Dad stuff

Pocket Monkey has been bored for the past couple of days. Apparently, being on summer vacation while your Dad is working is horribly torturous. Yesterday afternoon, we played catch with a baseball and a few neighbor kids started playing, too. Until the ball got accidentally launched into a briar patch that none of us were equipped to overcome. Today, we played pass the soccer ball. I am not a big soccer fan, but time spent with PM is worth its weight in gold. We also had some shenanigans in the local concrete swimming hole.

Tomorrow I get to help with a teambuilding clean-up project and play softball. I love softball. I have been known to play until I can’t feel my extremities.

We now have a neighborhood raccoon that my idiot neighbors like to feed. I want to nail it with a crossbow, but the neighbors are not convinced. Have I mentioned that Washington has a large amount of tree huggers? If the crossbow is off limits, I want to take Pocket Monkey and make a snare or deadfall trap. Because these are unattended traps, that will also leave fewer witnesses. Give me some parachute cord and an hour, and I will make some magic. Add a machete, and my creativity is almost Disney-like. I almost feel like they guy in Caddyshack chasing gophers. I want to dispose of the varmint. I briefly considered using the .22 because it tis the quietest gun I own. I live inside city limits, so that idea landed squarely in bad idea territory.

I shall keep you apprised. Fall out, and carry out the plan of the day.


Deadly force revisited

I believe every man should be quick to think and slow to speak. After letting the jury decision in Florida marinate in my mind, I have a few things to say. In the first place, our system was designed to let a few guilty go free in order to protect the innocent. I still personally think all parties f’ed up completely.

First my bona fides. I stood on gun crews and armed watch for 3 years. I had a civilian CCW for a comparable number of years. Your tax dollars have trained me well in the art of shooting bad guys.

Every man has the right to self defense. In the military, we have rules, regulations and Standard Operating Procedures(SOP) on when we can shoot and what to do in the meantime(baton, OC, etc..). The right of self defense remains un-impeached in all cases.

On a crew served weapon, you must wait for orders to fire, unless you are fired upon. If you are fired upon, self defense is authorized. This is a federal requirement.

I am naturally inclined to agree with the jury in the Zimmerman trial. They heard all the evidence and facts. I personally think the jury could have been more diverse.

Reasonable doubt. If you can’t prove it beyond a reasonable doubt, the accused is innocent. Like it or not, those are the rules. The libs are pissed because their well-oiled machine couldn’t railroad an innocent man.

Stand your ground. I grew up knowing that in my state, you had to be in the “farthest corner of your house” before you could legally return fire. I like the Castle Doctrine. Why should I corner myself to give the bad guys a fighting chance? In the US Armed Forces, they teach us speed, surprise and violence of action. Why shouldn’t civilians have the same rules?

The takeaway is, if either party walked away when appropriate, this would be a moot point. I wasn’t there. I may have shot, also. I think it is tragic. I also wish that the administration would spend even half as much effort on Benghazi.

Fall out, and carry out the plan of the day.

More Washington Adventures

First things first, the political climate in this country has me pretty wound up. I hope we have someone like Cruz or Rand running in 2016. It sucks for the Marines that they lose their chance to see some fireworks while POTUS gets to act like a redneck lottery winner in Africa.

We went up north a few miles and saw a decent fireworks show a day early. We can go watch some tomorrow, also. We can see the Seattle fireworks from the Bremerton base. The show we saw today was crowded and a bit annoying. I’m not a crowds kind of guy, but I wanted to make Mrs. Snipe and Pocket Monkey happy.

I finally got to do some real work this week. The inspector we were assigned was a complete pain in the butt and got sloughed off on me because I am military and I MUST play nice. I really dislike the escape trunk we have to climb to enter and leave the tended units. My calves are still sore. Being an HT1 again is still pretty awesome.

Tomorrow is this country’s birthday. Do what you want, but do it safely. We are a country of FREEDOM. Some may wish to forget that, but I won’t.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it. ~Thomas Paine