Got some more Spartans in stock

I know that these things are always in demand. 8 Spartans came in today. MHN price $585 + shipping to your dealer.  If you want one, call 801-571-1160.

We also got our first 4 GP6 pistols. WAY NICE. I’m not easily gee-whized, but this is a nice little gun. For a double action, the trigger is nice, and the reset is the shortest thing I’ve seen outside of the Sig SRT. I got 4 of those, but looks like one of the Minions might be taking one home, and I asked Denny at SWAT if he wants one written up, and if he does, I’ll take another one.  These are $600.

Movie Review: The Beast Within (1982)

Okay, this was on IFC the other night, and I had never heard of it. The last time I watched a horror movie on IFC was the deplorable Wendigo, which was possibly one of the lamest things I’ve ever sat through.

The Beast Within starts in the 1960s where a newlywed couple breaks down in the middle of nowhere Mississippi. The husband goes for help and the wife is raped by some sort of creature. Nasty and right to the point, like most 80′s monster movies. 

Then the movie skips ahead 17 years to where her son is going through all sorts of medical problems and he start mutating into someting weird and eating people.

There is a really complicated plot, and none of it really makes a lot of sense. I mean, I understood what was going on, but people would do things, and I was like “huh? Okay, whatever, go kill some more hillbillies.” 

Spolier alert, let me break down the plot. Basically the boy is possessed by the spirit of the man-monster who raped his mom, said man-monster is half man, half ciccada, and apparently the monster (named Billy) became a monster because he was cheating with the undertaker’s wife, and then was kept locked in the celler and fed stolen corpses.  It is a little know fact that eating corpses causes rapid mutation into ciccada monsters.  So 17 years ago, Billy escaped and went out for a little swamp loving, then he died. Now the new monster (forgot his name) is killing all the corrupt officials who covered up Billy’s fate the first time.

But wait, there’s more… So the new monster (named Michael, thanks IMDB!) is out killing people, and for whatever reason the sheriff can’t seem to figure out that it is the kid, and the kid’s dad just starts inviting himself along during the murder investiagtions (I’ve been on ride alongs, but my local cops won’t let me go from murder scene to murder scene, go figure) where all the various conspirators are being killed.

Then Michael has a pretty cool transformation scene where his tongue pops out and his head swells up like a balloon and he turns into Mancicadda and goes on a killing-spree.  A bunch of people sit and watch him mutate for like five minutes, and one of them has a shotgun, and still doesn’t do anything until it is too late. I don’t know about you guys, but if I’m ever anywhere and somebody starts mutating, I’m going to shoot them until I run out of ammo, and then find something to set them on fire with, but that’s just how I roll.

The last 30 minutes of this movie are actually big 80′s monster movie goodness. Michael kills the rest of conspirators, the plot is explained (kinda), and there is an above average decapitation scene. Then Michael the Mancicadda rapes his girlfriend (apparently girls in this part of Mississippi have a bad habit of fainting under pressure, kind of like those fainting goats) and impregnates her for The Beast Within 2.  

Now for those of you that read this blog when I get political, you know I’m pro-life, but I will take a stand that if you have been impregnated by a giant-insect-homicidal-man-beast-ghost-thing, then in that specific instance, abortion is like, totally cool. 

Overall, the plot didn’t make any sense, the acting was okay at best, and it really was totally cheesy, which means that of course I really liked it.  I lived in the south for a few years. I love Mississippi. I love horror movies set in the south. Hence, MHI being set in the south. Horror is better with a southern accent. It has a certain cool factor. 

Most horror movies for whatever reason are set in southern California.  Probably because the Hollywood people don’t like to travel out to the scary flyover areas. So even when they have something that is supposedly set someplace else, it still looks suspiciously like California.  I hate California.  Lived there most of my life. You could have a rampaging Manciccada in L.A. and nobody would notice, just more dead people to throw on the big pile of other murder victims, then you couldn’t even kill it because the ACLU would stop you because you’re violating the rights of mutants to rape freely, and PETA would protest cruelty to insects, or something. 

The whole Southern Gothic vibe makes for a better movie, even when the movie is only okay, the southern vibe makes it cooler.  The scariest place I’ve ever been is still in one really weird little swamp in Mississippi.

Overall, The Beast Within was fun. IFC has redeemed itself from the stench of Wendigo!

Surprising first week for WeTheArmed

So the combined FBMG/MadOgre board has been up for about a week.

3202 Posts in 321 Topics by 423 Members.

It is growing well. It is taking on a good life, with good members, and has reached that traffic point where it is self sustaining. Pretty sweet.

Good article on journalism by Orson Scott Card

Orson Scott Card needs no introduction, unless you live under a rock. He’s the dude that wrote Ender’s Game, one of the finest novels of all time.  Card does a good job calling out the media bias.

With THR going through legal battles, and FBMG are joining forces to make a new forum.

This is a forum for people who love guns and freedom. We expect people to be nice to each other, so if you’re a 13 year old airsofter who likes to tell combat veterans about their guns, this might not be the board for you. 

There are also sections on fun, off-topic stuff.

We are going to be shutting down the and transitioning to the new board.

Further proof of the why the government shouldn’t screw around with business

Here is a great article about how FDR made the Great Depression worse.

I know that goes against typical liberal dogma about how capitalism sucks and how only the government can save us. As I was growing up, I listened to my Grandpa talk about FDR. He hated the man. My Grandpa was a self-employed farmer from a long line of farmers. He also understood math. 

My Grandpa’s most hated social program of that time was the WPA, which if I recall correctly was Works Projects Administration. Grandpa Joe always said that it stood for We Poke Along.  Basically take a bunch of people without jobs and then have the government randomly pay them to do something. According to my Grandpa, the work was usually unnesscary, and anybody with any ambition bailed as soon as they could, leaving a bunch of slackers to sit around, drink, and get tax money. I’m sure Barack’s Paid Volunteer programs will be similar.

Breast Cancer Charity Gun winner

As you can see, Joe’s custom pink gun went to some cool people:

Bo has been through our tactical carbine class, and shot a very manly M14 last time. I don’t know if he’s going to run the pink gun on the next go around or not. Congratulations guys.

More pics from the machine gun shoot

The FBMG crew pre-shoot

The FBMG crew pre-shoot

I picked up a few more pictures from the shoot. Here is our crew group photo from the night before. This is most of the Minions, Henchmen, and Overseers that make FBMG great. I’m the one with the M82.

Some random political thoughts

Watching the economy take a beating and the government’s resulting bumbling has been interesting. (and painful, but I quit looking at my 401K awhile ago). Every time the government proposes something, the market takes another dive.  My gut feeling on this is because most of us that are in business for ourselves instinctively distrust the government.  We’ve seen first hand that they manage to screw everything they touch.


So every time they propose another idiotic socialist move, business people panic, so then the government proposes something even stupider, like rewarding the crooked morons that got us into this mess, so we panic more, causing them to do something stupendously idiotic, like destroying the free market to give more power to the bureaucrats that instigated the problem, so we freak out more, so the government buys all the bad mortgages, because heaven forbid illegal aliens get evicted, so we sell all our stock and buy canned food, causing them to appoint Hugo Chavez as Secretary of the Treasury, so we start digging bomb shelters in the back yard, on and on and on and on.  By next weekend, the Dow will be at 32 points and my local credit union will only give out loans in the form of bottle caps and pocket lint.


The President comes on TV and as soon as he starts to talk about how the latest Marxist idea hasn’t quite panned out because we just haven’t been quite Marxy enough, I find myself just yelling “Shut up, George! Just shut the hell up!”  Then he says don’t panic, but if you don’t let us end capitalism, then the entire world will utterly implode and the next thing you know you’ll be hanging from bungee cords having a chainsaw duel against  a retarded guy with a bucket on his head in the Thunderdome, but don’t panic.


The government can’t help. All they can do is screw stuff up. Think about it. The Bail Out was stupid. It was so stupid that something like 90% of Americans thought it was a bad idea. You can’t get 90% of Americans to agree that colon cancer is a bad thing, so that’s pretty remarkable. So congress shoots down the Bail Out, until they pork it up with all sorts of flat-out bribery, so that it costs even more, and is even more absurd, then they pass it.  Thank goodness that we no longer have that oppressive excise tax on wooden arrows though!


I’m getting sick and tired of listening to this idiocy. Yes, it sucks. We’ve been stupid. We’ve been fiscally irresponsible. Our leadership has been nonexistent, Republican and Democrat. It is time for a correction. That’s just a matter of math.  Home ownership is not a right, home ownership is a purchase. Executives that were too stuck up to listen to their accountants suck and idiots who make $30,000 a year shouldn’t purchase $500,000 homes.


I purchased my home 6 years ago. When I applied for my loan I was approved for an absurd amount of money. I was like “You can’t be serious” and they were like “Hey, no problem!”  See, the difference is that I was smart enough to take responsibility for my actions and I can do math. I purchased a house worth approximately half of what I was approved for. Worst case scenario, I can dig ditches or flip burgers and probably still survive, which I might have to resort to anyway once President Reverend Obama destroys the gun industry.


A giant percentage of our bad mortgages were to illegal aliens. We were giving loans to people without even seeing any form of ID. We were giving loans based on “stated” income… “Yeah, I totally make $250,000 a year”. Banks were being accused of racism by Barack Obama’s “community activists” if they did crazy things like ask to see a W2.  Yet somehow, I’m supposed to feel sorry for people when John McCain says during the debate that we’re going to take over these bad mortgages so that nobody loses their house.  Sorry, John, some people deserve to lose their house. Then they can go get an apartment, save some money for a down payment, and buy a house that they can actually afford.


On that debate, holy crap… I listened on my commute home. Every time John McCain spoke I would find myself giving a very dejected sigh, as if to say, “Yep, this was the best we could come up with.” Every time Barack Obama spoke I found myself screaming the F word and punching the steering wheel. Once I got home, rather than watch the rest of the debate on TV and give myself an aneurism, I just played Call of Duty 4 on Xbox live and killed 14 year olds. It was far more productive.


And the other thing that keeps galling me, I’m getting sick and tired about how the media keeps talking about how we’re in another Great Depression. Anybody who knows jack squat about history knows that this isn’t even close to that. This might be coming up on the late 1970s, but we’ve still got a way to go to get to that. When was the last time somebody starved to death in America and it wasn’t caused by mental illness or being held captive by Crazy Hill People? (No offense intended to Crazy Hill People, shout out to my Red State Brothers)


No, stupid media, people actually STARVED during the Great Depression. If you knew 100 people, about seventy five of them might have a job, and most of those weren’t very good. Shut the hell up and read a book.


On a personal note, I’m sure that Plowshare Forge is reading this post, because he’s somehow fixated on me. (see prior post about how Somebody On The Internets Doesn’t Like Me). He wrote some big rambling post the other day about how I’m now his despised “NeoCon” of choice. I followed the link back to some incoherent tirade on his blog in the morning, but by the afternoon, he had taken it down. I guess after getting his ass handed to him by Mad Ogre for the last few years, he’s decided to move down a weight class to make fun of me instead.


I wish he would have left it up, because it was just disjointed and rambling enough that I could have given it a good fisking. Apparently since I’m 33 I’m too young to have an opinion and I’m just a “kid”. Since I’ve only been married once (for 10 years) that somehow means I’m wrong, too. Also, since I’m a co-owner of an LLC, that doesn’t count as owning my own business. (Okay, I’m going to have to take that one up with the IRS, because they sure think that it does).


His primary post was apparently linked back to my post about how Barack’s “Mandatory Volunteer” programs were bad, which I wrote several months ago. In that post that I mentioned that I’ve volunteered way more than Barack ever has. I said that I taught shooting for free, but Plowshare apparently thinks that isn’t really good enough.  He questioned what good was that for the community? (well, when one of my students shoots a rapist in the face, I call that “community activism” but Plow’s personal values may not coincide with mine)


Well, let me put this into perspective for you, Plow. I get paid really good to teach people to shoot. I’ve made $200 an hour before, which is like union plumber money. So when I waive the fee to teach a member of the Armed Forces, that’s less money that I’m making while still doing work. When I do hundreds of them, I’m still not making money. To put this into perspective, and to address your point using simple words that you can understand, I’ve given up something like $20,000 in free services this year. That’s money… and about 1000 times more than what Joe Biden has donated to charity.  On the 14th of this month, I’m teaching an entire platoon from one of our local NG battalions for free. (in normal person talk, that’s a lot of people)


He didn’t like my religious service much either, because he happens to disagree with me. But guess what, Plow, this is still America, where we are allowed to VOLUNTEER to do what we want to do. Hence, the word, VOLUNTEER. Wrap your little socialist brain around that. If you tell somebody what to do, and then penalize them when they don’t do it, that’s not volunteering anymore.


Now, I know giving up my time for something that I’m really good at doesn’t suit you, but I am really good at what I do. I’m an excellent firearms instructor, so I volunteer that which is of the most value to me. Now the Barack mandatory method would require me to needle-point sweaters for crack-whores at the ACORN rally while registering a bum to vote 72 times because some bureaucrat somewhere thought that was a swell idea.


Damn, I really wish Plow would have left that post up, because I don’t think you guys even realize how dumb it was. I read it when I first got to work and I was just itching to take it apart. Slow people trying to insult me gets my creative juices flowing. Alas, work got in the way, and by the time I got back to the interwebs, it was gone.  Oh well, hopefully this post will get him all riled up. Unless maybe he’s decided to move down another weight class and he’s looking to find some member of the Young Republican’s club to pick a fight with on Facebook.

Actually getting some Saiga 12 gauges and .308 rifles

I’ve actually got some Saigas coming in next week, which is kinda amazing. These are the first 12 gauges in the country since November. I’ve got 9 12 gauges left unclaimed, $600 each, and 5 .308 rifles left, $500 each.  If you want one, call 801-571-1160.


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