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22 minutes in the microwave? Was that what the directions said? That’s a long time in a microwave 🙄😳

I have really read the docs, though many many years since I read the Articles of Confederation. Interesting point above about the origin of "more perfect union" referencing the Articles, this is an insight I never had. As to the drifting discussion on the 14th and citizenship, I recently read a very long and thorough research paper. It seemed to start out advocating for children of border jumpers included, but by the end the document fairly pointed out a problem with the text and legislative intent, there were no immigration laws at the time of establishing the 14th. Specifically, the text and even the debates around it may not be fairly interpreted as including these births as covered, as this was not a topic or issue in any of the discussions at the time. The text (per this research paper) does strongly support the current popular interpretation of "subject to the jurisdiction" based on simple dictionary definitions from the time but no clear legislative intent can be drawn from the debates about it. Illegal border crossing was not a part of the history or tradition from the time. At the time, and from long tradition, diplomats and their families and servants were not "subject to the jurisdiction." The US added "indians not taxed." Would the legislature have added some phrase like "proper immigrants" if entry required documentation? This was not added, nor was it discussed; A small number of out-of-context quotes do not apply to this question, it was never part of the conversation. For what was argued (other documents, not the one discussed above), the 14th is arguably racist. By codifying birthright citizenship, it did not so much provide freed slaves the right to vote, it was more a tool to push the vote out another generation to the future children of those freed slaves. To those who had documentation of birth in the US. From these other sources, escaped slaves did not just run north to free states, they also ran to Mexico. In Mexico, some married and had children. After the Civil War, many came back to the US. So did other blacks who had not been slaves. Along with their families. Would these people vote? Generally not, it was their future children who would get birthright citizenship. And all of this before there was an immigration law in any form. I withhold discussion of the problems with these as they come later after the founding, other than stating some of them still have long-lasting challenges.

I have 7 boxes of various weight Sierra bullets. Varminter, Gameking, Spritzer. A couple boxes have been opened, but don't appear to be missing many. Each box is 100 bullets, so about 700/-. Looking for $125 shipped,which I believe is about half price!

I haven't seen any of the content of the website. I suspect that it's just a bunch of cartoons and dirty jokes using LGBTQ, Jews and Blacks as the target of the jokes. If that is the case, poor taste but not the national scandal they are making it out to be. When the military is bored, they start eating their own.

There’s a 5# jug over on the Merchant section for $575 🤣🤦🏻‍♂️

Well, if a Saloonatic, not a lurker, lives close to me I have 1 bottle of Trail Boss that I will probably never use. Actually it’s a bit more than a 9oz bottle as I had loaded a bunch of .45 Colt with TB then pulled all the bullets and dumped the powder into my remaining bottle of Trail Boss. I live in northern WV.

Looks like dumbasses being dumbasses. https://ottawacitizen.com/public-service/defence-watch/canadian-soldiers-investigation-explicit-photos https://thej.ca/2025/07/04/canadian-army-investigates-blue-hackle-mafia-over-racist-and-antisemitic-posts/ Lots more articles here: https://duckduckgo.com/?q=The+Blue+Hackle+Mafia.&ia=web

Wasn’t so happy for the royals, now was it?

Looking at the pictures seem to indicate that they were taken many years ago. I think they show an M-1A1 carbine and a M-1 Garand rifle and some sort of WWII style rocket launcher. The helmets are styles not used since Vietnam. Also there is no evidence that these people are even from your regiment and not some jackass U S soldiers If I'm correct it appears that you are being offended by something that isn't really identified and from a long ago time. Am I missing something here?

But where’s my Mslt-O-Meal? Right now Bear is thinking “What the hell is wrong with these Yanks?”

If you are in need of Norinco/IAC parts, contact me. Outlaw Gambler

My sister-in-law, in spite of severe arthritis in her hands, made fishing lures and tied flies as part of her own version of therapy. Her husband was not much of a fisherman....but her son, and later his wife and son, all were, and used her lures and flies almost exclusively. She designed a lot of her own tools and sold all of her creations in sporting goods stores in the Layton, Ogden, and Salt Lake City area for years.

What happy day?

The Swordfish remained in production at the beginning of the war because it didn't use a lot of critical materials that needed to be imported from overseas. The first intended replacement, the Albacore, had engine issues and got removed from service before the Swordfish. The second replacement, the Barracuda, eventually entered service with the British fleet carriers and replaced the Swordfish in the torpedo bomber/diver bomber role. It remained in service because it could fly in bad weather*, land and take off from the small escort carriers used for ASW. The Swordfish and its pilots took the things that made the plane obsolete and turned them into positive things. By all accounts it was a very easy aircraft to fly with no bad habits. *The Swordfish and the PBY Catalina are about the only two WWII aircraft I've come across that could be considered "all weather" aircraft and both would fly when everything else was grounded.

A brand new, fairly stiff Stetson saved my skull one summer afternoon ... a four foot long set of pipe tongs (family oilfield setting) slipped out of the user's hands and cracked me across the crown. Kind of reshaped the hat but saved the underlying scalp and whatever claimed to be rattling around inside my skull. I stepped back, examined the skypiece, allowed as it just got some character, and went back to work.

You are correct. My friend 3-Cut did them for me many moons ago. They don't get shot much anymore but I love to show them off. Lucky

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My friend, you ain't alone, my hand is a-wavin' in the air ... Testify! Particular instances omitted out of a wish for brevity and a general feeling of well deserved humiliation!

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WHAT GAVE IT AWAY? The Firelands hospital’s nurses were not surprised when children under their care asked unusual questions. Especially questions about that nice lady that didn’t say much. Apparently that nice lady came to them when they were scared, when nights were long and lonely and frightening to a wee child who was in a strange bed in a strange place that smelled funny and people came in and did things to them that generally hurt: one of the nurses had to turn her head and squeeze her eyes shut, hard, to compose herself when a little boy on chemo thrust his fisted arm out and almost yelled “Hit me!” when it was time for his treatment. These same nurses sometimes saw people in their hospital chapel. Tammy was an old veteran nurse who’d been a hairdresser before becoming a nurse: her hair was always jacked up and elaborate, her makeup was done to perfection, her uniform immaculate: she had the same irreverent, almost jaded sense of humor that was off-putting to anyone not accustomed to the survivor’s sense of humor. Tammy was told in nurse’s training that a sense of humor was a “coping mechanism.” Tammy knew enough medics, enough lawmen, enough firefighters, enough fellow nurses, to know a sense of humor was most certainly not a coping mechanism. It was a SURVIVAL mechanism, and no two ways about it! Tammy listened to her patients – actually listened – and when a child spoke of that nice lady that didn’t say much, Tammy asked what she looked like. The answer ran a trickle of cold water right down her back bone. When Tammy went on break, she passed the chapel’s double doors with the stained glass windows, as she always did. Instead of just walking past, Tammy hesitated, then pulled the right hand door and slipped inside. And stopped. She watched as someone in what looked like a white-plastic spacesuit – red shoulders, red boots, a big red cross on what looked like a thin, white-plastic back pack – rose. The figure had been kneeling at the altar rail, but stood. A red helmet with white trim covered most of its face, but a clear faceplate was pushed up and the profile was young, female, and pretty. Tammy watched the figure flip a stethoscope overhead and around her neck with the casual ease of long practice. Tammy stopped, stared, wondering if there was a costume party she hadn’t been told about – The figure brought up a bent wrist, tapped at something on the back of what looked like a wristband, then stepped forward and disappeared as if stepping through an invisible doorway. Tammy blinked, she felt her mouth open, then shut it: she shook her head, backed against the door, backed out into the hallway. Tammy went back into the children’s ward. She didn’t usually work midnight shift pediatrics, but she’d been pulled off Med-Surg as Pedes had a call-off. Tammy stepped into the pediatric ward and stopped. A woman wearing a white cap, a white apron and a long dress was holding a little boy’s hand. Tammy froze again, not wanting to interrupt the conversation, then her eyes went to the wall clock. She backed up against the door and backed into the hallway. She still had seven minutes of break time left. “Coffee,” she whispered, before she headed toward the ER and its perpetual coffee supply. She stopped as she came abreast of the front desk, stopped and froze and stared at a very old portrait. Her eyes dropped to the hand-lettered card attached to the bottom of the hand-rubbed, heavy wooden, frame. Dr. John Greenlees and his wife, Nurse Susan, she read: the pair stood stiffly, unsmiling, in what was evidently a physician’s inner office. “Did you see her?” a voice asked from behind her. Tammy turned, startled, her face the color of wheat paste, as she whispered ... "What gave it away?"

I bought two 5# jugs of TB about 10 years ago at $108 each. I just opened my 2nd 5# jug. I use TB in my 38 spcl rifle loads, 32-20 loads, and 45-70 loads. I like to use Unique in my 38 spcl pistol loads as I found that to be more accurate, but you can't find that powder either. I think I have 3# of Unique left. I don't expect to run out soon, but when the time comes I'll see what is available out there.

BTT. Reduced.

BTT. Reduced.

Thanks, I needed that.

And if I wanted a hard hat I'd get another Derby or something like folks wear on construction sites or when riding motorcycles.