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If the thief had read the liberal talking points, he'd learn that it's much easier to get a machine gun at a gun show in a neighboring state. http://www.sfgate.com/crime/article/FBI-looking-for-submachine-gun-stolen-from-10873040.php

Try here. http://www.bersachat.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?84-BPCC-Series-Pistols

Pearce pinky grip extension for my Taurus TCP.

Caliber, frame and grip conversions will be hard enough to track. But think of the headache it's going to be to satisfy the LGBT and women troops with color schemes.

I was thinking of getting a 320, now I'll have to wait for the overpriced hype buying to subside.

No matter what I put up to sell, I always get at least one offer that's $200 less, along with "So when are you heading to Nashville?"

Today it's elephants. Tomorrow they'll come for my pet cottonmouth.

A gunsmith who is a Bersa Firearms authorized warranty repair specialist posted an alert on the Bersa Chat board about suspected Federal .40 S&W ammo with lot number P42J518. Federal has been notified that the ammo may have pressure problems. Here is the thread where the claim is made: http://www.bersachat.com/forums/showthread.php?33975-Suspect-40-S-W-Federal-Ammo

I've had good results with W231, but that doesn't stop me from trying other brands. Accurate #2 gives just as satisfactory results, as well as Titegroup. Right now I'm doing my 9mm and .380 shooting with Red Dot, which seems to burn a bit cleaner.

After nearly 150 years, the time is coming when there will be no one who can say, "I've been to the circus and seen the elephants." Animal rights lawsuits and dwindling attendance are bringing down the Big Tent for good next May. Then the only three-ring circus left will be government. http://www.foxnews.com/us/2017/01/15/ringling-bros-circus-plans-to-shut-down-greatest-show-on-earth-after-146-years.html

I suppose Magpul could advertise it as Perfection, but that word seems to be taken.

All I can say is, if you buy a used gun through a confiscation sale, LEO auction or anywhere else, you better hang on to the bill of sale.

I must say, lest anyone think me ungrateful or overly wussy, that my inconvenient experiences aboard ship in the South China Sea are not worthy to be compared with the hell that tens of thousands of servicemen walked, crawled, ran and were carried through for those long years in 'Nam. I've met a lot of guys who carry the memories of that life or death conflict in their minds and bodies still today. A good friend is just back from the hospital after testing to see how far his cancer has progressed which was caused by a big whiff of Agent Orange while in country. Another friend I knew in boot camp--a hospital corpsman--was posthumously awarded the Silver Star for shielding a wounded Marine with his own body during a mortar attack at Quang Tri. If you ever get by the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall in D.C., stop by Panel 43W and on Row 14 look for the name of David L. Eisenbraun. I am so proud to have briefly known him. There but for the grace of God go I.

We were put through the paces at Great Lakes boot camp in the winter of '66, but most of it was inside big drill halls because of the weather. I had a hardass for company commander who terrorized and drilled us constantly because he was bucking for chief petty officer and wanted to win every honor flag possible. After graduation I went to Machinist's Mate "A" School and later out to the fleet. I served on an aircraft carrier, which is like a floating Navy base. They didn't have us at PT every morning because we had a ship to run. Even though we operated off the coast of Vietnam and qualified for combat pay, we were never shot at. What enemy pilot is going to attack a battle group with six flight wings aboard and electronic equipment that could read you the moment you took off? The ship was gung-ho, but within our little group five decks below the hangar deck we weren't much for military formality. The toughest part was enduring 30-day stretches at sea without a break in 100-degree machinery compartments. I sure don't miss it.

There's a clear difference between objective reporting (facts only) and editorializing (commentary). Much of what is called commentary today is propaganda.

You should have joined the Canoe Club. After boot camp unless you go to Seal training or maybe ship out with the Marines as a hospital corpsman, the Navy couldn't care less what kind of condition you were in.

My dad told me a fishing story that has an application here. He had purchased a new fancy rod and reel and loaded it with good, sturdy line. He selected a proper hook for the size of fish he was hoping to get and a good assortment of tantalizing bait. He waded into the river and fished for approximately two hours with no bites at all. Then along came a young Mexican boy with a bamboo pole and plastic bobber. He tossed his hook into the water about ten feet away from where Dad was and pulled out a whopper within 30 seconds. Whether it be fishing, defensive shooting or building a successful business, the old adage still goes: Location, location, location.

She also said she's making the jump so that she can spend more time with her kids. Please.......anyone making $15 million/yr ought to have enough saved up to chuck it all and be a mom. Why doesn't she just say it's the glitter job she's always wanted and shut up.

At my age, new year's eve is pretty boring, so I watched some TV. On the Univision channel a Hispanic magician performed a trick by covering himself with a blanket and counted, "Uno....dos...." and he vanished without a tres.

Sticker price was $299 at Bill's Outpost in Alcoa.

I bought my fourth Bersa .380, the Burnt Bronze model, a few days ago. I've found them to be extremely reliable. Many of the problems owners have shared on the Bersa Chat board are ammo related--relatively few can be blamed on the gun itself. A lifetime service agreement is extended to all original owners. After shooting trials, this pistol will be strapped to my hip regularly for EDC.

Good to see you-uns!

Aw, bud....while chemical preservatives may sound dangerous, let's not knock these tasty elements that appeal to today's adventurous connoisseur of frozen fast food delights. Sure, they're not for everybody's enjoyment (even though everybody eats them in one grocery commodity or another), but I personally know several junk food junkies who relish the taste of such tantalizing treats as Yellow Dye No. 5, sodium benzoate and various mouth-watering humectants. One even walks around happily chewing on assorted tantalizing flavors of xanthan gum. Consider that only 70 years ago when the food supply was pure, yet boring, the human life expectancy was a mere 45 years. Today, thanks to food preservatives, we might enjoy well over 80 years of day to day preservation while munching on a seemingly endless diet of chemical formulas. Why should health gurus recommend such idiotic menus such as a Paleolithic diet when the cavemen only lived slightly more than 30 years? But don't worry about me. The chili peppers in the Louisiana hot sauce that I lavishly spread across the burritos are guaranteed to burn out and kill each and every deadly molecule of unpronounceable additives that would normally deplete my nutritious supply of precious bodily fluids.

It's become a daily morning ritual for me to nuke two El Monterey breakfast burritos in the micro, anoint them with hot sauce and then sit down to blow reveille on my stomach with these tantalizing Mexican-style torpedoes. Sure, I enjoy an occasional feast of eggs and bacon with a side of flapjacks, but only when I've convinced the wife that it's her sworn duty to fix them. Besides, I'd rather wash only one microwaveable dish than to go out on cold wintery mornings to pour the grease into the ditch out back and then have to give the skillet a good scrubbing. In only two minutes and twenty-seven seconds, these egg, bacon and cheese delicacies are ready for lip service. I buy them by the 8-round sack, along with the Egg, Sausage and Cheese, or Meat Lover's variety and devote about a quarter of our refrigerator freezer to these yummy stuffed blankets. Since I've got one-third of my body's food requirements heavily invested in El Monterey, I thought it best to check up on the Ruiz family who makes these pick-me-uppers. They've been satisfying eaters like me since 1964, starting with a small mixer and Mama Ruiz's top-secret recipe in a 500 square-foot warehouse. Hard work, dedication and an uncanny ability to avoid ICE agents have kept this long tradition of wonderful south-of-the-border concoctions coming. But now to the real reason I'm posting: I checked the El Monterey employment opportunities on their website and found that the Denison, TX facility is in dire need of a Tortilla Thrower. Although no formal education is required for the job, it's not without it's demand for skills. According to the job description, the successful tortilla thrower applicant must be able to "put the tortilla onto the conveyor belt at the standard speed, according to size and weight of the product being produced." As arduous as this task sounds, bear in mind that the worker will not be responsible for consistently throwing the tortilla at high-speed conveyor belts. The Ruiz family doesn't run a sweat shop. But mere physical ability is not the only unique talent this champion of the workplace must possess. The successful employee must also "place all tortillas going in the same direction." Evidently it takes an incredibly trained eye to determine which end of a round tortilla goes in first. In addition, he (or she) must "know which side of the tortilla is the right side up." That will probably send at least 90% of the wannabes back to the street right there. But just in case a myopic pretender somehow gets through the cracks, the real professional tortilla thrower must painstakingly "remove all out-of-spec tortillas and know what an acceptable tortilla is." The deal breaker may perhaps be this last requirement. If you want to throw tortillas for Mama Ruiz, you should have one to six months of previous experience. She's not taking greenies. You might get by with an El Chico reference on your resume, but expect a rigorous training period before you start pitching for El Monterey. I'm sure You can see from these five tough requirements why Trump is adamant about keeping top tortilla throwers in this country and not allowing the Ruiz family business to move to Mexico. So, if you're in a dead end job and wondering if tortilla throwing is the challenge you need, why not give El Monterey a shot? Sure it's a big move to Denison, so you might try just commuting to Texas from Tennessee for awhile to find out if you have the right stuff for this demanding position. But remember....it's not for Eggo sissies. http://www.elmonterey.com/

I have a Jewish friend who comes over to reload from time to time. Last year he asked me what I wanted for the Christian holiday. I told him that at the original Christmas, the wise men brought gifts to Jesus; they didn't swap them amongst themselves. Instead I suggested he make a donation to an area food bank because Jesus said, "when you have done it unto the least of these, you did it unto Me." (Matt. 25:40) After doing so, he told me it was the warmest fuzzy he had ever received.