Obama in Mexico – It is all our gun’s fault.

Here is an article from the Washington Times. http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2009/apr/17/obama-blames-us-guns-in-mexico/

There is some very interesting stuff in there.  For example, Obama is pulling out that figure that 90% of the guns used in Mexican crime come from the US. This has been trotted out several times now by the administration. It seems like this is one of those things where they want to use something over and over until it becomes accepted.

The only problem is that the number is not true at all. It has been proven false, and I’m pretty sure the President’s Teleprompter is aware of this by now. 

If I recall correctly, something like 16% of the guns recovered in Mexico are asked to be traced by serial number by the ATF. Of that 16%, 90% originate in the US. Hence the 90% number that keeps being thrown around.

Okay, so that would actually mean that the majority of weapons are not asked to be traced. Why is that? Well, most of them are obviously not from the US.

I have worked with people who do law enforcement on the border. I’ve seen evidence photos from gun battles. Many of the guns are ChiCom or Eastern block military weapons. Contrary to the news, you can’t pick up grenades, full-auto weapons, or RPGs at a gunshow.

So, if our government already knows this 90% number is false and misleading, why do they feel the need to continue to use it? Could it be that they need to repeat something over and over again in the media until it is accepted as truth? Will the next batch of gun control be based on saving Mexico?

You want to save Mexico? You might want to go after the bigger problem. I’ve also seen pictures of the money. Bales of money. Literal piles of American hundred dollar bills. Big sacks with dollar signs on it. We’re talking friggin’ Donald Trump Lotto. Do you really think that in a country that is in complete chaos that cartels with billions and billions of dollars really need our guns that bad?

Tens of thousands of Mexican Army soldies have gone AWOL and joined the cartels. I’m pretty sure they bring their guns with them. (mostly made in the US, by the way, so I guess that must be our fault too).  We actually trained the Zetas at Fort Bragg, and now they’re the ultimate cartel death squad. I suppose that’s our fault also. 

I have no problem believing that some of our guns are being used in Mexican crime. You know why? Because our border is totally unsecured, and criminals can cross back and forth with near impunity, and they’re operating on our side of the line, they can easily pick up American guns off the black market like other criminals scumbags. Remember, since they have giants sacks of money, picking up a gun from a drug dealer who stole it isn’t a big deal.

My response to this is to crush the criminals like bugs and secure our borders so they can’t operate here so easily. The Obama plan will apparently be to punish people like me and you so we can’t have guns because they might someday fall into the hands of a country that is buying AK47s by the crate from China.

So, even if something like 15% of Mexico’s guns come from us, I’ve got a simple solution. It is a whole lot simpler than trying to regulate us, ban guns, or bring back another stupid ban. Build A FENCE. Last time I looked, we had even actually passed that law, and something like 70% of America was behind the idea, and we still haven’t done it for TWO YEARS.  So instead of building a fence to actually control our border, we can spin it the other way, and say that we’re building the fence to protect poor Mexico from our terrible firearms. It is for the children.

But we can’t build a fence, because we need illegal aliens to be able to roam freely, because they do the jobs Americans won’t do, even though we have the highest unemployment rate in decades, and Americans can’t find jobs.

Man, logic is hard!

Well, anyway, it is coming. Get ready for it. The next batch of gun control will come in the form of international treaties and other assorted BS.  The “90%” press conferences we’re seeing now are the political feelers.

God bless Texas

I’m finally back from my Texas trip. I was only there for a few days, and most of that was filled with business meetings and training.

I wish I would have had more time. I know a ton of people in Texas, and was only able to visit one of my friends. If I had another month I still probably wouldn’t have been able to see everybody I know down there. One of these days I’m going to plan on spending a lot more time down there. I need to meet Matt and Johnny Guest. I need to go on a ride along with Lawdog (and I will take copious notes), and I need to just loaf on a porch in Terlingua.

After picking up my piece of crap rental car (more on that later), I was able to go up to Georgetown, where I got a tour of STI. I haven’t been a nefarious arms dealer for nearly half a year now, but I used to do a ton of business with STI, and they were always my favorite bunch to deal with in the business. I got to see how their guns are made, and it is simply awesome. Using giant war machines forged in the fires of Mordor, 1911s are carved from giant blocks of steel, and then polished to perfection. Yeah, I was pretty geeked out.

Then I got to hang out with my buddy, Rabbit, in Hutto. (Go Hippos!). He treated me to a chicken-fried rib-eye steak. He knew that I was only in Texas for a short time, so he needed to feed me something that just screamed Texas, and what better way to do that than to take the very best part of the cow, batter it, fry it, and then smother it in gravy? Yes, it was as good as it sounds.  

Rabbit and his family are good people. Anybody who has built a 16-foot, fully-articulated, Mexican-wrestler puppet, and who then flew it off of a 30 foot cliff while dressed as a lemming has to be pretty damn cool. And no, I didn’t make any of that up.

Then it was back to San Antonio, where I got hopelessly lost. I didn’t know you could put that many different freeways into one area. I’m from Utah. We have one. Anyway, I was caught behind an accident, routed off the freeway, through the city, and onto, what I thought, was the same freeway. Turned out it was a different one, (that still headed in the same direction). But it was cool to drive around San Antonio for awhile, as it is a very pretty town.

The training was good, and that night I went down to the Riverwalk for dinner, where I ate at Boudrouxs and had the best guacamole I’ve ever had. The Riverwalk is the most interesting downtown I’ve seen. You take the stairs down from the street, and then you can walk along the river that flows through San Antonio.  It has atmosphere.

I hit the Tea Party. Like I said in the last post, everyone was friendly, cordial, upbeat, and sick and tired of being treated like mushrooms. Maybe my opinion of Texas has been skewed because I was surrounded by like-minded people, but I’ll keep it that way, thanks.

The Alamo is a lot smaller than I imagined. I hear everybody says that though. It just illustrates how hard the Texans fought, because that is not what I would consider a super defensible fort.

Overall, I loved Texas. I look forward to going back.

The only downside of the trip was the rental. On the rental car, it is almost worthy of its own post. I signed up for a full size car. At 6’6”, I only fit in about half of the compact cars out there. (the Ford Focus is surprisingly roomy), so to be safe, I went up a size. According to the webpage, this size were things like Chevy Impalas or Dodge Chargers. Okay, I was cool with that.

So when I get there, they bring out this absurd looking little pseudo-minivan with great big wheel wells and little square windows. It is a Chevy HHR. Imagine a PT-Cruiser had a bastard love child with a retarded minivan, and the fact this thing exists just shows why Chevy needed bailout money.

If I put the seat back far enough so that I could drive, I couldn’t see out the driver side window. This thing doesn’t just have blind spots. It has blind spots that you could park the USS Enterprise in.  The window is so high up that you can’t comfortably put your arm out it when the window is rolled down, not that you could anyway, since the door locks are pointy things designed to stab you in the elbow if you try. (Rabbit pointed out that Chevy should have went the distance and just sharpened them). I have been in armored fighting vehicles that have better visibility.

Since the whole thing was designed by morons, they also made the speedometer dumb. It is small, and it goes 60 dot dot dot 80. That’s fine, except the speed limit in Texas in 70, and the needle is bigger than the dots, so you know that you are going approximately somewhere between 60 and 80. I was waiting to get pulled over, and the cop would ask “Do you know how fast you were going?” and I could honestly answer, “No, officer, look at this stupid thing!”

When I dropped the cursed HHR back to Enterprise, the young woman there asked me how was the car. I told her that it absolutely sucked. She said, “Blind spots, right?” Apparently I’m not the only one that hated this ridiculous thing.

The San Antonio Tea Party

I was in San Antonio for business today. Once I got out of training I went over to the Alamo and was there for the big San Antonio Tea Party.

There were thousands of people around the Alamo. It was the most peaceful, polite, and cordial group of political protestors I’ve ever seen. 

If you are not familiar with the Tea Parties, and you just read the news, you would get this:

Whipped up by conservative commentators and bloggers, tens of thousands of protesters staged “tea parties” around the country Wednesday to tap into the collective angst stirred up by a bad economy, government spending and bailouts.  – AP

I love that. Whenever anybody gets together with any sort of Liberal cause, then it is a “grass roots movement” including the ones put on by the professional protestor class. If a bunch of conservatives get together, then they must have been “whipped” on by bloggers and commentators. I also love how we have “angst”, because, you know, not wanting to turn America into Big Dumb Canada is angst. Look, AP, Emo kids have angst. We’ve got disgust, indignation, and rigteous anger.

The Tea Parties are about a bunch of people who feel disenfranchised by their government. We feel that our government is out of control (on both sides) and that we’re spending ourselves into oblivion and turning away from freedom and toward socialism.

People are getting tired of being pushed around.

In my home state of Utah, the federal government just set a bunch of rules about how you can travel on government land. Basically this makes it so that if you live in the extremely rural counties of Garfield or Kane, you can’t actually GO anywhere. You can’t actually travel across land that your ancestors travelled across with wagons or handcarts, and that your family has crossed for the last hundred years, because a bureaucrat in Washington (who’s never actually been to Utah) decreed that you can’t cross that land unless you do it in some sort of magical conveyance that doesn’t make noise or carbon. This might not sound like much to some of you, but with the stroke of a pen, the lives and livelyhoods of thousands of people were just altered for the worst on a whim.

That is just another example amongst the hundreds. Things like that are what are driving the Tea Parties.

I’ve run into this moron before…

There is this one blogger, Plowshare Forge, who likes to make fun of me. He’s this grouchy moron who’s stuck in this strange nostalgia for FDR, WPA, NRA (not the good one, the stupid price fixing one) and other assorted bits of 30s-40s social experimentation that didn’t work.


He’s tried to pick a fight before.




He even posted in the comments some long rambling troll thingy, where he kind of apologized, and then told a bunch of other posters to F off. What can I say? He’s a class act.


He used to go after MadOgre more, but apparently George got tired of beating him over the head. Since I’m a friend of George’s, and apparently I too am a NeoCon (a term so handy that it means whatever you want it to mean!) he likes to try and start stuff.


Now normally I don’t know about this, because WordPress only shows the top places I get hits from. His board is usually so pathetically far down the list that I don’t see him unless I click on the whole list. So if I’ve missed your other tirades, Plow, I do apologize. I thought you said you were done with me, but apparently not. I am an irresistible man.




Okay, it starts off ranting about “quasi-warriors”, then it goes into a long historical thing that he probably read off of Wikipedia. Here it is:


I’m in a mean mood today.


No. You are just dumb.

For the record, I haven’t been back to George Hill Land in over a month now and no tears have been shed.


By George especially.

This isn’t even specifically about him – rather the quasi-“warrior culture” that’s sprung up among the brainy neo-cons. The culture that the Ogre seems intent on pitching.

I really don’t know how I fit into this tirade later. I’m not a warrior. I don’t claim to be one, or to be part of any Bushido Code, other than the “Gun-Conservative-Leave me Alone-Culture”. I’m an accountant and an author, father and husband, and relatively normal guy. I happen to have taught defensive shooting on the side for many years, because I’m really good at it. Being able to defend yourself and have a fighting mindset isn’t any sort of warrior code, it is basic Darwinian evolution.


And seriously, what the hell is a NeoCon? The word has a different definition every time I turn around. If it is a Republican in the George Bush mold, I’m sure as hell am not a NeoCon.  But that doesn’t matter, because whatever it is, Plow has decided I’m one of them.

Just to be clear:
This is in no way intended to cast aspersions on anyone who was willing to at least show up for some sort of service to the country.
Even if you went to the recruiter and were declared 4F – or got as far as boot camp but got shitcanned for some undiagnosed medical problem, like my cousin – or wet your bed in boot camp even.


Plow. You’re an idiot. See below.

Hell, if you registered and lucked into a high number. I’m generous.
If you stepped up and put yourself in harm’s way for the greater good, you have my eternal respect and gratitude.

Rather, this is aimed at the
Viet Nam era, school deferment folks like our former (Praise God!) Vice President –


Gotta interject here, because we are SOOO much better off with Joe “Pathological Liar” Biden…


or Ted (who cares what you think?) Nugent – or Rush (poor, sore, little ass) Limbaugh. And all the baby neo-cons who are happy to enjoy the benefits of a volunteer military (read: They don’t have to go.) and who really support the war effort – except they don’t want to pay taxes. You know who you are, Larry, American Warmonger, Billy O’Reilly, Glenn Beck, et all.


So now I am in the same category as Bill O’Reilly, Rush Limbaugh, and Glenn Beck. Cool.  I did not know that I had reached the big time. When do I get a show on FOX? Maybe Rush, Dick, the Nuge, and I will go play some golf together. I like Brother Glenn. One of these days maybe I’ll get to go on his show and pimp a novel. Then I will know that I’ve made it.


Keep in mind, gentle readers, that Plow also hates Mormons. (see previous post) Maybe me, George Hill, and Glenn Beck will get together at our next Secret World Domination and Puppy Drowning Convention and drink hot coco and talk smack about FDR behind Plow’s back.


I don’t know who American Warmonger is, but if Plow hates him, he’s probably an okay guy.

In all fairness, Larry does teach military personnel how to shoot for free but – aren’t soldiers already able to shoot?


Actually, no. If you knew half as much about the military as you think you do, you would realize that the shooting instruction for 90% of units is either insufficient or totally unrealistic. There is a giant cottage industry devoted to teaching shooting to deploying soldiers. If that bugs you, go take it up with Pat Rogers, Clint Smith, or Louie Awerbuck.


Besides, I wasn’t the one that taught tactical carbine or foreign small arms familiarization to soldiers. Those were taught by my organization’s more experienced instructors. (a SF LtCol, a SF CW5, and an SF 45B). I taught defensive pistol to regular people, and I taught the Utah Concealed Carry Class for free to soldiers. I figured that if our country can have them carry a gun overseas to protect my family, the least I could do was make it so they could carry a gun at home to protect theirs.


I donated thousands of dollars worth of my time while I was able to do so. It was an honor, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.


I’ve got a different job now, but strangely enough, I find myself working with the military again. I’m the new Finance Manager for a defense contractor. I’m helping keep F-16s in the sky. Which is pretty darn cool, except to somebody like Plow, because now I’m part of the dreaded Military Industrial Complex, so he’s got one more reason to hate me.

Send them some cookies, Larry – or join up. (Money Where Your Mouth Is” button to the left)


Actually, I tried that. (enlisting, not the cookies) They didn’t want me. I’m medically unsuitable.


But my self esteem isn’t really hung up on that, so I don’t think I ever posted about it here. Like I said, I’m not a warrior, and I don’t have to pretend to be one on the internet.


And actually, on the cookies, my wife has done just that. Do you know how many cookies it takes to feed an entire bus full of soldiers heading to the airport? A lot.

Notice, the Mad Ogre fits into the good group. I told you I was generous.


No. You’re not generous. You are an idiot. George Hill served his country, and he got hurt in the process, and no matter how snide you are, no matter how clever you think you are, you just can’t find a way to take that away from him. You are a petty little man, Plow, and you just can’t find a way to justify yourself when 75% of the men you are purporting to defend disagree with you.

This is a new one, apparently I was in the top 3% of fiction in ’08?

I went onto Amazon to see how the preorders for the Baen edition of Monster Hunter International were doing (21,000 something on the bestseller list this morning, which ain’t bad considering I’ve still got 100 days before it comes out) and I stuck my name into the search engine.

The Amazon engine came up with another book that had my name in it, and it had an excerpt page.

So on page 28 of this book: http://www.amazon.com/reader/1440407541?%5Fencoding=UTF8&ref%5F=sib%5Fbooks%5Fpg&qid=1239301770&query=larry%20correia#reader it says that the original Infinity Edition of MHI, was in the top 3% of fiction last year.

Okay, I know how many books I sold. So I guess that just means that there are a LOT of books published, because I didn’t think I sold that many!

Ironically enough, Patriots, (which I haven’t read yet) was in the top 1%. See, us gun nuts do like to read.

By the way, if you just put Correia into the Amazon search engine, I’m the first thing that pops up. Take that, melodic stylings of Amy Correia! Who’s laughing now, Design and Construction of Pavements and Railtrack; Geotechnical Aspects and Processed Materials by Antonio Gomes Correia?! Yeah, I thought so… You better keep on walking…

I like the little thing on Amazon that shows you “people who bought this book also bought these”. It tells me a bit about my audience. 

You’ve got Ringo, Weber, and Williamson (that’s flattering) as well as other sci-fi and fantasy, World War Z and various zombie books (makes sense), Atlas Shrugged (Libertarians love killing monsters), James Rawles, Jeff Cooper, Matt Bracken, and Boston T. Party, (told you gun guys like to read), and On Killing (yep… that’s some light reading right there), and finally Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog, just because it is, in fact, that awesome. 

And while I’m posting about the writing front, the rough draft of MHI:2 goes to Baen this weekend, as well as the outline for my Grimnoir Chronicles, which I’m hoping she likes. Meanwhile, the thriller, Dead Six, by me and Mike Kupari is coming along nicely, and we should have it totally wrapped up in the next two months. Baen gets first look at it, but it doesn’t really fit into their regular genres, so I’ll be shopping a publisher for it while Mike is off playing Mr. Cool-Military-Dude and using our tax dollars to blow stuff up. 

Since I’ve got half a dozen projects in various stages of completion, I’m probably going to need to get an agent before too long.  I still have that one script that I wrote for a produciton company that specializes in CGI for a Sci-Fi Original picture, but they’ve never given me an answer, so if you work for a production company that does that kind of thing, give me a call. Let’s do lunch. :)

So stuff is moving right along.


I haven’t really posted much about politics lately. I can say that it has been because I’ve been so busy, exciting new job, had to buy a new car, submitting a rough draft and a new book pitch to my editor within a week, stuff like that, but it would be a lie. The truth is that the American political scene has just been too obnoxious and frustrating to think about lately.

If a year ago I had posted an April Fool’s joke about how the government was buying banks, bailing out the auto industry, buying insurance companies, multiplying the national debt over and over again in a period of a couple of months, passed a stimulus bill that didn’t stimulate anything but cost more than the 2nd World War, that all of the new government appointees were either socialists, tax-evaders, trans-nationalists, or lunatics, that we were cutting all of our military programs in a time when other nations were growing theirs, and that our president would take a tour of Europe where we apologized to other countries for being America and the only thing the media could report on is that his wife has buffed arms, you would have said that I had gone way too far  coming up with something too far-fetched to be a good prank.

I find it ironic that our government is printing money and passing it out to anybody and everybody, but meanwhile we’re cutting back on military spending. I suppose that creating jobs building useless crap is more stimulating than jobs building fighter planes. Apparently ACORN employees need jobs a whole lot more than Lockheed’s. Personally I would rather have more F-22s than Harry Reid’s magnetic levitation train to Disneyland.  

The president of the US went to Europe, apologized to everybody for everything, kissed butt, stood in lots of photos, gave out I-Pods, bowed to the Saudis (literally), and now the media is tripping over themselves in the rush to pat him on the back because the rest of the world (like Cuba, Venezuela, North Korea, etc.) loves us again.  Personally I don’t really care if a bunch of despots don’t like us, but that is priority number one of the new administration.

And here is something scary. I find myself actually agreeing with France and Germany about how useless the American president’s plans are… That is downright disturbing. It is like I’ve entered Topsy-Turvey Land. I’m waiting for Bizzaro  Superman to fly past my window or for it to start raining doughnuts. I may have to start carrying an HK.

Obama gave a speech where he talked about all of the wonderful things the Islamic world has brought to us to make the US a better place. I’m kind of drawing a blank from the 1400s on, but I’m sure there is something just awesome in there that I’m overlooking. I’m kind of a Rachid Taha fan,(especially Barra Barra from the Blackhawk Down soundtrack) but I don’t know if that’s quite what Obama meant.

Every time I turn on the news, I’m deluged with something else idiotic. My country is trying its best to abandon capitalism, because that has only worked better than everything else for all of recorded human history, in order to switch to some bastardized socialism than even FDR would have laughed at.

On FDR, my latest fiction project is set in 1932. I’ve been doing a lot of research into this time period lately. The media keeps comparing Obama to FDR for a reason, and I’ve seen a definite trend in the way Obama keeps trying to define himself in the same terms. Obama wants to be FDR, and he’ll probably succeed. As in, we’ll cause the economic downturn to get even worse and last longer by government meddling, and through typical democrat weakness on the international stage, we’ll end up in a great big war with somebody, and then we’ll spend the next few decades recovering from our flirtation with letting the government run everything.

And on that note, anybody who thinks that this is the same as the Great Depression is an imbecile and needs to crack open a history book. We averaged as high as 25% unemployment, and that was closer to 1/3 in some states. Though once we manage to utterly destroy the dollar by spending 8 times what we make, and you have to have a wheelbarrow full of money to buy a loaf of bread, Weimar style, then we’ll probably be close.

Meanwhile, the opposition party is still sucking merrily along. While America is being revamped into Big-Dumb-Canada, John McCain is fixated on getting boxing champion Jack Johnson pardoned for violating the Mann Act back in like 1910-something. Was Jack Johnson wronged? Yes. But since he’s been dead for like 60 years, maybe, John, you should concentrate on something more friggin’ important right now…

I hate you, John McCain… so very, very much, for so many reasons…

But I digress. I’m still waiting for the Republicans to float a leader who can actually gain some traction off of this mess. Most Americans don’t want to be Big-Dumb-Canada. They will gladly support somebody who stands up to this madness. In the meantime, we’ll keep sliding along this path toward who knows what.

April fools? Man, I wish…


Montana Pole Dance

I found this over at Lawdog’s blog. Oh my gosh that’s awesome.



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