You act like it existed...

I have just watched a news report on the BBC about some journalists that have been sentenced to 3 years in prison.  Something that the newscaster said made me laugh.  She reported that Amnesty International said that the sentences were a death-knell for free speech in Egypt.  I actually backed up the DVR to make sure that I heard it correctly.

It seems that at some point, many people in this world lost track of something.  Freedom of Speech is not something that is guaranteed wherever you go just because you are a journalist.  Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Press is in fact restricted even in countries like America and England.  If you are standing in a country that has blasphemy laws in place, there is no such thing as Freedom of Speech or Press.  Additionally, if the country is run by communists or dictatorships these items don't exist.  Your press credentials have all the rights and powers afforded toilet paper in these countries, and is likely worth less on the street.  So, while I sympathize with these men on the unfair situation that they find themselves in, please remember that Freedom of Press never actually existed there.

A good day

My daughter decided out of the blue last Saturday that we should go to the range.  It seemed like a good idea, as I had just finished a very frustrating first week of being unemployed and trying to correct that issue.  I called my in-laws to see if they wanted to go, as they were in town.  A short while later the details were set and I made a big production out of getting ready.  We went out to get a spare rifle hard case because I planned to bring all of my guns.  Then I created a giant mess in the living room getting all the ammo, magazines and guns into the bags, as well as tools, eye and ear protection, backups of said items, a folding table, clays for the skeet range...  I haven't done this in forever so I packed for every possibility.  Yes, I packed too much.

The next morning we got up, loaded the cart for the trip to the car (I hate living in an apartment) and got going.  After stopping for gas and cash, we ended up getting to the Santa Clara Field Sports Park at 2 minutes to 8.  It was a beautiful day and the range was already half full.  Apparently they open the doors early.  We checked in, fielded the call from my in-laws telling us that they were running late due to forgetting their eye pro and going back for it.  Then we carted the table, the guns and the ammo to our preferred lanes, all the way at the end.  We missed the first shooting session but that gave us time to load magazines.  At this point I realized I forgot all but two of the magazines for the Jericho 9/41.  Damn.  Then I found that the staple gun that I bought the day before for target setup was worthless.  Lovely.  Still, we had plenty of ammo, plenty of other magazines and plenty of time.  Once the grandparents arrived, it was a party.  We destroyed the complementary targets that were supplied by the range fairly quickly.  The six target ones that I bought the day before lasted longer. but we still trashed them as well.  The grandparents were eager to go though the steel case 9mm they had so after my first box of Winchester White Box was gone, we started on theirs.  God that stuff was dirty.  However, we blew through 400 rounds of that, plus mine, plus 100 rounds of .45, 500+ rounds of .22 and 100 rounds of .40 in my father in law's pistol.  it took several hours but we all had a great time.  My daughter is a magazine loading machine, once she learned how to use the tool.  By the time we stopped shooting, neither of the .22 pistols would cycle consistently due to general buildup.  I haven't cleaned them in several range trips, so this is not surprising.

After that we decided to head over to the skeet and trap range.  They have a very nice setup there, pricing is good and I should have left my clays at home.  There are no manual machines there.  It is all automated and staffed, so we did not have to do anything but shoot.  The price per round was good and the staff were very patient walking us through the proper protocols.  My daughter decided that while she was OK shooting the 9mm and the .22 pistols, this was not for her at the moment.  So my in-laws and I each did a round of skeet and a round of trap.  My mother in law decided that she liked my Mossberg 500 much better than their Winchester.  I had the 28 inch barrel on mine and they had an 18 inch barrel on theirs.  I did better than I expected on skeet and hit more than I missed on trap.  I'll be going back more often.

After we packed everything up, we headed for a late lunch at Red Robin and then home.  Then I started to realize that I forgot to apply sunblock.  whoops.  Still, it was a really enjoyable day.  Now I just have to work on cleaning all the guns...

Life Lesson.

When unpacking groceries in the presence of a teenager, it is unwise to observe out loud that the pumpkin pie you just bought has an expiration date of that day.  It will be seen as a challenge.  On a related note, I was unaware that an entire 10 ounce can of whipped cream topping would be required to complete that challenge, although a small amount did go on top of the mug of hot chocolate.

Whelp, the rest of the shoe rack dropped...

So life has sucked.  Last fall I lost my wife to heart failure.  Following that I had to become a foster parent to keep custody of my step-daughter.  Shortly thereafter I had to give up my wife's service dog.  Then, just after the deadline to apply Family Medical Leave Act protection to any of the time off taken for this series of event, my manager issues me a written reprimand for the "unscheduled time off" that was taken to deal with my wife's illness and death.  This despite the fact that he never told me that there was an issue with my attendance over that three month span.  After protesting the reprimand to HR, I was rebuffed because "it doesn't matter what the time off was for, just that it was taken."  Now I had to endure 12 weeks of meetings with this manager (now two levels above me) and my director (three levels above me) using a method of measurement that was weighted against me.  When I pointed this out I was told that my view of it did not matter and that I had to "just deal with it".  After that was finally finished, I was greeted with notice that I am part of a Reduction in Force at my company.  Due to my treatment over the last six months, and the fact that the VP giving me the news had manipulated me into actions after my reprimand that set me up for this, I told him (when asked if I had any questions or comments) that I had nothing polite to say to him and left the room.  In retrospect, I can understand why they escorted me out of the building 10 minutes later, but it was still poor treatment after 13 years of service.  Less than a week later, they cancelled my corporate AMEX.  Somehow, I don't think that I will be offered a job anywhere in the company.  And if I was offered another position, I don't know that I would take it.  I intended to retire from this company.  Now I doubt I'll have the opportunity.

Blogging...

Yea, I should work on this...

Ok, it is nice...

I spent money on myself.  Sometimes I cruise online for stuff just to see if it exists, and with the free Amazon prime membership it is too damn easy to use the one click order process.  It's also nice to see that Amazon has firearm accessories.

My Jericho 9/41 is now sporting Hogue grips and I am annoyed with myself for not doing this years ago.  The stock grip panels are durable plastic and give a fairly comfortable grip.  That is the main reason for never changing them,  I only have one friend who owns one and he has the same opinion that I did.  But I saw this on Amazon and lost all willpower.  Just below it was a new set of sights (which is what I was looking for) and they got one clicked as well.  Now I just have to find a good gunsmith in the South Bay Area to install the sights.  That may be a challenge...

Small steps...

I survived the holidays.  I generally lost my protest against my write up at work, the notification coming on the last day of work before the holiday.  Merry Christmas, we don't care about your family.  Now I get to sit through weekly meetings with a man who is no longer my direct manager and smile while he shows how he has diagrammed my performance.  In fact, I got to sit in one of those meetings this past week on my wife's birthday.  Its getting harder and harder to be polite during these meetings.

So today, I decided I had to get out of the house.  I find myself staring at the walls on the weekends far too often lately.  I packed up my pistols and a box of ammunition for each and headed to the range.  Its the first time I have been able to get to the range in over a year.  I wanted to put a few magazines through each pistol and test all of the new magazines for the 1911.

I found out two things.  First, some of my .22 ammo is aging poorly.  I had a magazine with seven out of 10 failure to fires.  I believe that was the last of my wife's ammo during her last range day 4 or 5 years ago.  I bought more, but I really had to think twice, since I am not used to paying $50 for 500 rounds of .22 for any reason.

Second, I need to get to the range more often.  All of my shots hit the paper, but there were a few close calls.  I am assured that I can hit the broad side of a barn, but only if its a big one.