Cold, Grey, Ugly, Lethal

Is there any ammunition uglier than Wolf? It’s like the Russians had an ugly bullet competition, and the guy who designed this stuff won.

I don’t care. I have never had a problem with it. I’ve used it in a Glock and a PSL, and it seems accurate and reliable. I question the guys who say it won’t shoot straight. When you have a bad day, any excuse looks good.

I just received my order from Midway; a big pile of 7.62x39mm. It is shockingly ugly. I got the hollow points, because I had read that they were probably better at helping perps relax and then die. It’s intended for the range, but it’s good enough for guest control. I don’t know if I’ll even bother getting better stuff. How much better can it be? There’s a ton of difference between cheap FMJ 9mm ammunition and Cor-Bon, but AK stopping power is so much better than a pistol’s, I don’t know if ammunition quality matters much.

Yes, I know the gun I got is not an AK. But it’s AK ammunition.

I’m definitely getting a Saiga 12. That will give me two very good long guns for self-defense. That should cover my needs, regardless of the duration of the soon-to-begin Ob*ma Dark Ages. I truly fear that the next few years will be a bad time to live in a suburb, especially in a town like Miami with big, violent ghettos nearby. Those folks live in tiny apartments and microscopic houses with bone-dry dirt yards where nothing grows. They will have needs and no way to fill them, and the government teat may get downsized considerably. Obama has already fomented an atmosphere of class and race hostility. It will only get worse if a depression hits.

I should go ahead and get a food dehydrator. Why not? I’m going to be producing all sorts of bananas and papayas. I can’t eat them all fresh, and they’re very good dried. Papayas are actually better dried than fresh.

I could also get bulk apples from Costco and dry them. Nothing beats dried apples. You can make pies. You can make apple butter. They rule.

I’m thinking up ideas to save money on food. Beans would be perfect. Buy a fifty-pound sack of pinto beans, a bunch of smoked ham hocks that will keep a long time, and some salt. Rice is good. I should be able to fish for grunts and snapper in the local canals.

If life really goes in the toilet, Coral Gables will have to give up its ridiculous pansy ordinances. People will need chickens and ducks. They’ll need cheap fences and razor wire.

I don’t know what life in Miami was like during the Depression. In Kentucky, drifters wandered up and down the roads looking for odd jobs. Hoboes used to sleep on my grandparents’ porch; it was accepted. They didn’t even have to ask permission. People showed up asking for meals.

My grandmother said the local people didn’t notice the pinch much. That’s because the area was poor before the Depression, and also because the locals were still able to grow their own food and trees. And there were squirrels and rabbits.

Maybe it won’t be so bad here. Maybe it will just be boring. Spend less money, travel less, stop eating out. Keep your old things longer and make them last. That may be tough, with a 2003 Thunderbird.

I wonder what will happen to the car market. Most people don’t own their cars. When unemployment jumps, will the banks repossess, flooding the market with cheap vehicles, or will they renegotiate and take the losses?

It will be strange, seeing bums who actually deserve handouts. I’ve never seen those in America. “Will Work for Food” actually means “Will Take Money Straight to Liquor Store, Drug Dealer, or Crack Whore.” How often do you see “Will Work for Food” over a hundred yards from a place that sells beer? I can’t think of one instance.

I keep meaning to get some fast-food gift certificates to give to bums. That way, if I misjudge someone, no harm done. And if it turns out I’m feeding an addict, that’s okay, because giving them food is not immoral. And if they trade gift certificates for crack, it’s their sin, not mine. When you give them money, you’re not even trying to help. You’re giving to make yourself feel good, and you know what they’re going to do with the money, and you don’t really care if they buy drugs. If you give a food gift certificate, you’re making a credible effort to help.

The market is tanking again today. On top of that, a surprising number of finance-show talking heads are openly excoriating Obama, for whom most of them voted. I am going to be fair and point out that George Bush is getting off easy. He was blamed for many things he didn’t do, or which didn’t even happen, and he didn’t get credit for the great things he did. But in his last months he gave Obama a great head start on his wrongheaded mission of pouring socialist gasoline on our economic conflagation. And people aren’t talking as much as they should about Bush’s dumb 2008 moves. Still, if Bush is measles, Obama is leprosy.

I think I’ll do some research and see what to expect in a depression. I believe God will take care of me, but I don’t want him to have a bigger job than necessary.