A Public Service Message from Glock and the Second Amendment
ball-and-chain and I are constantly trying to be good-will emissaries from the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy to the mushy feel-good liberal swamp that is Los Angeles. For example, we frequently step out of our political closet to gently challenge a false liberal mantra that a friend may utter without a second thought (“Things in Iraq just keep getting worse and worse.”) or we might jump to attention, salute, and tear up at the passing mention of President Reagan. These small gestures serve to remind Los Angelinos that conservatives are thoughtful humans too.

It was in that spirit that I recently invited Wanderer to an afternoon at the range. Actually it wasn’t in that spirit; it was just for fun. (Wanderer posted about the outing too, but with such a different spin you have to wonder about his memory.) He’d never fired a handgun before, so we first went over some basic gun safety rules at my house. (Never clean your gun with your nose. Never clean your nose with your gun.) Then we went to the range and each fired a Glock 9 mm pistol 100 times, thereby hurtling supersonic projectiles at pieces of paper various distances from us. Wanderer did very well.

Wanderer takes aim.



I take my turn.



I was happy that my previous trips had resulted in small incremental improvements in my accuracy. I can hit a silhouette at 50 feet very reliably now. Here’s a group of 20 rounds at 21 feet. Not great, but passable for someone who a year ago never fired a 9 mm.



After the last magazine was emptied we packed up and drove into the sunset, satisfied with the certainty that another American is on his way to appreciating our constitutional right to bear polymer frame semiautomatic handguns with no exposed hammers or external safeties. Or something like that. - served up by Doctor Bean @ 9:27 PM