Sunday, November 28, 2010

Robot Wars




Interactive Graphic:
The Reno Gun Show is also interested in weapons of Mass Destruction. This interactive graphic from today's New York Times will show you weapons you may have first seen at the movies.

Monday, November 8, 2010

But what does it all mean?

I spent about a half hour this morning on Trendhunter looking at photos. My goodness, guns on dishes, gun for lamps, guns to wear around your neck, guns that dispense post-its too. Woo hoo!! Guns that are trumpets, guns for your shoes, guns you can wash with and guns for the little ones too.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

White Trash Beauty












I first heard the phrase, White Trash, as a child watching "Gone with the Wind". Scarlett was complaining that her mother had gone off to nurse (midwife) their overseer's "poor white trash" mistress, Emmy Slattery.
What does white trash mean, living like flotsam and jetsam, in chaos, ignorance and violence?
Because life is so hard, the white trash young don't stay beautiful for long. Sometimes you can't even remember they were beautiful once.

I always thought Axl Rose was the most beautiful white trash boy I'd ever seen.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Youth and Young Manhood

Packing Heat

Happiness is a worn gun:
My concealed weapon and me
By Dan Baum
Harper's Magazine August 2010

This is the only article I wasn't able to post since I started this blog. You must be a SUBSCRIBER to access Harper's online. So I waited and checked this out from the library. This is a very good article on what it feels like to pack heat, to walk around all day with a loaded gun.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -


My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -








My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him -
The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through -

And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master's Head -
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow - to have shared -

To foe of His - I'm deadly foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -

Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
Without--the power to die--

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

If It Were Up to Me

If It Were Up to Me

Lyrics
If It Were Up to Me
Words and Lyrics by:
Cheryl Wheeler

Maybe it's the movies, maybe it's the books
Maybe it's the bullets, maybe it's the real crooks
Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the parents
Maybe it's the colors everybody's wearin
Maybe it's the President, maybe it's the last one
Maybe it's the one before that, what he done
Maybe it's the high schools, maybe it's the teachers
Maybe it's the tattooed children in the bleachers
Maybe it's the Bible, maybe it's the lack
Maybe it's the music, maybe it's the crack
Maybe it's the hairdos, maybe it's the TV
Maybe it's the cigarettes, maybe it's the family
Maybe it's the fast food, maybe it's the news
Maybe it's divorce, maybe it's abuse
Maybe it's the lawyers, maybe it's the prisons
Maybe it's the Senators, maybe it's the system
Maybe it's the fathers, maybe it's the sons
Maybe it's the sisters, maybe it's the moms
Maybe it's the radio, maybe it's road rage
Maybe El Nino, or UV rays
Maybe it's the army, maybe it's the liquor
Maybe it's the papers, maybe the militia
Maybe it's the athletes, maybe it's the ads
Maybe it's the sports fans, maybe it's a fad
Maybe it's the magazines, maybe it's the internet
Maybe it's the lottery, maybe it's the immigrants
Maybe it's taxes, big business
Maybe it's the KKK and the skinheads
Maybe it's the communists, maybe it's the Catholics
Maybe it's the hippies, maybe it's the addicts
Maybe it's the art, maybe it's the sex
Maybe it's the homeless, maybe it's the banks
Maybe it's the clearcut, maybe it's the ozone
Maybe it's the chemicals, maybe it's the car phones
Maybe it's the fertilizer, maybe it's the nose rings
Maybe it's the end, but I know one thing.
If it were up to me, I'd take away the guns.

(P) October 1, 1997

Penrod And Higgins Music / Amachrist Music
ACF Music Group
International Copyright Reserved


I first heard this song sung by Ani DeFranco.
It is very powerful.

But really, no one is gonna take away the guns. Seriously, have you ever been to Scheels? There are sooooo many guns in just that one store alone.
And anyway, guns are the crucial random element. You never know who has one and what they are going to do.
And that is Chaos Theory Population Control.

Chaos Theory

cha·os the·o·ry (plural cha·os the·o·ries)


noun

Definition:

theory of apparent randomness: a theory that complex natural systems obey rules but are so sensitive that small initial changes can cause unexpected final results, thus giving an impression of randomness

Maybe its the guns.

The Reno Gun Show Slide Show


The Reno Gun Show

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Desirable Object


This is my personal theory about much of the hysteria and paranoia surrounding gun ownership. We are talking the "they're coming to take away your guns" kinda talk. I believe this is just a basic ploy on the part of the gun collector to justify how much of the household income is spent on guns. Guns are desirable objects - in form and function. The weight, the lines, the details, the mechanisms, they just make you want to buy one more. But you can't call it want, you have to call it need. Imagine, "Honey, I have to buy new shoes to protect my shoes. They want to come and take away my shoes."
Like all Desirable Objects, guns are expensive. At a recent gun show, I looked on as a little boy watched his dad hand over about $900 in cash and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking, "Hey, that's a trip to Disneyland."

Armed and Female

Monday, July 12, 2010

The Parts of a Bullet

The Projectile penetrates.
The Case holds.
The Propellent moves the projectile.
The Rim holds.
The Primer ignites.

The Parts of a Bullet