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  1. 1 hour ago, Forty Rod SASS 3935 said:

    no.  If he died in there, someone would have to clean up the mess and the machinery may have been damaged.


    Exactly.   Plus the owner would be on the hook for the cost of clean up and like a not face the family suing him.

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  2. 1 hour ago, Blackwater 53393 said:

    What I have a problem with is the programming and the lack of abstract reasoning in the event of a failure or an extraordinary occurrence!!


    Bingo!  Plus the possibility of unfriendly people taking control. 


    A few months ago I got a chuckle over an article about "remote app controlled male chastity devices" being hacked by people using ransomware.   The cost of stupidity. 

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  3. Hide and seek is a two player game, at a minimum. Let’s find out why ...
    Early this morning, the Sheriff’s Office received a complaint of a suspicious vehicle parked on private property in the 2800 block of Piner Rd. A deputy responded and located the vehicle, but not the occupant. The vehicle was parked in a location that made no sense. The deputy saw a hat resting on a nearby piece of farm equipment and went over to investigate. The deputy found way more than the hat.
    The occupant of the vehicle had, inexplicably, decided to climb into the shaft of the vineyard fan and became completely stuck inside the shaft. He had been stuck there for two days before we found him. The Fire Department responded and was able to extricate the man out of the fan shaft.
    When interviewed, the man indicated he liked to take pictures of the engines of old farm equipment. After a thorough investigation which revealed the farm equipment wasn’t antique and the man had far more methamphetamine than camera equipment, the motivation to climb into the fan shaft remains a total mystery.
    We elected to not arrest him as he required medical treatment after his unintended multi-day stay in the fan shaft. The Sheriff’s Office will be recommending charges of trespassing and drug possession, as well as violations of both his probation case and the pending case for which he is currently out of custody on pre-trial release.
    Lucky for this guy the citizen called in to report his vehicle, otherwise this story ends with a far more tragic outcome. Instead he should make a full recovery and hopefully be wiser for the experience.
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  4. We have a request for some custom threads, 1.438 - 80, roughly 1 7/16 - 80.  I've used three different methods to calculate the pitch diameter and I'm coming up with a .009" spread.  
    Any machinists out there who can crunch those numbers?


    Also, I found that for the 3-Wire method for measuring PD the best size wires are .00722 (use 3 .007+ gauge pins) and the constant is 0.01083.  Sound right?

  5. I've noticed that my Governor, both my US Senators, my member of the House of Representatives, my member of the CA Assembly and CA State Senate have very short attention spans.  None of them could get past the "Swiss Army Knife" line in the Miller v. Bonta decision.  The thing is only 94 pages.  A short read.  And well worth the time to read it.  Judge Benitez lays out a very thoughtful and detailed case against ALL "assault weapon" bans. 


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  6. 7 hours ago, Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984 said:

    These days, maybe a blend of nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves and ginger.



    I was thinking along those lines.  But that original recipe, VERY nutmeg-forward.  A little bit goes a long way.

  7. Found on FB.


    A beer joint, somewhere in middle Alabama. I pull the truck over and walk inside. It’s getting late. The place is mostly empty except for a few stragglers and an old guy at the bar eating a hamburger in the dark. 

    Overhead the radio is playing Johnny Paycheck’s “Don’t Take Her She’s All I Got.” The server-slash-barkeep this evening is bearded, stoutly built, with hands like Virginia hams. 

    “Something to drink?” says the man behind the wood. 

    “Whatever’s cold.”

    “Got the big three on tap. Your call.” 

    “Surprise me.” 


    He pulls the stick. The amber juice arrives in a heavy mug with a handle, the kind of mug people used long before they quit visiting dancehalls. The beer tastes stale, flat, and perfect. 

    “Something to eat, buddy?”

    I eye the menu. “What’s good?”

    “Anything that ain’t from our kitchen.”

    “I’ll take a burger.”


    Johnny Paycheck gives way to Porter Wagoner who is singing “The Cold Hard Facts of Life.” 

    The old man at the bar beside me is quietly singing along while trying to eat his hamburger. But he is having mild to severe muscular tremors, and he can hardly hold his food with his stiffened arthritic hands. 

    Then things get even worse when his sleeve accidentally swipes across his plate and food flies onto the bartop. 

    The barman returns and sees the minor mess. “Hey, you spilled your food.” 


    “You old coot.” The barman laughs and takes care of the old guy’s problem like it’s no big deal, smiling the whole time, keeping things light and unembarrassing. This barkeep is good people.

    Soon my hamburger arrives in a red basket and the music du jour has become Don Gibson’s “Throw Myself a Party.” The old man sings backup while the young bartender removes fries from the would-be rowdy’s lap.

    “You like this old music, don’t you?” says the barkeep. 

    The old man grins. “Shoot. Grew up on a steady diet of it in my daddy’s truck. What happened to good music?”

    I already like where this conversation is going.

    The bartender takes a seat and begins cutting the man’s burger with a knife and fork. He painstakingly feeds the man one bite at a time like a parent. 

    “Shoot,” says the old man chewing a mouthful. “You ask me, music was pretty good till the kids got a holt to it. Shoot.” 

    “That’s what you always say.” 

    “Know what I think made old country music so good?”


    “Shoot. None of them singers had nothing to prove way back’en.”

    The bartender feeds another bite to the shaky man, patiently waiting between laborious swallows. “What do you mean nothing to prove?”

    “Well,” the old salt says. “Buck Owens was just Buck Owens. Jim Reeves was just Gentleman Jim. Ain't nobody trying to be something they wasn’t. They were us, and they sang songs about us. These days you got Nashville studs strutting around with naked girls, $800 coolers, and jacked up trucks. That’s not country.” 

    The bartender laughs, then dabs the man’s chin with a napkin. “Will there be an altar call after this?” 

    They both chuckle then glance at me when they hear me laughing too. 

    The bartender dips the man’s fries in ketchup, then places a fry into the man’s mouth. 

    “You realize,” the barkeep says, “it’s talk like this that means you’re turning into an old man.” 

    “Shoot.” The old guy opens his mouth again, signaling he’s ready for a follow-up fry. 

    Suddenly we’re all hearing Hank Locklin sing “Please Help Me I’m Falling,” circa 1960. Locklin was from my wife’s hometown in Brewton. His name is even on their welcome-to-our-city sign. 

    “This’s one of my favorites,” says the old man. “The third Hank.” 

    “Third Hank?

    The old guy smiles. “In Alabama there’s Senior, Aaron, and Locklin.” 

    “Ah,” the bartender says, brushing more crumbs from the old man’s shirt, then straightening his collar. 

    The overhead music turns once again. This time it becomes solid gold. And by “solid gold” I of course mean the Redheaded Stranger. Only it’s not mega-famous Willie from the 1970s. No, this is the hard stuff. These are the early Mister Nelson LPs your granny once listened to in dark rooms. 

    I’m talking about songs like “This is the Part Where I Cry” (1961), and “You Took My Happy Away” (1963), and “No Place for Me” (1957). I find myself humming throughout the whole musical set, thinking about my late father in the front seat of his rusted F-100. 

    The bartender eventually helps the old fella off the tall chair and into a folding wheelchair in the corner. He uses a wet rag to wipe the man’s lean neck and lined face, he fixes the man’s disheveled hair, rebuttons the man’s shirt, and treats his elder with unwavering dignity.

    When the Willie music ends, I leave money on the bartop and take my exit. The bartender smiles, thanks me, and wishes me a good night.

    On my way out I overhear the barkeep whisper to the old man so quietly that I almost can’t hear it. “Uh oh, Dad, I have a feeling that you and I are gonna be in one of his columns.”

    You never know, bartender. 

    You just never know.

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  8. 14 minutes ago, J.D. Daily said:

    In the 9th Circus if a judge has a least one case on an issue all cases that are filed on that broad issue are assigned to that judge.  That is why Judge Benitez has issued opinions on magazine limits, 


    The anti 2A majority in the 9th Circus have repeatedly shown they can generate illogical anti 2A opinions.  Just read the recent opinion that the people have no right to bear arms outside the home.  To support their opinion they didn't cite any US case law, only international law.  They also ignored their recent opinion in Peruda. They like other anti 2A circuits they continue to use intermediate scrutiny when evaluating 2A cases;  which blatantly ignores the opinion in Heller which elevated the 2A to same status a other BOR amendments involving civil rights.



    One of the members of that court pointed out the contortions a few years ago.  

    9th Circuit Judge Kozinski’s masterful dissenting opinion.  http://gunsonthestreets.com/wp/2012/05/silveira-v-lockyer-judge-kozinskis-dissenting-opinion/ In part:


    “My excellent colleagues have forgotten these bitter lessons of history. The prospect of tyranny may not grab the headlines the way vivid stories of gun crime routinely do. But few saw the Third Reich coming until it was too late. The Second Amendment is a doomsday provision, one designed for those exceptionally rare circumstances where all other rights have failed—where the government refuses to stand for reelection and silences those who protest; where courts have lost the courage to oppose, or can find no one to enforce their decrees. However improbable these contingencies may seem today, facing them unprepared is a mistake a free people get to make only once.

    Fortunately, the Framers were wise enough to entrench the right of the people to keep and bear arms within our constitutional structure. The purpose and importance of that right was still fresh in their minds, and they spelled it out clearly so it would not be forgotten. Despite the panel’s mighty struggle to erase these words, they remain, and the people themselves can read what they say plainly enough:

    A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

    The sheer ponderousness of the panel’s opinion—the mountain of verbiage it must deploy to explain away these fourteen short words of constitutional text—refutes its thesis far more convincingly than anything I might say. The panel’s labored SILVEIRA v. LOCKYER 5983 effort to smother the Second Amendment by sheer body weight has all the grace of a sumo wrestler trying to kill a rattlesnake by sitting on it—and is just as likely to succeed.”

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