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This photograph to me perfectly captures the savagery of that day. I was working for a startup that was about to miss its first payroll. My wife called to tell me our son, who was 14, I think, came and told her that something big was happening: the first plane crashing.
I have no idea what I did for the rest of the day. I suspect I just kept hacking away at porting DHCP server to our idiosyncratic operating system. Things I do remember clearly:
1. The following Sunday was the most heavily attended church service that I could recall.
2. President Bush giving one of the strongest speeches of his career. Bush had always tried to come across as an "Aw, shucks" Texas country bumpkin. When he needed to do Leader of the Free World, he could and did. Even a friend from Texas who hated him for that country bumpkin act agreed that he did a fine job addressing the nation.
3. That Saturday, our local paper, the Santa Rosa Press-Democrat, solved the sudden shortage of American flags by printing a full color back page.
4. There was a unanimity of purpose for a month or two that was doubtless what Americans felt after Pearl Harbor.
5. Canadians in Gander took in thousands of Americans whose flights were interrupted by the ground stop. We will always be grateful for that. We really want to be on good terms with Canada again.
Unfortunately, what people born after 9/11 know, if anything at all about it is likely:
1. We had it coming.
2. Bush did it.
3. The Jews did it.
4. It does not matter because this is "stolen land."
Remember.
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It has been twenty-five years — a quarter of a century — since followers of a demonic Islamist ideology attacked our nation and murdered nearly 3,000 people. For some Americans, memories have faded. Others choose to forget or forgive. Some never experienced the savagery of that day. Someone who was five years old on 9/11 is now 30. Someone born that day will turn 25. Roughly 26 million Americans alive today were five years old or younger on 9/11.
Still, the events of September 11, 2001 brought a horror to our shores that the world must never be allowed to forget.
On the one hand, it’s easy to understand why so many remain blissfully ignorant of the events of September 11. On the other hand, it points to a serious shortcoming in an American education system that may fail to adequately emphasize the most horrific terrorist attack on our shores in American history. Too often, I see the subject of 9/11 avoided out of concern that an honest discussion of what happened — and the Islamic ideology that motivated the attackers — might offend someone. However, it's impossible to defend America if we are afraid to name the enemy and the ideology that inspires him.
For a sad example of ignorance about 9/11, watch this video of uninformed students at the prestigious George Mason University.
This summer we visited the Flight 93 National Memorial in Shanksville, PA where the heroes aboard that plane fought back against their hijackers, causing the aircraft to crash there rather than reach its presumed target in the nation’s capital. I was genuinely surprised at the emotions and memories it evoked for me. I can honestly say I was not the only person dabbing at their eyes while walking through the museum. I hadn’t expected a place I had known about for 25 years to affect me that way.
The same ideology that fueled those attacks still continues to inspire violence and terrorism around the world, including here in the United States. And yet, many remain complacent, blind, or willfully ignorant.
Today we remember the nearly 3,000 victims of the terrorists, the first responders who ran toward danger, and the families whose grief has never faded. Their sacrifice and suffering deserve not only our remembrance but also our resolve.
Remembering isn’t merely looking backward; the ideology behind the attacks still requires vigilance. We must remember what was done to us on that bright September morning. We must stand firm against the ideology that inspired it. Be vigilant, for the evil one and his minions have not relented. The threat endures.
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A surprising number has been revealed from comparing the ratios of firearms found in over a hundred years of federal government data on firearms production, export, and import to the firearms reported to be owned by gun owners in the William English Survey done in mid 2026. Ratios validate the Survey's methods and numbers of firearms findings.
The survey paper, released in August of 2026 is the best designed and executed survey to date in an attempt to determine the extent of firearms ownership in the United States. The 2026 Survey has been designed to overcome minor defects in the original survey done in 2021. Questions have been sharpened and clarified. Ownership has been limited to the individual questioned. The Survey respondents are reasonably represented in the 50 states and the District of Columbia. The survey participants were not volunteers for this particular survey. First, a national representative sample of 51,398 individuals aged 18 or over was chosen. Then a screening question was used to identify 18,206 individuals as potential gun owners. Then 16,688 individuals were validated as gun owners. In the middle of the survey, a question was used to validate the responses. Only people who read the entire question could answer it correctly. 98.2% of respondents passed the internal checks. Their responses were used to determine the numeric results of the survey.
The 16,688 respondents were found to average 5.2 firearms per owner, or about 87 thousand firearms. This is a very large sample. The smallest sample was in Vermont, with 28 respondents. California had 1,549 respondents. Texas had 1,686. It is reasonable to believe the floor for the number of firearms in the private stock in the United States is 461 million, as stated in the Survey. Such is the lowest reasonable number. It is a very conservative number because of choices made in the interest of caution. Owners reporting over 100 firearms of a particular type were trimmed from the estimate. Households with incomes of over $150,000 only showed in 9% of the respondents. They should be about 23% of respondents. A low share of high income households from surveys is said to be a common phenomena. This matters because the percentage of people owning firearms increases with increasing income, and the number of guns owned per person increases with increasing income.
The Survey estimates a total of 461 million firearms in the private stock of the USA, including 208 million handguns, 154 million rifles, and 99 million shotguns.
The comparison numbers are from figures compiled by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF). They were placed into a spreadsheet available online by the Trace. Using the numbers in the data from ATF/Trace, we find 513 million at the end of 2024, including 231,263,816 handguns, 171,038,075 rifles, and 110,688,257 million shotguns. The numbers show there is some attrition of firearms lost, destroyed, thrown away, or worn out over time. The comparison is with the ratios of handguns, rifles, and shotguns from reports to the government of firearms manufactured - exported + imported over more than 125 years. The agreement is astounding.
The ratios are nearly identical, as shown in the graphic. The largest difference is in shotguns, where the difference is .1%. The numbers come from two completely different sources. One set is from the government statistics of cumulative firearms over more than 125 years. The other is from a survey of gun owners reporting what they have in 2026.
Skeptics may say: In a large sample of 87 thousand firearms selected at random, you would expect the resulting ratios to be extremely close. Yes. That is exactly what you would expect of a very large sample selected by random. That is the point. It is validation of the sample methodology. It is validation of the accuracy of the reporting by respondents.
The ratio validates the Survey method, respondents accuracy of reporting, and randomness of the sample.
If, as seems likely, further refinements in a future survey show higher numbers of firearms in the private stock of the USA, the ratio would not be expected to change.
©2026 by Dean Weingarten: Permission to share is granted when this notice and link are included.
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Deputies said that shortly before 10 p.m., 30-year-old Daqwuantavest Taqwuan Barber was standing outside his apartment complex at 300 Furman Hall Road when he was approached by 41-year-old Jared Matthew Wakefield.
Officials said that, for reasons that remain under investigation, Wakefield fired at Barber, striking him at least once. Barber was taken to Prisma Health Greenville Memorial Hospital, where he died around 10:40 p.m. During the incident, Barber and at least one other person fired at Wakefield, who was struck at least once during the exchange of gunfire and also taken to the hospital.
Knowledge to make your life better. If you have some free time, check out some of these links this weekend. Social Aggression vs. Asocial Violence: Why Knowing the Difference Can Save Your Life Critical information for any of you interested in the topic of violence. Concealment vs. Cover: Teaching Kids the Safety […]
Today is the 25th anniversary of 9/11, The most successful terrorist attack on the US mainland. Many living Americans don't remember it, simply because they had not been born yet.
Today is a good day to reflect and to remember the chaos.
Friday, September 11th marks the 25th anniversary of the brutal 9/11 terror attacks. Never forget, America, the magnitude of the losses. See the 2:10 mark, and beyond. – JWR. Today is also the anniversary of the Benghazi Embassy attacks, in 2012. (Those events were recounted in the Hollywood film 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi.) Please remember the sacrifice of J. Christopher Stevens, Sean Smith, and CIA (former Navy SEAL) agents Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty. Between them, Woods and Doherty reportedly dropped at least 60 of the attackers, before their position was overwhelmed. Please also remember the spineless …
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The heart of the capital was under siege. Everywhere, it seemed, was the wail of sirens, snarled traffic, milling crowds, police marksmen poised on rooftops, swarms of reporters interviewing one another in the glare of floodlights. Extra guards were posted at Government buildings; on the Hill each member of Congress was offered an armed police escort. The Washington Monument was temporarily closed to visitors: it was within the range of snipers. Affairs of state moved forward—cautiously. At the end of his visit with President Carter, Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin left quietly with no farewell ceremony; incoming British Prime Minister James Callaghan did not receive the traditional 19-gun salute, for fear it might trigger a slaughter. All this was the work of a mere dozen men who held 132 hostages in three Washington buildings for a chilling 38 hours. The terrorists made dramatically clear what has become all too obvious: anybody with a cause and a gun, be he mad or madcap, fanatic or eccentric, can seize and hold national attention by kidnaping and threatening to kill innocent victims.
The Washington assault was the culminating event of a spate of terrorist acts that have bedeviled the country. It proved again how vulnerable the society is to such attacks. Given the circumstances, it was wondrous that the drama ended with so little blood spilled: one dead and four wounded by gunfire, a dozen others cut and beaten. That the toll was not higher was in part a tribute to the primary tactic U.S. law enforcement officials are now using to thwart terrorists—patience (see box). But most of all, perhaps, it was due to the courageous intervention of three Muslim ambassadors, Egypt’s Ashraf Ghorbal. Pakistan’s Sahabzada Yaqub-Khan and Iran’s Ardeshir Zahedi.
The Washington siege was an explosive mixture of gangsterism, revenge, racial hostility and religious bickering elevated, as the participants proclaimed, to the level of a holy war. The terrorists were members of a sliver-sized religious organization called the Hanafi—a rival of the much larger Black Muslims, a group that has been plagued with violence over the years but has recently become more subdued (TIME, March 14).
Harrison Township, O. (1973)
01/13/1973: At first, the babysitter, 17, reported a triple murder. Then police charged her with the murders of the mother and her two children. A trial eventually exonerated her. The gun used to murder the mother was later linked to another murder that took place while the babysitter was in jail. Motive remains uncertain, but the mother was naked, and the other person murdered with that gun was also female. In 1979, police hypothesized that these deaths, as well as four others, were the work of “a multipersonality person.” It remains an open case to this day.
Category: family non-resident
Suicide: no
Cause: mental illness
Weapon: knife, firearm[1]
[1] "Woman, Children Slain," [Springfield, O.] Springfield News-Sun, Jan. 14, 1973 14; “Girl, 17, Held in Triple Murder,” [Washington Court House, O.] Record Herald, Jan. 24, 1973, 2; “Buck Slayings Remain No. 1 Case a Year Later,” Dayton Daily News, Jan. 13, 1974 , 2; “.Two Six-Year-Old Slayings Get New Probes,:” Dayton Daily News, Oct. 21, 1979, A-16; Unsolved Homicides: Gloria Buck,” https://ohioattorneygeneral.gov/Files/Law-Enforcement/Investigator/Cold-Case/Homicides/Buck-1.
Made popular with the hit series Band Of Brothers, this is the real Camp Toccoa in Georgia! Take an inside look at what you can visit today.
Merlot Missile lock-on aimed right at the center of my new blouse.
SPLOSH! I looked like someone on the losing side on Game of Thrones. Our friend PA State Cop commandeered some extra towels and club soda, as I attempted to clean up, while half the restaurant suddenly seemed to gather round. Many apologies and some semblance of order later, our friend Tam arrived to be asked by the waitress "what would you like to drink?" She couldn't help but mutter, like a ventriloquist, "I'll have what she's wearing".
But you know, it wasn't going to ruin my dinner, as wine stains notwithstanding, it was going to be an evening of good food and firearm tales. It was the trinity of three friends, much history, together, safe, and intact; something so special because it is never guaranteed. We look at photos of our younger selves with an "I was in Bosnia when you took that", or "I was in Iraq". The stories, then told, reminding us just how many thousands of weathered doors we've passed through, some a little more forcefully than others, and all of the rain and ice and deserts harsh heat our skin witnessed to get here, tonight, the flesh in one piece.
But too soon, it was time to go home, helping house guests get packed to head back east in the morning. I bustled around, trying to forestall that moment when they said goodbye, taking in that big gulp of air as I looked at their gear, at the orange dog collar on the dresser, so still, so silent. One last breath, to hold me in the airless days ahead.
Look at what is precious to you, those people, those things that you trust your life and your heart with. Is it something new and perfect? Is it something cheap and fleeting? No, it is likely to have a bit of wear and perhaps a small ding, there because it had the strength to withstand such things. If you are smart, you look past the dust and the scars as you gather that which is important to you around you. It's that giving over to our gut feeling as to the validity of something or someone, that often reaps the most reward. Look in your gun safe. Is what you treasure the newest or the shiniest? That which you prize the most may be that firearm for which the number of deer that had fallen before it were legion. Your most treasured possession, a weapon in which you knew that the fierce heat of its holding, there in the blaze of new autumn, would renew you better than that plastic fake camo looking one.
Look at the world around you, to that which has withstood time, things carefully tended. Stop at the gun show and talk to that 80-year-old veteran about something more than the price of his brass. Chances are he won't just regale you with stories of the war, no riposte of sweaty storytelling of gunfire and noise which all war stories are composed of, no ragged lines of gaunt infantry beneath the tattered flags of courage. No, what he will tell you quietly, is simple This was my gun, it served me well, but I'm willing to sell it. Let me tell you about it. And what stories it can tell. It was there in the case at the gun store, so many years ago, an old Belgium Browning 20 gauge. My first hunting firearm. I'd trained on the Daisy and up, under my LEO parents’ watchful eyes, but I was ready for something with more weight, more depth, something that was mine. It was older than me, older than my parents, perhaps, lovingly cared for and then up for sale, sitting forlornly in a locked case. Why? A death in the family, a household strapped and the only source of food the giving up of things carefully tended?
He was just a yearling, and though for that moment I was tempted to fire, he had not lived long enough to fight for that life, and I was not ready to take that from him. For another time, perhaps, there would be that road. For today, there is only the proof in the eyes and heart of a living woman of what happened that did not, but only for a touch of a finger and a word, which is our honor.
In the years since this hunt, I have learned that there is an unspoken conversation with death between the hunter and their prey. Mors ultima linea rerum est, death is every thing's final limit. Just as it is with the wolf and the rabbit, the outcome of my hunt is settled there, in that first moment of eye contact between two adversaries. In that micro spasm of the moment, there is an exchange of information regarding the propriety of the chase, of the worthiness of the kill. A conversation, of not just history, but of mortality.
So it is, outside of those pistols I have for self-defense, most of my firearms are antiques, guns with history, soldiers’ guns, police officers’ guns. Go to the gun show and tables of new AR15's are interesting, like a 20-year-old in shorts is interesting. But give me the tables of Mausers, of Colts, of wood and flint and powder, the galloping thunder of guns which have fired through the fading fury of smoke into the night as somewhere a sparrow falls from the sky.I don't care if my safe is full of plastic and shiny and new. Our lives are sublets anyway and too quickly gone. Give me something with history, something of strength and purpose and years, that will give as much back as I can possibly give it in return. Not everyone understands.
How do you explain to someone whose life is driven by "what will the neighbor's think", that there are just some things essential to you, that when you see them, you not only recognize them, you wish to experience? But I think it's probably the same thing I think when I see a woman's closet with a hundred pairs of shoes and think "why on earth would someone want a closet full of shoes?" If I won't ever understand that frame of reference, why would they grasp mine?
Of course, not everything that is used is useful, not everything of weight has measure. There will be things you find that end up costing you more than money. But you still seek those treasures that remain. You may find them on a table in a hall; you may find them in a house where they've been locked for far too long. You may find them just breathing, at that same moment in time where you are, two being on a small place on a planet spinning in space, destined to meet.
You realize then; that what you truly value, what truly makes you happy, is in such small moments, those places where the Trinity is intact as if it had never been otherwise, simply tested by the bold fragility of youth and the passion of yearning. God lost and then found, postulated here in the open arms of our faith and need.re blind to such moments, or we deliberately avoid them, with a deer in the crosshairs look, caught in that moment of life and motion, where if you do not do something, you will cease to live in that very moment between splendor and speed and the piercing of a heart. And you choose to click on the safety and walk away, to thoughts of how it could have ended but for your inaction.
You choose and time passes. Days become weeks, becoming months and years. You think back to those places, where those choices remained, looking up at trees that grew and bore leaves, while others vanished, burned for warmth, and need. But you don't go back there. It was just a place along your journey that exists only in the corner of your eye, as you try not and look. Towards. Always.
Then one day, you see something and your mind goes there again. It may be on a table at a gun show, on the floor of a dealer, or simply there, viewed through an open door. You look and remember. And like that moment in Jaws, where the camera zooms in on Sheriff Brody, and the whole world focuses, it does. For just a moment. And you suddenly notice every little detail around you, the sun running straight and empty, like gash down the corridor, a tiny spider web there at the corner of the room, the sun piercing it, illuminating the empty spaces there between heartbeats. And you see what it is you desire, held at that moment with conviction, that sense, that feeling of home. And you know, you were meant to hold it, for just one moment, that small piece of your history, that large piece of yourself you never knew you needed. And you reach for it, one of those impulses, inscrutable yet unassailable which occurs at intervals in all of us, driving us to set down the known and the safe, and seek the possession of something rare, blind to everything but hope and fate.You won't do that a second time.
For you are like I am, and some night when you are old, you will lay in that tent, that old firearm by your side, unable to sleep, but quiet and peaceful, listening to the night's whisper. The past was your future, but you couldn't taste it until it too was past. Anything else was an illusion. You lay there without regret, for seeking that which you needed, that moment of time, when history and fate were held in your hand and you knew what you wanted. Perhaps it was just a moment before you set it aside, perhaps you made it yours for a lifetime, but at that moment in which you were joined, it was grace. A need so necessary, part of the history that remains.
- Brigid
- Like a roving Flock: Garbage trucks in Texas with AI-powered cameras to scrutinize properties in passing and determine which homeowners should get fined.
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9/9/26 City Journal recounts how a Nigerian tribal chief has earned $30 million from Medicaid, bought mansions in California, while submitting inadequate documentation to California:
That business, CHHA, dates back at least to 2013, when Agnes submitted its first publicly listed utilization report. She appears to have filed that mandatory form for every year through 2019. California’s Health Care Access and Information department told City Journal that since then, it has not received a report from CHHA “despite continued requests.”
In the years that followed, CHHA’s Medicaid revenues exploded. In 2018, the agency received just $89,570. In 2022, CHHA pulled in nearly $4 million. Across the following two years, the company garnered over $17 million and $13 million, respectively.
Natchez Police officers responded to 96 Hunter’s Lane after an altercation had reportedly escalated. Natchez Police Chief Lee Best told The Natchez Democrat newspaper that the victim was shot after allegedly forcing his way into the residence.
Emergency medical services transported the wounded man to Merit Health Natchez for treatment. While the exact extent of his injuries has not been released, officials said the victim was conscious and able to speak with officers following the incident.
Colt Helped Save It. Kimber Took It to the Next Level. There are cartridges I enjoy shooting. There are cartridges I respect for what they can do. And then there is the 10mm Auto. I’m a 10mm superfan and I make no apologies for it. Velocity. Energy. Accuracy. Versatility. History. And just enough attitude to […]
The post 10mm Auto: The Cartridge That Refused to Die first appeared on Day At The Range.One rifle I've always liked is the US M1841 "Mississippi" Rifle. It's one if the handsomest US martial firearms and saw service in the Mexican War, on the frontier, and in the American Civil War.
During the 1840s and 1850s, the US government sold many M1841 rifles to pioneers heading west. It was a robust, powerful, and reliable rifle well suited for frontier service.
I ordered a Pedersoli replica in .54 caliber from Dixie Gun Works on Sunday and received it this morning. (I splurged for UPS next day shipping to minimize the chance of shenanigans during transit.)
The .54 caliber barrel is 33" long with a 1:48 rifling twist, with 7 grooves. According to Dixie the grooves are .006" deep. On my bathroom scale it weighs 9.3 lbs.
Dixie packaged the rifle nicely. Upon receipt I had to run a bunch of patches down the bore to remove whatever preservative crud Pedersoli applied. I also removed the lock for inspection, and hosed it out with oil, then blew out the excess with compressed air.
A close inspection didn't reveal any flaws, except that the rear sight was not centered. I used a Wyoming Sight Drifter tool to push it over to the left before my first range trip.
From what I've read and seen in videos on the "capandball" YouTube channel, the original service load was a patched .525" ball over 75 grains of "rifle" powder, i.e., FFFg. I decided to start with a slightly larger .526" ball over 80 grains of Goex FFg, with a 0.018" patch and Hoppe's No.9 Plus for lube.
In my gun this is a fairly tight combination. Shooting at an 8" bull from the bench at 50 yards my group was a couple inches high and right, with most of my shots in a 2" to 3" group. I'm sure with some load development and practice I'll be able to shrink this.
Pedersoli actually recommends a patched .530" ball, which would've required a mallet to start.
I was able to get my second group centered with a couple more whacks on the rear side with the Wyoming Sight Drifter.
My final two shots of the day were taken offhand at a ~16" steel plate, offhand at 50 yards, getting two hits. The big .526" ball makes a satisfying CLANG when it connects.
Ignition was provided by Scheutzen musket caps, which are very hot. I shoot left handed so my support (right) hand was unpleasantly splattered. I also have a 1984-vintage Euroarms Zouave which did the same thing, so I changed the nipple to one that takes No.11 caps.
After I got home I put in an order with Track of the Wolf for some .520" balls, .010" and .015" patching, and a nipple to take No.11 caps.
I'm also waiting for a package from S&S Firearms with a Mississippi Rifle shooting pouch and sling. That should arrive tomorrow.
Now that I have some hands-on with it I can see why the Mississippi Rifle was popular with troops, and also among civilians on the mid-19th Century frontier.
This festive holiday traces its origins back to the pious deed of St. Hopswald of Aleyard, the first man to buy his priest a beer. The legend goes that St. Hopswald, a master brewer by trade, was a Teutonic pagan who was converted and baptized by a zealous Catholic priest.
One day, St. Hopswald committed a grievous sin. Without wasting a moment, he ran quickly to his priest and confessed. Later that day, as he was particularly enjoying the peace of a clean conscience, St. Hopswald was so filled with gratitude for his priest’s sacramental ministry that he rushed to the rectory and offered to buy his priest a beer.
Okay, if you haven’t figured it out by now, St. Hopswald wasn’t real, but your priest is, and without priestly ministry, getting to heaven would be well nigh impossible!
Believe it or not, priests are real people, and they enjoy socializing over good food and drink as much as anyone. They also have a thankless and difficult job, a job that we couldn’t get to heaven without. Priests are the lifeblood of the Church, and they deserve some appreciation.
Even if you aren't able to buy a round or two for your favorite priest today, raise a pint today in honor of the men who devote their lives to the Church.
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| The late Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI celebrates his 88th birthday. |
Take a sneak peek inside the new issue of CONCEALMENT! Cover guns, new ideas, and some rediscovered classics.The lovebug is a pest that came up from Central America. From the wiki:
The lovebug (Plecia nearctica) is a species of march fly found in parts of Central America and the southeastern United States, especially along the Gulf Coast.[2] It is also known as the honeymoon fly or double-headed bug. During and after mating, mature pairs remain together, even in flight, for up to several days.[3]
They neither sting nor bite, they simply aggravate other creatures. We are in an infestation right now, with probably a thousand mated pairs between the house and the shop. When killed, their innards are acidic to the point that the acid from their innards will eat the paint off your car. If you are driving down the highway and encounter a swarm, your windshield turns green and the wipers smear the slime. Oh, they are nasty
I know that all of God's creatures have a purpose, but I can't figure out the lovebug. We hates them, we does.
SEATTLE — The Seattle City Council’s Public Safety Committee voted Tuesday to advance a new gun violence reduction strategy, two days after three people were killed in three separate shootings across the Belltown neighborhood.
The resolution, sponsored by Councilmember Maritza Rivera, passed 3-0 with Councilmember Eddie Lin abstaining. It calls for a two-year, $418,000 partnership with the National Network for Safe Communities, a group Rivera said has helped cities including Boston, Baltimore and Philadelphia reduce gun violence by up to 60%.
Uh-oh. What is this strategy?
Vice Chair Rob Saka urged Wilson to include funding for the partnership in her upcoming budget proposal.
“The very definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and expecting different results,” Saka said. “We need to try something different here when it comes to gun violence.”
The resolution is nonbinding but signals the council’s intent to pursue the focused deterrence model, which targets the small number of individuals responsible for the majority of shootings in a given city.
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Cheers!
One reason I haunt used bookstores is to find great old tomes that time seems to have buried. At McKay’s in Chattanooga, TN I found a copy of Theodore Roosevelt’s “Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail,” originally published in 1888.TR had a keen eye for the habits and beauty of wild game, and was not […]
It all started when a woman told the police that her friend was dropping her off at the home. She says that when she arrived, the male victim, who is her mother’s boyfriend, approached her.
That is when she says the victim caused a disturbance that turned physical and led to him punching her.
She says her friend attempted to defend her, but the victim started attacking her friend, which caused them fall to the ground tussling. She then told police that the gun her friend had on him went off.
HPD said the man then presented a knife and refused to put it down, according to hospital security. Police said that at least three security guards tried to talk the patient into putting the knife down, but that he refused.
Guards said that when the patient became uncooperative, they used tasers on him to get the knife away from him, according to HPD. Authorities said that the suspect did go down after being shocked, but eventually got back up and reached for the knife again.
RECOIL is teaming up with EOTECH to give one winner an EFLX-CE Enclosed Reflex Sight valued at $479. This package includes EOTECH EFLX-CE enclosed reflex sight, Model EFLXRCE1BLK, and Black finish. The EFLX-CE is a ruggedized enclosed-emitter pistol optic with a billet 7075 aluminum housing, selectable reticles, side-loading CR2032 battery, DeltaPoint Pro and Shield RMS-c footprint compatibility, shake-to-wake electronics, and... moreI've been distracted the last several days with piddling chores that kept me away from the blog. Noting major, just piddling distractions that crop up from time to time.
I'm sure by now you have heard of the 21 Air crash in Miami, when this freight company ran a Boeing 767 off the end or the runway after a botched landing. Quite a mess, it looks like they put it in a parking lot, killed a bunch of folks and injured others. Very tacky.
From what I'm seeing online, 21 Air needs to rethink their whole flying program. Matt Walsh, a guy not known for aviation safety content, giving the ism the what-for. It's interesting to see him take them apart.
I don't blame Amazon. They contract freight companies, and I'm sure that the contracts specify standard safety concerns. And, to be totally honest, I had never considered how my Amazon package gets to me. Nor my UPS or FedEx package. I don't know much about air safety, but I will hazard a guess that running a big Boeing into a car park and killing people is considered a disqualifier.
...only a few days after the mistrial was declared and after the same amount of days after the judge mandated that the identities of the jurors could not be divulged. That restriction was to last for two weeks, as I understand. I recall as a safety measure. According to a report at Fox news: "NBC10 Boston reported it attempted to contact the juror identified by the others as the holdout but had not received a response."
Get that "...identified by the others...". (Source: https://www.foxnews.com/us/lindsay-clancy-juror-admitted-reasonable-doubt-still-refused-insanity-verdict-foreperson-says). If that is true, I imagine they can be prosecuted. If the hold out juror comes to harm because they ID'd him, they may be will be prosecuted and sued.
All the best,
Glenn B