Connect the Imaginary Dots

I did something unbelievably stupid at Home Depot the other day. I was buying various chemicals and poisons, and I saw something called “Miracle-Gro Singles,” and without really reading the label, I bought a bag. I thought it was some sort of premeasured fertilizer stick that fell apart and dissolved in water, sparing you the aggravation of using a spoon to measure. But when I got this stuff home, it turned out to be Miracle-Gro in tiny foil packets, which you have to cut open and empty. I’m sure it costs three times as much per pound as regular Miracle-Gro, and it’s a pain to use. Dumb buy.

My newest crop of tomatoes is disease-free, and I think I’ve decimated the bugs around here to the point where they have a hard time crawling to a nice place to die, let alone attacking my plants. Next week I have to start moving them to the bed and the pots I plan to put indoors. I am still mad that Mike grows tomatoes indoors in New Hampshire without a light, while I can’t grow them outdoors in Florida.

The difference in flavor and texture, between the best store tomatoes and ordinary home tomatoes, breaks my heart. I had forgotten until recently. In Kentucky, I was spoiled with a lot of great tomatoes my aunt and my grandmother grew. But years of unripe orange baseballs had dimmed the memories.

In other news, Osama bin Laden continues to be dissatisfied with our actions and those of Israel. How can this be? We took tasty, nutritious, relatively inexpensive pork off the menus at a whole bunch of our public schools, violating (by liberal standards) the principle of separation of church and state, so tiny delicate Muslim children would not have to be in the same room with it. I figured that would mollify him. What more does he want?

Bin Laden says our actions prove we stand with the civilized, morally superior Israelis and against the mouth-foaming cultist loons. My response? I call on all right-thinking Americans to condemn bin Laden’s blatant racist attack on Barack Obama. Do we have to take this from a clown so unimportant his last name doesn’t even start with a capital letter?

Okay, fun with bin Laden is over. Let’s get back to trying to kill him.

Sometimes I’m go glad this blog has “Hog” in the name. And I have to admit, just for fun, I really do put pork fat on my ammunition sometimes. Do I expect to be attacked by terrorists? No, but a lot of career criminals are Muslims. Islam is very big in the joint.

I was far too lazy didn’t find time in my busy schedule to load .38 Super rounds yesterday, so I’m going to go to the range with a box of .45 reloads and some cheap 9mm factory rounds. I have decided the face shield is a good idea, regardless of how stupid it looks. Until I really get a handle on consistency, I think it’s a good idea to take measures to insure that I continue to have a face. Such as it is. In fact, I have started to wonder: what exactly was wrong with all those guys who melted their chins with bad .38 Super rounds? Here’s my wild, irrational conjecture: after two or three of your buddies have cases disintegrate a foot from their faces, you should probably think about protective measures to make sure you don’t end up like them.

No, no. Too wacky. Like George Bush’s insane idea about putting money in the stock market, where it increases and funds the economy, instead of giving it to the government, which spends the money–and more–before it arrives.

That was crazy, wasn’t it? Clearly, the tiny, vanishingly small risk of losing your entire investment in the stock market outweighs the total certainty of having the government lose it immediately. I do love liberal logic.

Hey, if anyone cares, Natchez Shooter’s Supply has good prices on 9mm right now. Good by today’s standards, anyway. Also, R&R Arms is selling Golden Bear 115 grain for $8.47. I don’t know if this stuff is any good. It’s Russian, I believe. Wolf 9mm is Russian, and I found it extremely accurate.

I love 9mm, .40 S&W, and .45 ACP, because I know I will never have to pay for brass, regardless of how long I live. This stuff litters the floor of every range in America. And .357 isn’t too awful hard to find. So far, I’ve found a grand total of one .38 Super case which didn’t come from my gun. And when I convert to 9mm x 23 or 9 x 23mm or whatever it’s called, I may as well give up trying. I’ve never even seen one of those.

It’s late. Time to get in the car and go exercise my second amendment rights while I still have them. I’ll do some shooting, and then later in the day, I’ll shop in stores with a loaded gun in one pocket and a razor-sharp switchblade in the other. If you’re in a blue state (good phrase to describe your situation), I apologize for rubbing your face in it.