Firearm suppressors, also known as silencers, have been a controversial topic for years. Many people believe that suppressors are only used by criminals, but this is a common misconception. In reality, suppressors have several benefits for law-abiding gun owners and can actually improve safety for both the shooter and those around them.
Firstly, suppressors can help reduce the risk of hearing damage. When a firearm is discharged, it creates a loud noise that can be damaging to the shooter’s hearing, as well as the hearing of anyone in the vicinity. This is especially true for indoor shooting ranges or enclosed spaces, where the noise can be even louder. Suppressors reduce the noise level by 20-30 decibels, which is enough to bring the noise level below the threshold for hearing damage. This makes shooting safer and more enjoyable for gun owners.
Moreover, suppressors can also reduce recoil and improve accuracy. When a firearm is discharged, there is a recoil that can cause the shooter to lose sight of their target. Suppressors can help reduce this recoil, which makes it easier to stay on target and improve accuracy. Additionally, suppressors can help reduce muzzle flash, which can also improve accuracy, especially in low light conditions.
Another benefit of suppressors is that they can help reduce noise pollution. Shooting ranges can often be a source of noise complaints from nearby residents. Suppressors can help reduce the noise level, which can help mitigate these complaints and allow shooting ranges to operate without causing a disturbance. Additionally, hunters can use suppressors to reduce the noise level of their firearms, which can help minimize the disturbance to wildlife and nearby residents.
Furthermore, suppressors can also help improve communication and situational awareness. When a firearm is discharged, it can create a loud noise that can make it difficult to communicate with others or hear important sounds in the environment. Suppressors can help reduce the noise level, which makes it easier to communicate with others and hear important sounds such as approaching vehicles or other potential threats.
In conclusion, suppressors have several benefits for law-abiding gun owners. They can help reduce the risk of hearing damage, improve accuracy, reduce noise pollution, and improve communication and situational awareness. It is important to note that suppressors are heavily regulated by the federal government and can only be purchased by individuals who have passed a background check and obtained the necessary permits. Suppressors are not a magic solution to gun violence, but they are a useful tool for responsible gun owners who prioritize safety and responsible firearm use.
The issue of gun violence in America has been a highly debated topic, with both sides of the political spectrum offering various solutions. One popular proposal that has gained traction is a ban on AR-15s, a type of semi-automatic rifle that has been used in several high-profile mass shootings. However, while this proposal may seem like a common-sense solution, a ban on AR-15s is unlikely to solve the gun problem in America.
Firstly, it is important to note that AR-15s account for only a small fraction of gun deaths in America. In fact, handguns are responsible for the majority of gun deaths in the country. A 2018 report from the Center for American Progress found that handguns were used in 65% of gun homicides in America, while rifles, including AR-15s, were responsible for only 4% of gun homicides. This means that even if a ban on AR-15s were to be implemented, it would only have a marginal impact on overall gun violence in the country.
Moreover, a ban on AR-15s would likely not be effective in reducing mass shootings. This is because a ban on a specific type of firearm would not address the root causes of mass shootings, such as mental illness and access to firearms. A determined individual could still obtain a firearm through illegal means, or they could simply use a different type of firearm to carry out their attack. In fact, several mass shootings in America, such as the Virginia Tech shooting and the San Bernardino shooting, were carried out using handguns, not AR-15s.
Another issue with a ban on AR-15s is that it could lead to a slippery slope of further gun restrictions. Once a ban on a specific type of firearm is implemented, it could set a precedent for further bans on other types of firearms. This could eventually lead to a situation where all firearms are banned, which would infringe upon the Second Amendment rights of law-abiding citizens who use firearms for self-defense, hunting, and sport shooting.
Furthermore, a ban on AR-15s would not address the issue of illegal firearms. Many firearms used in crimes are obtained illegally, often through straw purchases or theft. A ban on AR-15s would do nothing to prevent these illegal firearms from being used in crimes, as criminals are unlikely to follow the law.
In conclusion, while a ban on AR-15s may seem like a reasonable solution to the gun problem in America, it is unlikely to be effective. AR-15s account for only a small fraction of gun deaths in the country, and a ban on a specific type of firearm would not address the root causes of gun violence. Instead, efforts should be focused on addressing mental health issues, improving background checks, and enforcing existing gun laws to prevent firearms from falling into the wrong hands.
Here is something that has popped up in my mind many times over the years. I am a fan of linguistics. Words matter, as does punctuation. (this ties in with some of the positions that I have put forth many times on this site.
Terms for various forms of hate/discrimination:
Racist – a person who discriminates based on race
Misogynist – one who is prejudiced against women
Sexist – one who discriminates based on sex
Agist – a person who discriminated based on age
Ableist – a person that discriminates based on physical ability or lack there of
Now, what about hate/discrimination for all, some, or one faith?
I have not been able to find a term in the English language for this situation. The nearest that I have been able to find is Antisemitism. The problem there is that it is hate for just those of the Jewish faith.
Yes, you could use a very lengthy list of terms for a person with hate against those of various faiths; bigot, asshole, prick, thoughtless, discriminatory, and the list goes on.
As one who enjoys language, I would to either learn the proper term, or coin one for it.
With root words and suffixes in mind, theist came to mind but that word is already taken.
Theist – One who believes in the existence of God or gods.
Antitheism is not too far off but that is the opposition of faiths.
I am thankful to see an American freed from Russian incarceration.
At the same time, I keep hearing her referred to as “wrongfully detained”. That tag is utter bullshit.
She was lawfully detained, presumably had a fair trial where she pleaded guilty to an act that was even illegal here on her home soil. (as I fight back my cold war upbringing and military indoctrination) She was sentenced, and began serving her sentance.
Others continue to sit in jail as they are not “worth” releasing a notorious criminal in exchange for them. Yet, here we have a sports celebrity. How many boxes does she check? Woman, black, LGBTQ+, two time gold medalist.
It is (quite) possible that she was a pawn in the Ukrainian war. While Putin is a giant piece of crap, he is not an idiot. He sucks militarily speaking and is a war criminal, but he is not a fool.
She was not wrongfully detained.
A .7 gram cannabis vape cartridge is nothing. It is a common size over the counter in a legal state cartridge. If she wants to have then, use them where it is legal, cool. If you want to have/use an a state where it isn’t legal, once must be very careful as they are taking a risk. if they get caught, suck it up buttercup and do the time.
Now taking that substance to a country that Jerry cannot blow Johnny in the privacy of their own bedroom, what are the chances that they will be open to drugs? Yeah, pretty unlikely, and she KNEW it.
For a WNBA star to have possession of a substance that even her own league has banned, shows that she may be stupid. Since she was through all of the testing as an Olympian, she knows what is okay and what isn’t. Taking her cannabis to Russia may have been a catastrophic level of stupid. A full on case of the dumb.
So Brittney, enjoy your freedom, that freedom that cost the US so much to bring about for you.
Oh, and those protests about how unjust the US and the national anthem is, perhaps you have had some time to think about that some more. Maybe that Star Spangled Banner is not such an oppressive tune now.
It is time to start working on your roster for the annual Celebrity Dead Pool.
Remember, you get to submit ten names plus an alternate (in case one of your picks fails to see the new year (this happened to me one year)). You will also want to pick your mortician name (the name you want others from the crew to see) to prevent any embarrassment. I will not post personally identifiable information unless you request it. You also may choose to submit your list in a comment, but going that route may give others the ability to use the same picks. Do you want them to peek?
I will try to get a form built for submissions, but if that does not work, you can email your roster to firstname.lastname@example.org and I will add them to the spreadsheet.
We have not had enough ad clicks to give us a cash prize this year, so it will be pure bragging rights.
We used to be able to debate the issues and find common ground, or honestly respect one another’s differences and move on.
When did that end? I am not sure, but for my memory, it seemed to happen during the Baby Bush era. While I did not like an evangelist taking the office and not being competent in the role, it was clear that he was doing what he honestly felt was good for the country. At least based on the input that the staff spoon fed him. He seems like a very good man, but we was not a good president. I have more respect for him now than I did while he was in office.
I saw serious streaks of racist belligerence from the GOP all through my life up until the GQP came into power and existence.
Once the GQP took over the GOP, all respect was lost as racism seemed to become acceptable from the Tard Muffin in Chief all the way down to the general people on the street who became emboldened to commit horrible acts.
The GQP committed a heinous act against our nation on January 6th 2021 and initially some the remnants of the GOP peeked out and stood for democracy, but quickly retreated when it was time to follow through. Those that did show integrity were punished for it. Thou shalt not actually do something honest and true before the eyes of the citizens of The United States of America, let alone the rest of the world. You are to keep bowing and telling the imbecilic emperor how wonderful his spray tan looks with his new cloths.
Moving forward to the current election cycle, I have noticed how the GQP had clung to local personalities to run for office. There are many candidates who were local news personalities to scoop of votes out of name and facial recognition, not that they have a clue how the country works. So their anti-quota arguments fall flat if they no longer want the most qualified applicants. What happened to “celebrities need to stay out of politics”?
With how deeply entrenched both sides have gotten, We The People must sit back and watch yet another congress do little to nothing.
With the global economy, and the American part of it along with the fallout of Trump’s poor management, and the pandemic fucking up both administrations, it set the stage for the GQP to brainwash the masses that it was all Biden’s fault. So much of the party will blindly drink what party leadership puts in the Kool-Aid. This brings around many votes that they would not get if the people would take the time to think analytically.
The GQP formed rapidly, how long will it take to come back to being the GOP again so that the congress (and in turn, the country) can start working together again?
I had a couple of requests asking for more about the encounter with the Vape Store D-Bag…
I have been vaping full time for about eight years or so. Before that it was just part time while I tried to cut cigarettes.
Besides being experienced with vaping, I make my own juice, so I know what flavor profile I am looking for.
Since my juice was temporarily lost in my luggage, I was a bit stressed as I sought juice to hold me over. There was a vape store seven tenths of a mile form my hotel. Even with the high humidity, it was an easy walk, so I hoofed it to the store. For most of my time in the store, I was the only client.
Paraphrasing as best as I can…
Me: My juice was lost by the airlines last night and I am out, so I need to find a bottle to hold me over for a day or two. I am looking for a bottle of 50/50 pg/vg with 12mg nicotine and menthol. The other flavors with it, I could work with.
D-Bag’s response: (all in a put out and better than I tone) we don’t have any 50/50.
Me: Well, what do you have?
Me: Beggars can’t be choosers…
DB: and we don’t have anything as high at 12mg
Me: Really, that is it? (keeping in mind, at home all the shops keep 0-12mg and some 18mg and higher.
DB: yeah, 0mg, 3mg, and some 6mg.
ME: Wow, well okay. At least it is something. What do you have in menthol?
DB: well, we have our flavors in a book over there. [points to a three ring binder at the other end of the counter] you will have to find what you want in there. [still put out].
Me: okay… let me see what I can find.
So as I fumble around their flavor selections, that seem to be like they wrote names on slips of paper, threw them on the sidewalk, hit them with a leaf blower for the neighborhood kids to retrieve, and wrote down as they returned. My clue to the flavor being menthol was their use of the word “ice”. At this point I am getting a bit annoyed, and not being local, nor able to go anywhere else without grabbing a Lyft/Uber. I bit my tongue and maintained MY customer service face and got my bottle and left.
I did have a nice chat with a homeless woman out front of the shop. Her son had recently died and he worked in that store. She shared a very sad story and I wished her well and headed back to the hotel.
Two or three days later one of my batteries failed. I knew that he would have them, but I tried every likely shop along the way in hopes of finding ANYONE else to give my money to. I did find a shop about two blocks short of D-bags shop. I quite happily gave him my 28 bucks or so, thankful that I did not have to see DB again.
Customer service is an important skill. Practice it, use it all the time to keep those skills sharp. I have shops near home that I will never enter again because they had a bad attitude, or tried to talk down to me, or about my vape gear.
They do not realize that I am a Google Guide until I excoriate them in my reviews. I have had one vendor reach out and make an issue right. After which I promptly amended my review. I do not take my review back, as it WAS my experience. I do feel that it is important to show that vendors will make efforts, but I am not sweeping crap under the rug like it didn’t happen.
So, there was a rant that I had mentioned being forthcoming. Many know that I was traveling for a class dealing with my job. The class was in Virginia Beach, Virginia. While the training was by firehose (technical boot camp) it was quite enlightening. To get there, obviously I flew. Now I had scheduled my flights to let me arrive with a few hours to get a bite to eat, and unwind, and perhaps get some walking in before bed to help prepare my mind for the mental onslaught that I had expected the next morning. My alarm clock went off at 0245 so that I could wake and get my CPAP, meds and toiletries ready for the flight. I had a 0545 flight on American. I got to the airport, found a fair parking spot in the long term parking area. Lugged my stuff to the shuttle stop and on in to check in. Everything was going well, too well… After boarding my flight and putting up with the always too slow shuffle down the aisle as if nobody has EVER flown before or knew how to put their stuff up (and some had too much stuff) so that it was stowed safely. I get to my seat and settle in for the early flight, perhaps I might get to sleep (I do not often sleep on a commercial airline, private plane, sure). We get an announcement that the pilot needs to run the engines for a five minute test. meh, okay whatever. The turbines start to whine up and the cabin fills with the distinct and oh so glorious aroma of… jet fuel. the engines spin back down and we are asked to disembark as there was a leaky fuel line and the plane needed maintenance. (No kidding? Au de petrol isn’t the latest fashion scent?!?) I get the alert on my phone, the flight has been delayed until 10am. well crap! There goes my post flight rest time. Since it is such a pain in the ass for me to get through security, I am not heading outside of the security zone. I settle in by another boarding desk to wait it out.
After about 30 minutes, an announcement goes over the speaker (there were many announcements, flights being delayed/cancelled all over the eastern seaboard as air traffic control centers were having staffing issues and there was quite a few storms along the way), the flight to Dallas/Fort Worth has been cancelled. Well, better to be safe… than dead. Now I am in a prime position, the desk I was sitting next to became a re-booking desk. I tend to spot opportunities to keep my ass out of a sling. I step up and am the third customer in line.
They book me on a flight with Alaskan Airlines. That’s okay, I have never flow with them before. Nice craft, kind staff and while I would have liked more space, this is a modern airline so, no more room than needed. My flight takes me to DC National (I will not call it by it’s proper name as that bastard fired all of the air traffic controllers). Cool! I may get to see some sights that I have not seen in 30 years.
Due to my being on the wrong side of the plane and jammed in the middle seat, I could only get a view of the Washington Monument and the top of the Jefferson Memorial. That’s okay, it brings back memories and those are more vivid than the view of the moment.
A full plane takes just as long to get the hell off as it does to get on. In my case, I was supposed to have 34/38 minutes of layover, so I needed to hustle to get to the next hop. Oh due to the rough ride, the seat belt sign was on for most of the flight, and my bladder was really wanting my attention. Quick stop along the way, then back to my trek all the way around the airport to my flight. Now, here is the path that I covered in short order (follow the red line):
When I get to the desk, they have my boarding pass on their desk. It seems that I almost missed my flight. Shit!!! That was close. I am glad that I am not in a wheel chair or on a cane or I would not have made it. Since the flight was booked in a big rush, I guess I am just lucky to have gotten out of Portland.
Now I am on an American Airlines narrow bodied jet, BUT since I am sitting on the wing, I had more leg room than I knew what to do with. Hey, my seat won’t recline. darn, two flights in a row with that issue. That’s okay, I am 55 minutes from Norfolk and I can get out and breath.
Norfolk is a small airport, it is an international airport, but small. I easily make my way to the baggage claim area and take my position at the carrousel. The bell rings and bad start flowing. It is that anxious moment when you wait to see if it is your laundry that comes spitting out after having had your bag destroyed in the process. There was a child’s doll making laps around the belt in a lonely container, but not my bag. All bags had come out but mine. welllllll shit. It seems that the transfer was too fast for my bag to catch up. I got to meat a very kind lady who took my lost luggage claim. I wandered outside and found a cab to take me to my hotel. Ah, safely checked in! All of this time, I was in communication with a co-worker who had hist flight cancelled as he was driving to the airport. He was struggling with his American flights also. He got in at 0230-0430 something very early.
At some point, it occurred to me that my vape juice was all checked into my bag as I thought the container was too large that I could not carry it on. Now it is too late to get more and my tank is running out. In the morning, I found a shop .7 miles up the road that had juice. I just need a small bottle to get me through until my bag arrives. (skipping the tale of the d-bag at the vape shop)
Back to class and do my first day of boot camp. my bag arrives and I take it to my room. all is right with the world again.
I have a 5.5 day boot camp, learning TONS of information and even breaking a near lifelong hatred for Apple products.
Time to head to the airport. I grab a cab and we make our way. Getting checked in for my flight was a breeze, hardly anyone was there. I decided to grab a bite to eat (I normally don’t before a flight) and kill time outside until I have to face TSA and the manual processing I need to do.
I got a decent seat on the aisle near the tail. Oh that will be great to get to the rest room if needed. Yay! It was a short but very bumpy flight to Charlotte, North Carolina. I get off, again after a lengthy wait for people to get their stuff. Just like DC, I make a quick bladder stop and hoof it to the next flight. Nope! The airplane had just backed away form the gate without me. Those bastards!!! They new I was connecting right? wasn’t it in the system that passengers were headed their way? They USED to know that kind of thing. I start stressing hard. I go to the counter with the other eight or so people that were in the same boat. most of the others are military so they get priority treatment which I am all for, I remember being one of those guys trying to travel. Me… I am getting screwed, and without the courtesy of a reach around. The best that they can do is strand me in Seattle with no connecting flights or idea of how I was going to get home. I was starting to lose my cool, and remember all of my years in a customer facing role. I bit my tongue and reassured the agent that my frustration was not with him personally, but I was struggling to be civil. He seemed to understand but was going to turf me to his manager if I resisted accepting this situation any better.
I accepted the ticket, and started to really stress. I headed for the convenience shop across the way for some comfort food. A bottle of chocolate milk, pretzels and hummus, and a king size Resee’s cups. I could hear my phone ringing, and I knew it was my boss, one of the very few whose calls would ring on my phone. He and his partner helped keep me grounded and moving in a positive motion. I had to start moving to the gate to catch my replacement flight. All the while trying to book an additional flight on my own on another carrier to get me home.
My loving wife had offered to drive to Seattle to pick me up in the middle of the night. She is night blind and hates driving in heavy traffic. If you have been to Seattle is is ALL heavy traffic and discourteous drivers. Nope, I love you too much to put you through all of that. I clicked the book flight button… and it just sat there, spinning…. c’mon c’mon C”MON!!! there! I have a booking! get my ass on the plane.
The flight from Charlotte to Seattle was not too bad. I was able to keep in touch with my wife, and co-worker. His flight went through Denver but he was still having struggles of his own.
I land in SeaTac, knowing that I have to move quickly to catch this plane and I had never been inside SeaTac before. Frantically following signs this direction and that. I discovered that SeaTac has trams… cool and unexpected. whew made it before the tram left. A bit of luck in my favor.
I get to the Delta counter and the attendant is busy on a call and another customer was struggling with some detail with her flight. I was not able to figure out their system to get my boarding pass on my phone. stress group two boarding…. stress group three boarding. where the hell is this pass and the attendant is still busy… group 4 boarding. screw it, I bring up my receipt on my phone and approach the gate. she looks it over and hands me my pass. WHEW! I settle in for the 50 minute flight into Portland.
Since I was in the 5th or 6th row of a MUCH smaller craft, getting out was pretty quick after a sight impaired getting got himself and his guide dog off the plane.
Off to the carousel to wait for my bag… nope it did not make the flight either. So this begs the question, if the bags cannot get to the plane directly across the tarmac, how in the hell is a passenger supposed to make it. So the seemingly incompetent bastards lost my luggage both times that they touched it.
Imagine how this story would have come out if I did not take four days to cool off to tell it. Yes, I toned down the language because I know that some that normally do not come to my website may for this tale. (subtle hint, if you have sensitive eyes, do not read my other articles or pages.)
If I can help it, I will never board another American Airlines craft. It is a shame that they are a preferred carrier for my employer.