Showing posts with label Blue Heelers hate Jihad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue Heelers hate Jihad. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Aloha Snack Bar!



While some people are busy hanging out at upscale beach clubs in Hawaii and riding around on motorcycles, we're manning the front lines, here in Texas.

Good Work, Einstein

Maybe that's why Blue Mimeticist decided to join in with the predawn chorus of roosters and crazed peacocks this morning.

Brave Defender

Stand to, everyone, maybe that's Daesh creeping up on the perimeter, or a squirrel, or the simple canine exuberance of doing your utmost to sound like a shrieking, demented bird. At 5.30 am.

Dropping Some Bombs on Raqqa

In related news, Putin's going hard against Raqqa, launching Russia's strategic bombing fleet at the Takfiri death cult. As I understand it, each plane carries something like 20 tons of ordnance.

Don't mess with the Bear, white running shoe terrorists.

LSP

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Willie Nelson Rebuilt This


I went downtown to register my truck. There isn't much downtown, but there is a courthouse, which burned down in the '90s (1990s). Willie Nelson helped to rebuild it.



There's also a Confederate War Memorial, and guess what, no one's tried to vandalize it. Weird, eh? Maybe that wouldn't go down too well around here.

And that's just the way it is.

LSP

Monday, May 4, 2015

Dog & Gun


My dog, Blue Cartoon Contest, loves gunfire and he loves the range. So do I, so I took the little barker out to the country for some more remedial pistol practice.

Blue Ferox

Lo and behold, no sooner had I drawn my .45 from its holster than my excitable Heeler began to bark with joy. He ended up being relegated to the 50 yard bench...

A Bit More to the Left, Please

I tried out some slightly better ammo, to see if it'd improve my groups, and it certainly didn't hurt, tightening things up by about an inch. But I can't brag, because my performance wasn't stellar, unlike the cop who took down the Muslim terrorists in Garland.

The Prophet

At the end of the shoot, I pitted my wits against the ancient adversary, swinging steel plates, at 10, 15, 25 and 30 yards. They got a severe beating, until I moved out to the 30 yard mark, at which point they were mostly safe.

A Dog in the Grass

There was a time when they weren't safe at 30++ yards. I want to get back to that.

Shoot straight,

LSP