Marswolf

We are talking about the Handgun Carry Permit class, not the Personal Protection class. If he does the HCP class at the same time as the Personal Protection class, he would have to have the lecture stuff or the class wouldn't be legal for Handgun Carry.

It doesn't do any good commenting to the insane.

My goodness. I could almost see butterflies flitting around in his empty head. Why do I feel like he belongs in San Francisco? Peace and love to you all!

Sounds like they would have done better using retreads.

You had your weekly tornado yet?

Well, I don't know if the class is good or not, but a lot of folks over our way aren't interested in being taught to shoot. They just want the paperwork to get a carry permit and become legal. But if you want some real training, by all means take a real class. Class prices are reasonable around here. I took my class at Unaka Rod & Gun for $50. I understand one LE department does them for free. It would have been silly for me, and most of the people in my carry class, to be instructed in proper shooting techniques. There were a couple of people who could have used a more comprehensive course of instruction, but they were the exception. I tailor my recommendations for a carry permit class to the experience of the shooter. I suspect some cheap classes are just fine for the people taking them. They really don't need any instruction - just a pamphlet that explains Tennessee Code.

You sure have a purdy mouth....

Ooooo, Riders On The Storm. I'll have to play that next time. I feel the need for some highbrow crap, so here is a little cigar ditty by Rudyard Kipling. The Betrothed by Rudyard Kipling "You must choose between me and your cigar." - Breach of Promise Case, circa 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout, For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out. We quarrelled about Havanas - we fought o'er a good cheroot, And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute. Open the old cigar-box - let me consider a space; In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face. Maggie is pretty to look at - Maggie's a loving lass, But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass. There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay; But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away - Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown - But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town! Maggie, my wife at fifty - grey and dour and old - With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold! And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are, And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar - The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket - With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket! Open the old cigar-box - let me consider a while. Here is a mild Manila - there is a wifely smile. Which is the better portion - bondage bought with a ring, Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string? Counsellors cunning and silent - comforters true and tried, And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride? Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes, Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close, This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return, With only a Suttee's passion - to do their duty and burn. This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead, Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead. The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main, When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again. I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal, So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall. I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides, And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides. For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen. And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear, But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year; And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight. And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove, But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love. Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire? Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire? Open the old cigar-box - let me consider anew - Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you? A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke. Light me another Cuba - I hold to my first-sworn vows. If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!

Hell, you think that is something? http://www.headinjurytheater.com/article59.htm

Does anyone eat them with the traditional bleu cheese dip and celery? The Penicillium sp. would help fight off the Salmonella.

And salmonella adds a delightful nuance to the food.

Actually, no. I wonder where it went? BTW, when you get the image to Flickr, right click on it and view and copy the properties. Then click on the "Insert Image" icon and paste in the copied properties. That will get your image into the post:

Looks like a nice thunderhead.

Can you carry beer on the range? JUST KIDDING!!!

We are way behind on the rain. I think my creek may dry up again this summer. Memphis isn't showing any drought problems on the map. We are in the severe drought area though. We got 0.56 inches of rain yesterday at my place http://drought.unl.edu/dm/DM_state.htm?TN,S

Slow cooking for sure, I personally prefer non-human pigs but I wouldn't doubt that some of the places I've been to might not have had more interesting meat. I have the not-so-secret barbecue sauce recipe from a couple of cousins who were in the business a bit south of Atlanta. We did full pit in the ground cooking at family reunions for years after they closed the business. I also have a great hush puppy recipe too, but it seems to be somewhat defective. My puppies get noisier when I cook hush puppies.

I'm sure we won't get this in Tennessee, but the reality is that letting people drink while carrying just hasn't been a problem in places that allow it. I suspect it happens dozens of times a day in Tennessee without any trouble. I just don't see a problem with having a glass of wine with your meal while packing. But maybe I'm wrong and that will bring about a flood of blood raging down the aisles of restaurants.

Oh...THAT address.

Well, I turned it into a PM thing, sitting under my party lamps and listening to the tree frogs. You know I have heard them, bit not "really" heard them for years. Nice to just sit outside and listen and understand that there is something that doesn't revolve around us. Those tree frogs couldn't care a bit if we exist.

I haven't checked on it but stuff gets weird when merging. I'm betting that the post is - somewhere appropriate. I'd do an advanced search for it. For that matter, just click on your name and ask for additional posts. I'll bet your comment shows up. If not, just please re-post it. Pucker factor should be reserved for combat.

I have a great fondness for Phantom6. He knows how to actually train without becoming the fantasy trainer of "operators" from the Black Imaginary Lagoon. You learn useful skills from him, not silly chest swelling mindlessness. The gun training industry has a lot of phonies. Phantom6 seems to understand what training is actually needed and desirable and he provides it without all the hokum and outrageous and stupid marketing of his competition.

Another nice thing around here is being an environmentalist. I get to pee off of my front porch instead of wasting "city" water. Besides it's good for the acid loving plants.

I had one, but couldn't coax my neighbor out onto his porch.

*****. (apparently you can't say P*u*s*s*y)

I like Georgia Barbecue. Just ask me for a good recipe.