, mainly. Also, I had no deer rifle. I had a couple of Eastern-bloc guns that could be used for deer, and I also had an LR-308, a PSL, a Saiga-12, a Ruger Precision Rifle, and a K31. I didn’t have anything a normal human being would use.

Well. I did have a 16-gauge FUDD shotgun, but that’s an unusual choice.

I went with 6.5 Creedmoor. In my opinion, it’s the new .30-06. If someone tells you to get in the truck and go hunting in North America, and all you know is that the prey is over 50 pounds, the 6.5 Creedmoor will kill it. The .30-06 and its short-action copy, the .308, are pretty much obsolete because the 6.5 Creedmoor does everything they do, better. The 6.5 is very, very popular, and the simple reason is that it made a number of older calibers unnecessary. It’s a great hunting round, and because it’s popular, there are a ton of different factory loads for it. If you don’t like factory loads, there is a world of load data available. It’s the Glock of rifle calibers. It’s common, and it works well.

I decided to splurge this time. I love Savages because they’re very accurate and not expensive, but this time I moved a few links up the food chain and bought a Tikka T3x Superlite. Tikka is a Finnish company, and they do very good work. I believe Tikka is really Sako now, and it’s also Beretta. I’m not sure. Gun companies gobble each other up like crazy; Remington/Marlin is now Ruger, for example, and Thompson/Center is Smith & Wesson. Anyway, the name still exists, and they still make the guns in Finland, so the quality has been maintained. So I’m told.

The Superlite is a real hunter’s gun. It’s very light, as you might deduce from the name. The whole thing weighs 6 pounds. It has a fluted stainless barrel and a fancy plastic stock covered with a camo pattern. It only holds three rounds in the box, so it will be one of the last guns President Harris confiscates, assuming people follow through on their insane threats to vote for Biden.

It still amazes me that people take him seriously. It’s not surprising that he became Vice President, because that’s a position typically occupied by certified cretins, but putting him in the Oval Office and actually letting him sit behind the desk is about like putting an unelected third-rate lawyer in charge of a nation’s healthcare simply because her husband won the presidency.

When I was a kid, sometimes my dad would let me sit on his lap and steer the car, but he never got out and told me to go pick up some bread.

I ordered the Superlite from Bass Pro’s website. I had been looking for a Superlite in a color I could stand, and when I saw it at Bass Pro, I couldn’t resist. The picture on the site showed a nice right-handed bolt gun. When I ordered it, I got an email that showed the same picture. When I looked my order up on the site later…same picture.

You can see where this is going.

I went to pick the gun up, and the girl at the counter asked if she should insert the bolt for me while I was inspecting it, and I told her not to bother. Then I got home, inserted the bolt, and noticed it was on the wrong side of the gun.

I had a $1000 non-returnable left-handed rifle.

I called the local Bass Pro immediately, and they told me not to fire it. They said to wait, and they would call me back. I also called the website’s number, and I got an Indian guy with no authority. All he could do was repeat their no-return policy.

At least I think that’s what he was repeating.

I said I knew there was someone there who could make a return happen, and I asked to talk to that person. That person was not even a little helpful. She refused to even discuss a return, and she said I might get somewhere talking to the local people.

Gun shops do not like to take guns back. The rationale is that once a gun goes through a background check, it’s used. Do you buy that? I don’t work at a gun store, but it’s hard for me to believe the government has people who go around to places like Dick’s and Cabela’s, checking serial numbers to see if they’re selling NICS-processed guns as new. I don’t believe that happens. I think gun stores are just worried about idiots who shoot 100 rounds, get buyer’s remorse, and try to bring back dirty guns.

Change my mind.

I’ve probably returned 25 new items in their original packaging to retailers over the last year, and never once did anyone tell me they would have to be sold as used goods. Not until yesterday, when it really mattered.

Anyway, the local people called back, and they said they would be more than happy to take a return. And they had the right-handed version of the gun at the store, for $50 less. They tried to do the second background check without charging me, but the system would not let them. They accidentally refunded me over $9 for something I hadn’t paid for, and when they caught it, they told me not to worry about it.

God bless them. I think I could actually have made a profit reselling the gun on Gunbroker, but I might also have taken a $300 loss, and I did not want the hassle.

I made 4 45-mile trips between my house and Bass Pro, and I had to wait for two background checks in one day. That killed Thursday for me.

Next time I buy a new gun, I will examine it like an MSNBC grunt trying to find racism in a video of Trump eating a bologna sandwich.

Have I actually hunted for deer? Well, no. But I am determined to get around to it.

On the third trip, I noticed the car’s air conditioning was blowing warm. Great. I also had a problem with the car overheating at low speeds. I believe this is because the water bottle I jammed between the idiotic louvers on the radiator has flattened out.

Many cars now have shutters on their radiators. They make cars slightly more aerodynamic at high speed, and this gets you…get this…a 1% increase in gas mileage. Look it up. These shutters break down all the time, and replacing them is a giant job. Mine failed, and when I realized how worthless they were, I decided the best thing was to prop them open. I plan to put a screw in the frame to keep them open permanently. There is no down side to keeping them open, apart from that gigantic mileage decrease.

This is where leftism, which is behind the radiator shutters, gets us. It gives you a $300 part that saves you $5 per year for three years and then fails.

Wonder where the energy to make the part and ship it comes from. Fairy flatulence, I guess.

I’ve learned a great deal about air conditioning since last night. First of all, my car’s compressor isn’t turning on. The electromagnetic clutch won’t engage., There are a bunch of possible reasons. There is a fuse. There is a relay that turns the compressor on. If the system is low on refrigerant, it refuses to engage the clutch. There is a refrigerant pressure switch, and if it goes bad, the system thinks the gas has leaked out, and the compressor doesn’t turn.

Today I spent a great deal of time fooling with the car. I replaced the relay with a horn relay that was next to it. No joy. I checked the fuse. It was fine. I bypassed the relay, and the compressor turned, causing the air to blow cold. I tried to shoot some refrigerant into the system, because I figured that would tell me whether lack of refrigerant was the problem. It didn’t help.

I’m down to two likely possibilities. Either I failed to get enough refrigerant into it to make it catch, or the pressure switch is bad. In any case, the only way I can get cold air is to jam a paper clip into two holes the relay used to fill. That won’t get it done.

I forced myself to give up on the car. I had to clean up the house. I’m way behind. I also had to make a cheesecake for my guests. Right now, I’m writing to kill time while it bakes (instead of doing more cleaning).

Tomorrow, I’m going to make smoked spare ribs, barbecue beans, Texas toast, corn on the cob, and macaroni and cheese. And yes, I plan to make my guests clean up the kitchen. Because I expect to be recovering on the floor.

I should have bought smoked sausage to go in the beans. Didn’t occur to me. I bought bacon instead. Still, it should be one of the best meals served in the state tomorrow, barring a mishap.

The cheesecake is now cooling. You are dismissed.

Yelp Lets Imbeciles Call Terrorists Down on Businesses

You know what hurts? Being right.

As I’ve observed the decline of America, I have made a bunch of predictions. Many involved technology, which I know little about. Even though I don’t have deep knowledge of technology, I have been proven right over and over. My misses are few in comparison. Surely God must have been telling me things.

One of the things I predicted was that the Internet would replace the government. Eventually, people will be wired together so effectively, they will resemble a single consciousness that reacts to things very quickly. Too quickly and decisively for the government to react. It’s happening.

Today I learned that Yelp, the Internet review giant, has a new policy. If enough idiots and liars flag your business as racist, Yelp will put a notification on your page.

It’s extortion. It’s a protection racket. “Play ball, or go out of business while violent, unprosecutable mobs menace your store.”

Why do I say “unprosecutable”? Because we have major cities in which it’s nearly impossible to get yourself prosecuted for terrorism related to Antifa and BLM. People are being arrested, released, and arrested again.

I had 95 Yelp reviews up as of this morning. Now I have none. I deleted them all. I tried to replace them with messages protesting the extortion, but you can’t do that. You can add to a review, but you can’t remove it. Yelp offers you a little box in which you can explain why you deleted your review, so I used it to call them extortionists.

Remember what happened around 50 years ago? The government stepped in and forced business owners to accommodate minorities. Whether it was a good idea is debatable, since the public was turning against segregation anyway, and passing intrusive new laws extended the federal government’s control of individual citizens, but it was something the government was entitled to do. No private entity could do it. Now government has been supplanted. We don’t have to draft laws or have Congressional debates or votes. A bunch of imbeciles with cell phones can shut you down pretty much instantly, and there is no legal recourse, nor is there any due process. Then when terrorists show up to break your windows, the police ignore them, or they get arrested one night and show up to terrorize you again the next day.

Jewish legend says the people of Sodom and Gomorrah tormented visitors because they loved their cities and didn’t want anyone else to share in the blessings. It says that when merchants visited, locals would swarm them. Every person would steal one small item. Each crime was too small to ground prosecution, but the merchants were ruined. It was like being attacked by piranha. Or flies. Satan is the Lord of the Flies, after all. That name wasn’t given to him without good reason.

Now we have swarms of unnaccountable terrorists, performing the same basic function as the Sodomites, with just as little accountability. In fact, they receive approval and financial and social rewards.

Cell phones and the Internet are facilitating our decline into lawlessness. Fifty years ago, it was much harder to coordinate large numbers of cruel morons. Now it’s a breeze, and I promise you, it will get easier.

I keep telling people: this is the Beast. Yes, the Bible says one man will bear that title, but he will not be alone. He would be powerless alone. He’ll have a body of servants, just as Jesus does. The body of the Beast is part of the Beast, just as we are parts of Jesus.

Jesus influences, but does not control, people through the Spirit of Holiness. Satan is a weak loser and the father of all losers, so he doesn’t have a comparable, ubiquitous spirit. He has Skynet, however, and it has given him power greater than any power he has ever had.

The net human beings are weaving for themselves will choke them to death. No one can withstand constant scrutiny and exposure or a system of quick rewards and punishments that come without recourse or due process. We are sewing a straitjacket around ourselves, and we’re just too stupid to see it. We can’t handle this much power. It will destroy us. Only the perfectly righteous can handle omnipotence. This is why God cast Satan into hell. Satan wanted the power of God with the character of a cockroach.

It will keep getting worse. We will not magically develop the character needed to wield this kind of power correctly. There is no hope that will happen. Conservatives understand this, because conservatism is based on the knowledge that people are selfish. Liberals pretend people are good and that they can solve their own problems, so they will keep feeding the flames.

I’ve used Yelp a lot. I’m not sure why, because the recommendations haven’t worked out well. Business owners queer the reviews. There are tons of glowing reviews which clearly were not written by actual customers, and I’m sure business owners write bad reviews for competitors. I’ve eaten plenty of slop at places with good reviews.

Yelp gives you the illusion that you’re getting something you can trust, but in reality, it’s not that good. My experience suggests consistently bad reviews can be trusted, but a huge string of good ones means nothing. A lot of business owners have big families and no integrity.

In the upcoming civil war, the left’s ace will be control of information. Censorship and ecommerce restrictions will be used to counter the right’s control of most of the land and most of the weapons. Yelp, Google, Youtube, and so on will be on the wrong side of history. Tech kids are overwhelmingly leftist, and tech people tend to be cruel and arrogant, with undeveloped hearts and no interest in fairness. It will be interesting to see what happens.

I wonder what the next sign will be. Yelp isn’t the biggest influence on the web. The bigger players may be able to cause real suffering on a very wide scale.

Satan’s Leftists Starting to Look Ripe

The red horseman of the apocalypse is either riding among us or playing his entrance music.

The newest focus of the Antichrist’s mindless mob violence: Wauwatosa, Wisconsin. The next name terrorists may try to force you to say in order to avoid a beating: Alvin Cole.

Alvin Cole, who was black, went to a mall. He took a Smith & Wesson M&P pistol with a 30-round magazine. He got in a moronic argument with a man, and he showed him his gun. The police were called. Cole ran, and he was pursued. While he ran, he shot at his pursuers, a cop and a security guard. In response to his unspoken request, the police provided him with a generous serving of hot lead, and he expired.

Alvin Cole made himself garbage. He treated himself as though he were disposable and forced others to do the same. He put himself in a position where the only option was to send him to hell. Somehow, in the minds of our domestic BLM terrorists, this is the fault of the police and the security guard. Terrorists ran amok in Wautosa, entering yards and breaking the windows of random homes.

The disturbing thing is that terrorists went into the suburbs this time. We’re used to seeing them attack police stations and businesses. Now they run down streets and break house windows while the occupants are within.

It’s a bad development. I can’t tell you what the law says in every state, district, and territory, but here in Florida, a person who enters an occupied home without permission is presumed to be likely to kill or do other great harm, and it’s okay to shoot them dead without running away or making much of an effort to investigate their intentions. Going into someone’s yard doesn’t necessarily raise the same presumption, but it probably can, and once a pattern of trespassing in yards is established, home invasions will follow. When BLM and Antifa home invasions become common, bodies will start piling up, and the vast majority will be those of terrorists.

We already know what terrorists and potential terrorists will do when a violent criminal is killed by police in a jusitified shooting. What will they do when we start hearing reports that this or that victim has shot 7 or 8 “teens” dead in his or her yard?

How many potential terrorists do we have? How deep is the bench? Do we have enough privately owned guns to discourage them? I wonder.

Maybe it varies by location. Where I live, terrorists would have a very difficult time. But there are many residential neighborhoods filled with liberals who are self-righteously determined to live unarmed. Jews come to mind; it’s like they never heard of the Warsaw Ghetto. And gun and ammunition supplies get tighter all the time, so strapping up now is not a viable option for most unarmed people. On top of that, leftist officials are very likely to respond to terrorist aggression by trying to shut down further sales to people in their areas. They will also try to confiscate arms that are already present, regardless of what the law says.

I suppose the chickens will come home to roost. Liberals made their beds, and they will have to lie in them and harvest the rewards of their efforts. They raised the chickens.

I saw a video of a man in Wauwatosa trying to tell terrorists they were vandalizing homes belonging to Democrats. It’s so sad; he doesn’t understand. They don’t care. Why do people think they care? How can people be that stupid?

Police shootings don’t matter. They’re pretexts. Black racists and self-hating whites (who are taking BLM over with an astounding demonstration of the power of whitesplaining) aren’t really motivated by police violence. They’re motivated by bigotry and cruelty. They don’t care if you voted for Obama. They don’t even care if you belong to BLM. They’re just looking to hurt people. They love the joy of humiliating helpless human beings, injuring and killing them, and taking or destroying what they have.

The man who tried to talk to terrorists should have stayed in his house with a gun. He was deluded. He didn’t understand that he was waving bait in front of sharks. He was old, white, and fat. He must have looked the way a chicken with a broken wing looks to a fox.

One of the reasons for the tribulation is hatred of truth. Leftists, as children of the Antichrist, have abandoned truth. It means nothing to them; they find it offensive. When you abandon the truth and love lies, you become immune to growth and correction. Truth is what people use to help you. When it can’t find a way in, you become worthless, and efforts to save you become a waste of time and resources.

Antichristians say things like, “Only whites can be racist.” It’s a hate-excusing mantra, coined from thin air, spewed by racist academics and ghetto philosophers. They say all whites are racist. They say speech is violence. They even say silence is violence. When you try to talk to them, they vomit their Satanic canards at you, condemning themselves to abandonment and destruction.

Why do they say speech and silence are violence? Because violence justifies violence in response. They love violence, and they’re looking for ways to get permission to do it. What they really mean is, “We hate whites, Jews, successful Asians, conservatives, and real Christians, and we want to hurt you and keep hurting you forever.” Their father is Satan, they are just as crazy as he is, and they feel pretty much what he feels.

God told me that people who reject him are afterbirth. When a baby is born, a lot of live flesh comes out with it, but it dies in the process, and then it becomes garbage. This is the fate of people who hate Jesus. Like afterbirth, they have to exist, and they serve a purpose, but once the purpose is served, they go to be incinerated and kept away from the living.

Plants have afterbirth. A seed comes with a husk and other non-fertile parts. When a seed grows, the afterbirth rots. This is very relevant to the tribulation, because the word “tribulation” literally means removing the afterbirth from grain so it can be burned. A tribulum is a device used to separate grain from husks.

The Antichristians are afterbirth. They have no hope of remaining free after death or of leaving a legacy. Their names will die with them, and they will stay dead. Their memory will die. The tribulation will be the final winnowing in the age of the gentiles.

Until today, I felt very concerned about people who will miss the rapture. In my heart, I somehow conflated missing the rapture with eternal damnation. This morning I realized that was wrong. The words says people who are alive during the tribulation will be able to accept salvation. The problem is that they will live in complete misery until they die. The prayers of God’s children won’t be rising from the earth any more, and God’s fury won’t be restrained as it is now. It will be very bad, but not so bad that we should beg God to put it off unnecessarily.

It’s better for Antichristians to suffer the tribulation now than for Christians to remain here until their suffering becomes excessive and unprofitable. Antichristians have made their choice. If anyone has to suffer, it should be them, not us. And maybe that suffering will help them more than a few extra years of grace would. The word says stripes are for a fool’s back. Persuasion and kindess are inappropriate, and counterproductive, for many people.

A big, big percentage of America is deeply in love with lies. Even if they’re not committing terrorism, they’re supporting it and voting for it. It seems to me that we have sunk very deeply into the love of evil. Trump may win, and we can pray and have revivals, but dishonesty and pride are like strong armor. I don’t think we can make real change, because you can only sell people things they want. If they want evil, they won’t swallow the truth even if they understand it well.

Another reason for an imminent rapture: the more violent and cruel the left becomes, the more likely they will be able to tempt Christians to become like them and be damned. God already raptured Enoch and Elijah, and some believe Enoch was removed because if he hadn’t been, he might have turned to sin.

I used to think the world would have to be completely chaotic in order for the rapture to come. I no longer think that’s true. I think 2020 would make perfect sense. The only major refuge of godliness in the world is gone. We have to bow to idiots, whores, and murderers as a matter of course. If God wants to put an end to this act of the drama, I say may he do it.

May it come before large numbers of us find ourselves presented with the choice of shooting terrorists or being beaten, murdered, and raped.

I have regretted not doing more for God in this life, but it occurs to me that this life will not end with the rapture. If I make it, I’ll be eligible to return here after 7 years. That’s what the Bible says. I would still have time to accomplish things for God. The post-tribulation world won’t be cursed, but it won’t be perfect, either. There will still be rebellion and sin, and Christians will still have missions to accomplish. Maybe I should look forward to that instead of feeling bad because I was rejected over and over in this stage of my existence.

I think Trump will win, for a few reasons. For one thing, witches curse conservatives all the time, and antichristians make fun of God and say he won’t help us. I think God has a wonderful opportunity to show them their “gods” are garbage. Also, I believe a Trump victory would lead to an instantaneous increase in leftist violence. That would fit in with the release of the red horseman of the apocalypse. Some kind of trigger would be useful. Leftists have already been triggered by coronavirus, several years of Donald Trump, the rejection of Merrick Garland, and the nomination of Amy Coney Barrett. I think a Trump victory would be a great way to push them off the cliff and into full-scale, mindless, cannibalistic civil war worthy of scared rats.

I have wondered if I was accumulating guns and ammunition so they would be here for lapsed Christians who didn’t make it in the rapture. Now I’m wondering if they’re for antichristians, so they can find them and kill each other.

I suppose cutting gun safes and vaults open will be major occupations for leftists in the days following the rapture.

Today I ordered 800 rifle casings, target bullets, and a pretty decent amount of H3450. Target bullets aren’t optimal for killing and maiming, but at 2700 fps, they will certainly do a fair job.

I think I’ll just pray for God to go ahead and wrap things up. The insanity has gone on long enough to suit me.

Browning!

I figured out what my house needed to brighten up the decor: a firearm. I have heard that other people enjoy guns a lot, and I thought maybe I should try one, so I went to Gunbroker and picked one up.

Okay, okay. My house was already stuffed with guns. But you always need another one. You don’t ask a woman why she has 200 pairs of shoes, and you don’t ask a man why he has a gun for every day of the year. It’s understood.

What did I get? A .22 pistol. Because I only had two of them. No, wait. Three? Four, I think. Anyway, I obviously needed one.

My grandfather used to shoot pistols with me, and we used a Colt Woodsman, a High Standard Field King, and a High Standard Double Nine, which is a cheap gun with an aluminum frame. When my grandfather died, the Field King and the Woodsman disappeared. I got stuck with the Double Nine, which was the only non-flintlock gun I inherited from him. I resolved to replace the guns I missed.

I got a Woodsman last year, and lately, I’ve been thinking about a High Standard semiauto. I started learning about them, and I found out I preferred a different model. My grandfather’s short-barreled Field King was not a great-looking gun. I started looking at Sport Kings with longer barrels. The Sport King is slim and elegant.

While I was shopping, I found the Browning Challenger. Internet nerds say this pistol was designed by Bruce Browning, the grandson of [genuflect] John Moses Browning PBUH. The claim is that Bruce started with Browning’s Woodsman and improved it.

The early Challengers were made in Belgium, and they are the most collectible and the most respected. By the time I started learning about them, I had lost some enthusiasm for the Sport King, because I read that high-velocity .22 ammo, which is now the standard, eventually cracks the frames. I wasn’t excited about trying to find standard velocity ammo (which is no longer the standard) in the current climate, and I was also concerned that I might get stuck with a gun that was already cracked. I looked into Challengers.

Lo and behold, some guy had one listed for $335 (high bid) on Gunbroker.com, and it looked very nice. I asked the seller about the condition, and he said very positive things. He only accepts money orders, and ordinarily, I won’t deal with people like that. The only reason to refuse to take credit cards on the Internet is to put yourself in a position where you can cheat people. He had an A+ rating, though, so I decided it might be worth it to keep an eye on the gun.

I put it on my watch list, assuming the price would double before the auction ended. For some inexplicable reason it did not. The day the auction was to end, I got an automatic Gunbroker email saying the high bid was only around $350. This was for a gun with a legitimate street price of $700.

Okay, I had to do something. I entered a modest limiting bid and went about my business. Then I won the gun. All told, including shipping and the FFL fee, I will be into this pistol for under $480. That’s crazy.

It appears to be in beautiful shape. If it’s not, as long as it shoots, I can flip it and get all my money out of it.

I love getting a good deal on Gunbroker. You’re not supposed to be able to do that, but I’ve done it a number of times.

Buying extra magazines will be a problem. I’m hoping it’s sufficiently similar to a Woodsman to accept a Beretta Neos magazine. I modified two Neos magazines for my Woodsman, and they function.

Of course, now that I own it, I’m troubled. I’m troubled because I don’t have enough guns. I better get out there and see what I can still snap up.

A very nice High Standard can be had for under $500. That’s ridiculous, because they were made to match the name. The standards were very high compared to those of other manufacturers. If it weren’t for the ammunition issue, they would probably sell for three times as much. I found a couple of nice ones. I may buy one. Then I’ll be able to say I finally have every gun I shot with my grandfather.
Except for a Remington Model 500 .22 rifle, which also disappeared when he died. I better keep looking.

Investing in a multi-decade supply of .22 LR was one of the smartest decisions I’ve ever made. I wish I had also cornered the market on 9mm reloading components and 6.5 Creedmoor bullets, but you can’t have everything. The .22 shells will provide all sorts of amusement while other people are dropping 15 or more cents per round for 6-cent cartridges.

I was also smart to get extra Glock barrels. I’ll be able to shoot relatively cheap lead safely, so I’ll be able to practice with reloads instead of paying $35 per box for $10 factory FMJ.

I hope to have the Browning in around 10 days. I will post photos. Unless I got taken and it’s a total dog. Then I’ll pretend it never happened.

Backlog of Chores Dwindling as Spiritual Warfare Takes Effect

I got loads of stuff done today.

My utility cart has been giving me problems. I did a trigger job on my Thompson Center Venture, and because of the weather, I had to wait weeks to shoot it. A few days back, the weather got nice, and I threw my mat and rifle in the cart. It would not start.

I took the carb out, which was not fun at all, and I threw it in the sonic cleaner in gasoline. I did this twice. Didn’t help. I decided to take the main jet and the float needle out and look at them.

The float is held on a pin that goes through two posts made from what I suppose is cast aluminum. Generally, float pins are not fitted tightly. They are held captive by the bowls, so there is no reason to have a tight pin. The people who made my carb didn’t know this. It was jammed in there.

I tapped it out with a punch. I really had to whack it. Unfortunately, one of the posts snapped at the base.

I was not happy. I can do a lot of things with tools, but I had little confidence in my ability to refasten a tiny broken aluminum post to its base, inside a carb bowl. I tried some Hail Mary solutions. First, I tried to get solder to stick to it. I figured I might be able to glom enough solder onto it to hold it in place. Didn’t work at all. Aluminum does not seem to like solder.

I then decided to bury it in 5-minute epoxy. Maybe that would stick. Epoxy is impervious to gasoline, and carb floats put nearly no stress on their pins, so if I could get the post to stick, it would probably stay there for years.

Unbelievably, it worked. I’ll post a photo.

How did I fix the tight pin? Two ways. First, I have a number of junk carbs. I happened to have one with the same size bowl and float. There was no possibility I would ever use it, so I took the pin out and put it in the cart carb. One hole was still too tight, so I opened it with a small drill bit.

The bowl gasket in the old carb was destroyed. I guess someone overtightened the bowl nut. Because I had a carb with the same size bowl, I had a usable gasket.

The sonic cleaner didn’t fix the jet because corrosion was the problem. Ethanol gas has water in it, and water makes things corrode. The jet was narrowed because of corrosion. It looks like sonic cleaners don’t do well with thick oxidation. I also saw something protruding into the bore of the jet. A varnish flake? I didn’t know.

My answer was to put the jet in a citric acid solution. It ate the crud, and the jet opened up. I also soaked the needle.

The plugs were black, and I replaced them, too. The old ones had the wrong number on them, so I assume they were the wrong size.

I put the carb back in the cart, and it ran better than ever.

While I was working on this, I ordered a Chinese carb from Ebay, with gaskets. Cost: $13.56. I inquired about carb gaskets on a cart forum, and some guy told me I should stick with OEM products. He said OEM carbs only cost $126 each.

You know, I would love to support American businesses, but a 9.5-to-one price differential is not acceptable. I have a bunch of cheap Chinese carbs, and they are just like OEM carbs, which are probably also Chinese. When you pay 10 times as much for “American,” you don’t get a better product. You get the same Chinese carb, at a Chinese price, from a different American vendor. Good enough.

In all likelihood, my epoxy repair will hold for the life of the cart, but I will have a Chinese carb on hand anyway, because you never know. I may install it preemptively. In any case, I will never again have to go several days with no cart to drive to the mailbox. Getting your mail on foot is just not the Southern way. It’s wrong.

I also ordered a new PCV hose and choke cable. Someone had Bubba’d the old cable with a piece of wire.

My cart is unbelievably useful. I’ve done lots of gardening and tree cutting with it, and I always use it when I shoot. I can’t risk more cart down time. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

After I fixed the cart, I put a new transmission in my Makita cordless drill. A while back, I snapped the screw that holds the chuck in. These screws are hard to get out, and while I was trying, I did something to the transmission that made it fail to work. I think I lost a ball bearing. I pictured myself trying to find the right ball bearing and paying a fortune for it, and I gave up and ordered a transmission. I didn’t know it would take weeks to arrive.

Whatever. It got here, and I installed it. Check that off the list. I also bought a backup drill. Cordless tools aren’t expensive when you buy them without batteries. Life without a cordless drill was not pleasant, so I won’t let it happen twice.

After the drill triumph, I installed a $240 Timney trigger in my Ruger Precision Rifle.

The Ruger comes with a nice trigger, but it’s not TOO nice. I think rifle makers have lawyers who tell them not to sell really soft triggers. You can adjust your RPR trigger, but you can’t really get it down to the target level.

You can make it better by simply removing the trigger spring. So I’m told. They say the trigger spring’s only purpose is to make the pull heavier. It works perfectly without it. So I’m told.

I thought about it, and I thought about all the triggers I’ve modified on my own. I decided to go first class for once.

Installing a Timney trigger is easy. You remove a few screws, pop the old trigger out, and put the new one in. It has two stages. The first stage is 8 ounces, and the second is one pound. THAT’S a trigger.

Now I’m ready to find out what the gun can really do.

But wait! There’s more!

When I was done with the RPR, I took the .204 out and shot a few rounds to see if the new trigger spring was light enough.

Here’s a funny thing about rifle triggers. They all seem light and crisp in your living room or at the counter at the gun shop. When you’re looking through a scope, aiming at a bullet-diameter spot on a target 100 yards away, they suddenly become very heavy and gritty. When I put the new spring in, I thought it was very, very light.

Today, it seemed much heavier. I was not happy at all.

I didn’t shoot all that well. I’ll put up photos. The barrel may need cleaning. I’m not sure I’ve ever cleaned it. When I took my shooting class, the instructors appeared to be in favor of leaving barrels dirty until they started losing accuracy. That’s what I’ve been doing. Whatever the problem is, I decided to do more work on the trigger.

I put the gun on my bench, yanked the new spring out, and cut about two coils out. Now it seems light and greasy-slick. I’m not fooled, though. They always seem that way in the house. I’m going to clean the barrel and try the gun again in a little bit.

I feel like this has been a productive day. Tomorrow, I hope to lube the turnbuckles on my tractor forks and put them back on the bucket. Then I can move some logs I cut.

The weather is gorgeous. Cool, not very sunny, and a little breezy. I was outside for over an hour, and my shirt isn’t even dripping on the floor. Fall is here, and fall should be more productive than summer.

I believe I’m getting a lot done because I’m remembering to do supernatural warfare against demons that try to restrain me. I do it every morning, and sometimes I do it at night. It’s funny how Christians are ashamed to fight demons. They believe God is a spirit. They believe Jesus and the Holy Ghost are spirits. Somehow, they can’t make themselves believe in other spirits! Why is that?

If demons don’t exist, neither does God, so why do you think you’re a Christian?

Christianity says we are also spirits. Do you believe you exist?

Guess that’s all I have. Hope everyone is praying for President Trump. His doctor says things are going very, very well.

Precision Costs Money

I ooze smugness today. I got back to work with the Ruger Precision Rifle, and I got good results. It turns out I’m not the main problem with my groups. It’s the ammo and trigger.

I bought 1000 rounds of Sellier & Bellot FMJ because it was cheap. I also liked it because a Youtube guy shot 1 MOA with it at 656 yards. Until today, I had never put anything else through the gun.

I started out with S&B, and I did not do all that well. I shot 20 rounds at 100 yards. I began by shooting at the center of the bullseye, and then I went clockwise, shooting at several places where yellow lines intersected. I ended on the right side of the target.

After shooting the first group, I checked to see if I had ever adjusted the rifle’s trigger. I had not. I took an Allen wrench and reduced the pull as much as possible. I also tried to perfect the scope’s parallax, I moved the reticle a couple of clicks, and I decided to focus on putting the same part of my finger on the trigger every time.

The first group was not spectactular. Then things got better. Then they got worse.

I opened up a box of Hornady ELD Match 147-grain ammo and lit up another target, starting on the bottom-left bullseye. As you can see, I did a lot better. Part of it may be due to me being warmed up, but most of it is the ammunition. Lesson learned.

The last group opened up a little. That could be fatigue, or it could be the barrel warming up. I’m betting on fatigue. When you don’t practice enough, every shot takes a great deal of concentration, and it wears you out.

Can I complain? When you shoot at 100 yards, and your flyers are 2 MOA, you’re not having a bad day. A bad day would be 5-MOA flyers.

I’m still glad I got the S&B, because it will be perfect for shooting steel, but if I want to be really good, I’ll need to shoot the good stuff. I have some reloading materials for 6.5 Creedmoor, so I should be able to do well eventually. I have to decide what to do about brass. I don’t want to waste my S&B brass, but if it won’t give me good accuracy, I don’t want to use it.

I don’t think S&B will give me consistent 1-MOA groups, even if I put the gun in a clamp. It’s obviously inconsistent.

I am not in love with the rifle’s trigger. I think it’s time to upgrade, unless I can find a hack to reduce the pull a little more. It’s too heavy for target shooting.

The gun has a new Anarchy Outdoors bolt shroud, and that helped a lot. The Ruger shroud kept catching on things. I would like to be able to keep my cheek on the gun between shots, and you can’t do that if you have to wrestle with the bolt. The Anarchy Outdoors bolt is very smooth.

With an improved or replacement trigger, I should get fewer flyers.

This thing is going to work. It’s just a matter of sticking with it.

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FYI, I measured the Hornady target with calipers, and my best group was about 5/8″. The worst group, and the only one over 1 MOA, was about 1.2″. Not bad.