09:58 – We made up another batch of the no-knead bread dough this morning, and will bake two more 1-pound (454 g) loaves this afternoon, after it finishes rising two hours at room temperature and then two more hours in the refrigerator. The last time we used this recipe, we didn’t use bread pans. This time, we’re going to try it with our silicone bread pans. We both think this bread is better than commercial bakery bread, let alone supermarket bread.
My desk looks out over the back deck. When I look up, I see the satellite dish installed by the former owners. We’ll never have satellite TV here, and I’ve been thinking about converting that dish and mount to a parabolic solar oven. I’ll leave it where it is for now, but if we ever need it it would be quick and easy to repurpose it, just by covering the surface of the dish with aluminum foil.
Back to work filling and labeling bottles.
That sounds like a judgement call, which means you’re being judgemental, and that’s the same thing as being bigoted, which is against the law. Under Wickard v Filburn, the federal government is able to regulate not only your commercial activity but your lack of commercial activity, which means that henceforth you must avoid bigotry and unlawful discrimination by buying at least seven pounds of bread per week from a Muslim-owned and -operated bakery.
Not only that, but you gotta bake at least seven cakes per week for homosexual weddings using flour produced by Hispanic farmers and donate ten percent of your gross proceeds to the regional BLM organization. Federal and state taxes should be no more than 75% but subject to random and arbitrary increases whenever.
Thanks also for the King Arthur link; I hadn’t been to their web site in ages, as their HQ and store are down the road here in Norwich, VT, right on the Connecticut River, where we’ve been a few times over the years. Their site has been much better organized and jazzed up and it’s easy and convenient to print out the recipes; I just grabbed a few for sourdough bread varieties. They became employee-owned some twenty years ago and they’ve been around since 1790.
We made up another batch of the no-knead bread dough this morning
Ever since you started posting about this, I’ve made 1-2 loaves per week. I love the “wheat” taste of the bread, the moisture and the texture. It is so much better than your typical Wonder Bread. I love popping a thick slice in the toaster, some butter, then peanut butter and Dr. Bob’s yer uncle.
If any of it gets stale, it makes great French toast, too. I load it with eggs, either heavy cream or sour cream, grated orange rind and a little orange juice, and cinnamon. Let it sit in the fridge overnight and then bake it at 350 for a while. Dump unsalted butter and VERMONT maple syrup on it, with a side of VERMONT bacon and Wizard Bob’s yer uncle.
Bob’s not my uncle. My only remaining uncle is named John. He’s the drunken, snaggle-toothed hillbilly I’ve mentioned a couple times.
My father’s brother died of stupid before I was born. (Protip: alcohol and scuba diving don’t mix.) My mother’s older brother died of cancer a few months ago, and her younger brother has been missing and presumed dead for years. All that’s left is my step-father’s brother.
As for the younger generation, there are a lot of nieces and nephews and spouses and boyfriends and such … to whom I’m varyingly the funny uncle, the crazy uncle, and the appalling uncle. That last was my suggestion, and most of them took it up with alacrity.
At least you’re not the Mooslim uncle.
Why New York sucks:
If you’re a fan of the sharing economy and more options for consumers and you happen to live in New York State, prepare to say goodbye Airbnb, thanks to the Democrats controlling the state government. With little fanfare, the state legislature passed a new bill which will impose crippling fines on anyone who dares to compete with the Hotel industry by renting out their own property to travelers for short stays. This was, of course, hailed by Democrats as a huge victory for… somebody. (New York Post)
I’ve only got one uncle left, too; Jimmy; the card, the cutup, the bon vivant and raconteur, back in the day. I remember when he cut his foot wide open at the beach that was a 1/4 mile back of my grandparents’ house in Fairhaven, MA, Fort Phoenix, still there. He did it on broken glass some asshole left there. Blood all over the place. He lives down in CT, last I knew, as does my remaining widowed aunt and I haven’t seen either of them or been in contact with them for ages. Jimmy’s little brother Ricky was seven years older than me and another ‘Nam vet, Bronze Star, etc., off the destroyer U.S.S. Beale; died a few years ago at 63 from years of not taking care of himself, drinking, smoking, at least two marriages/divorces, etc. Scads of nieces, nephews and cousins all over the place down there but no contact with any of them, either. After Jimmy, my aunt, and my mom, I’m the oldest surviving member of both families and they could all very easily get my contact info, address, phone, email, etc., but no one ever does. Yes, that works two ways, and I’ve tried in the past to no avail.
I’m closest to my own siblings, though two of them can’t be bothered to stay in touch, either, unless I initiate it. Jimmy used to refer to all of this non-contact for years with our families as a cultural manifestation of us “cold English ice people.”
I don’t have any uncles remaining. My mother’s only sibling was killed by a German sniper during the Ardennes Offensive.
My father’s mother was married twice. First marriage, she had sons Robert, William, and Arthur. Second marriage, she had only my dad, also named William. My uncle Bob actually uttered that phrase later stolen by Newhart, “my other brother Bill”.
Why would your grandma name two sons by two different dads the same? This sorta thing gets wicked confusing, esp. in my own New England and English families, but it was mainly because children died earlier and their names were then given again to subsequent kids, and also confusing when there are multiple widows and widowers remarrying. To top it off, there seems to have been one commonly accepted stock of English and Irish names for kids and very little deviation from it over many centuries.
A lot of my ancestors’ names were drawn from the Bible, obviously, and in my own generation’s case, English royalty, too:
Me and my siblings: David Richard, Philip Mark, Peter Charles, Martha Ann, and Richard Andrew. My wife’s Irish family is chock-full of Mary, Elizabeth, Eileen, Joseph, Francis, Matthew, Michael, etc., etc.
But my favorites are my great-grandfathers, Ambrose and Theophilus. And much of my genealogical info comes from a journal written by one Peleg Macy and Obadiah Macy. Yes, the department store family. Known semi-jocularly as the “Nantucket Diaspora.”
Hah!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3649296/That-pretty-good-Video-surfaces-seven-year-old-gun-comfortably-firing-AR-15-gun-used-Orlando-massacre.html
Nice take down of the pussy reporter who got PTSD from shooting an AR..
Leave aside the typical inaccuracy in the article, “assault rifle” orlando murderer used an AR, and the normal
reporterfabulist BS.n
“Why would your grandma name two sons by two different dads the same?”
I think back in the first quarter of the 20th century the husband had a lot more to say about naming children than he might today.
You certainly got your cynical wit from your great Grandfather Ambrose. I have long suspected you were old enough to be the great grandson of Theophilus. Oh, wait are you telling me your great grandfathers weren’t that Ambrose and that Theophilus?
“I think back in the first quarter of the 20th century the husband had a lot more to say about naming children than he might today.”
i.e., a hundred years ago. The husband has diddly to say about anything whatsoever now. But we keep plugging anyway. As the decades flash by, we’re told we were actually right, more often, though. Too late.
“Oh, wait are you telling me your great grandfathers weren’t that Ambrose and that Theophilus?”
I’ve always liked the Ambrose you’re referring to, but he disappeared somewhere down in Old Mexico. Mine did not, and HIS father was also named Ambrose. My other great-grandpa was Samuel (OT prophet, natch) and HIS dad was Theophilus. And the great-great-grandpa Ambrose’s dad was William, who came direct from Ye Old Perfidious Albion right after being married in Paddington Station, London, circa 1820s, just before this house was built up here.
But it’s through that earlier Ambrose, who married twice to sisters in the Macy family, that we are descended from the Macy clan, and back before that to the War of Independence, King Philip’s War, and the Mayflower. Both my father’s paternal line and my mom’s paternal line hailed directly from England in the 19th-C. My paternal grandma’s family was all Irish, and came here via P.E.I. and Nova Scotia, also in the 19th-C.
Wife’s family is almost all Irish, with a bit of Scottish, and came over in the 19th-C, too; with a couple making it here later via Canada after some troubles in Ireland and Northern Ireland during the Easter Rebellion and the Irish Civil War.
So I’m of 3/4 English descent, which can mean a whole mess of clans and tribes going back many centuries, including the Angles, Saxons, Jutes, etc. And the rest is mostly Irish and Scottish, with, again, many tribes involved, including Irish and Scottish Gaels, Picts, Norse, etc., and a tiny little bit of Algonqian from the 18th-C here in Nova Anglia.
Probably gonna spring for one of them DNA kits online soon, just for laffs.
Eight years and 50 weeks ago, the hospital staff did not ask me for any input on my daughter’s name or anything else that was to appear on her birth certificate. They did not allow me to get her from the nursery room, or whatever it’s called where the babies are kept when they’re not with their mothers, without my wife’s consent.
But they sure were quick to shove paper in front of me when it came to signing for responsibility for the bills and for various other things. I didn’t use any profanity in refusing, but my non-profane sarcasm caused a lot of butthurt. Good thing they were in the hospital, to get that taken care of.
Can’t really blame the hospital staff, of course. They were just following the lead of the government and in fact society in general.
I would (and have) argue that if the only one who can choose to terminate a pregnancy is the mother, then the only one who can affirm and choose a birth is the mother, and that removes ALL responsibility socially and economically from the sperm donor. You want ‘choice’ you’ve got it, but with the sole choice comes the sole responsibility.
I don’t think this would be a GOOD thing individually or for society, but it is the only logical and fair outcome if you accept the initial statement.
nick
Fair? Fair? What’s fairness got to do with anything? It’s all about money. And reversing the outrages of millennia of male oppression.
“Can’t really blame the hospital staff, of course. They were just following the lead of the government and in fact society in general.”
Indeed. And one can imagine how much say a stepdad has with two stepchildren and the other patriarchal oppressors in the form of biological dads and uncles and granddads are all either deceased or M.I.A. somewhere.
The other point being that yes, the good staff and good soldiers and good cops simply follow the lead, if not de facto orders on-site, to do what the gummint and larger culture/society demand. This is where we are now.
“…and that removes ALL responsibility socially and economically from the sperm donor. You want ‘choice’ you’ve got it, but with the sole choice comes the sole responsibility.”
This is tricky. I get what you’re saying, but I believe the sperm spewer still has SOME responsibility; we’ve seen too many cases where there was/is none and the resulting damage reverberates down through the generations. It’s become what Mr. SteveF said: money and making contemporary men pay for all those centuries of alleged oppression, which every man was guilty of doing as they are now today, of course. As we’re all guilty of the centuries of slavery and must not only be punished for it, but pay reparations.
Fairness doesn’t even make an appearance on the stage.
Oh, I believe the ‘donor’ has responsibility. That isn’t the logical outcome of the way things are set up however.
But how would you enforce it? If the mother wasn’t willing to carry the child, you’d have to enslave her as a brood mare, restricting her access to harmful substances, and force feeding her as needed when she rebelled. So that’s a non-starter although it might act as a deterrent to casual pregnancy.
If the ‘donor’ has responsibility, doesn’t he also have rights?
nick
Difficult and increasingly impossible to enforce anything at all resembling common sense in this culture/society. Even with a number of methods available for birth control available to both sexes. So we have countless single moms and deadbeat dads to the detriment of both civilization and any vestiges of morality. Among a few other detriments over the decades since our wunnerful Sexual Revolution.
“If the ‘donor’ has responsibility, doesn’t he also have rights?”
Yes. But we’ve opened up a whole Pandora’s Box of stuff now; do actual sperm donors have any rights? Or aren’t they required to sign those away? Do surrogate mothers have any rights? Is it a wunnerful thing or not that homosexual pairs are able to adopt children? What about members of a fundie Prod or musloid or wacky Catholic cult? Wiccans? Aztec revivalists? Worshipers of Moloch? Doesn’t it seem wrong that among the most vocal supporters of abortion and birth control over the years have been rich white men?
I grew up in the small-town New England 1950s-60s and we didn’t have any of this stuff going on (at least nowhere the extent it goes on today) and I look around now and see, daily, utter disaster among families, and the “culture” at large. Birth control, the “sexual revolution,” feminism, multi-culturalism, “civil unions,” homosexual “marriages” recognized and applauded by the State and media, and now the agitprop operators and grievance pimps and whores are making noises about pedophilia, incest, and bestiality being A-OK.
Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind.
There is no such thing as real fairness and truth is a fairy tale. There is no way to justify the existence of anyone in Obuttwad’s administration or appointees. The LGBTXYZ folks are being used, well actually they have been used for decades as have the the people whose color shall not be mentioned and the welfare queens and sperm donors of all shades.
http://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2016/06/19/lynch_partial_transcript_of_orlando_911_calls_will_have_references_to_isis_cut_out.html
On another note, Scott Adams has an interesting post today:
http://blog.dilbert.com/post/146157026376/how-to-un-hypnotize-a-rabid-anti-trumper
He has provided a peak at who he really supports when he is in the closet. To save his butt he has to put a “Hillary” front, as I believe many people are doing.
“The LGBTXYZ folks are being used, well actually they have been used for decades as have the the people whose color shall not be mentioned and the welfare queens and sperm donors of all shades.”
Of course. The smarter ones among them all eventually grok that.
“…Lynch_partial_transcript_of_orlando_911_calls_will_have_references_to_isis_cut_out”
Of course. The gummint commissars will only release the info they think we should have, if even that. And it’s probably all lies, and there is no doubt in my ex-military mind that they could have tampered with the recordings meanwhile and done some creative “editing” of the scumbag’s chatter.
“On another note, Scott Adams has an interesting post today…”
Yep, that WAS pretty interesting. I should try those techniques on Mrs. OFD and Princess soon. They can’t stand Cankles but they can’t stand Trump, either; they, of course, wanted to feel the Bern. Which is kaput now, and he’ll have to toe the Party line for Cankles henceforth. Old Bolshie douchenozzle that he is. Sorry, Bernie; we ain’t havin’ none o’ your “democratic socialism” anytime soon here. We got us a corporate fascist oligarchy and we aim to keep it.
OFD is sticking with restricting my voting participation to the local town meeting issues, like moving the highway department garage and building a new salt shed and making local morons get the huge piles of junk off their lawns. (Do they have a “right” to pile up shit on their front lawns in plain view of the street? Maybe. But it also drives down property values of everyone else and presents a health and safety hazard, so THERE!) Wanna pile up a ton of junk on yer lawn? Move out to the far sticks, where they have to pipe daylight in and no one gives a fuck.
From the Laugh-Track Department:
http://thepeoplescube.com/peoples-blog/what-is-is-like-to-fire-a-bb-gun-t18065.html
And from the Not So Funny Department:
http://freedomoutpost.com/la-film-festival-winner-glorifies-sex-with-a-dolphin-video/
Let’s make it legal nationwide! Oh wait–are animals capable of “consent?”
If so, what about…….corpses???
If so, what about…….corpses???
Don’t get me started!
Go ahead and start: you don’t have to talk. You can use either both hands to type or the usual hunt-and-peck two-finger method while your mouth is crammed full of toasted no-knead bread slathered with thick gobs of butter and peanut butter. Hope you got something to wash that down with….
I propose that anyone inclined to have sex with a corpse be encouraged to do so as much as he (or possibly she, but most likely he) can manage… to keep him from inflicting us with his presence or, god forbid, his sexual attentions.
If so, what about…….corpses???
Probably more responsive than some wives I have heard about. Plus they never complain. I also think KY is mandatory.
I also think KY is mandatory.
It’s so hot here the zombies are desiccated. Bring on the lube! Lamar Odom is back in town.
“Lamar Odom is back in town.”
Oh boy! That means Khloe must be available again! Woooooeeeee!
“Probably more responsive than some wives I have heard about.”
And girlfriends.
“Plus they never complain.”
Well, there is that. Plus you can dress them up however you are so inclined.
Hot? Yeah. Mid-80s here today and ‘sposed to hit 91 tomorrow. That is WAY too hot for OFD. But I will cowboy up and finish planting all the stuff Mrs. OFD wanted planted and even mow the lawn if that neighbor kid ain’t around to do it. Once certain items arrive here, I’ll be working on the rear perimeter area, with ground cover, kayak and canoe racks and cradles, hanging pallet tool rack, fencing, security lights, and some other amusing little devices for pesky ratfuckers that don’t belong anywhere near here, like the ones who broke into the Bay Store on the corner the other night, caught on security cam tape. Punk-ass mofos grabbing ciggies and booze. They just cave the glass in and crawl through the hole; same thing they’d do busting into houses.
Well, our dawg is dumb as the day is long but he barks if there’s any chit going on around the house and yard or the street out front, and anyone caving in the doors or windows here is gonna piss me off a LOT.
Earlier this afternoon I heard a big crash noise; turned out to be a motor vehicle collision on the stretch of curve behind us, at the town park entrance driveway. I couldn’t see any of it through our green screen of trees, but I did notice lots of waddling Murkan derps running as fast as their fat little legs could carry them from the cream-ee stand to the site. While holding onto their cream-ees and ciggies. They clearly weren’t rushing to help but merely hoping to catch a glimpse of major damage with body parts and blood in the street. No doubt some of them also took selfies. About ten minutes later the cop cars got there; luckily no one was hurt or they coulda just bled out there while derps took selfies with them.
Just remembered something I commented on a few years ago.
Gee whiz, Mr. SteveF, you really DO think outside the BOX!
I bet peeps think we’re either totally wack or just joking and that this sorta thing “could never happen here.”
And I’m guessing it already has/is and all it will take is a few siggies on some legal docs somewhere, sometime, and it will be a done deal, along with incest, pedophilia and bestiality. (since it’s apparently already been established that young childrens’ consent is not necessary) (Hey, read up on and watch vids of Afghan and Turkish troops mass-raping young boys, see how it’s done…) (while our troops are forced to back off and say or do nothing)
luckily no one was hurt or they coulda just bled out there while derps took selfies with them
Unless there are some fairly strong good Samaritan laws helping anyone that is not in immediate danger of dying or in real danger it is best left to professionals. You may get sued and probably suffer money loss. Anytime someone is in an accident they sometimes get one of the daytime advertising lawyers (Turn Your Wreck into a Check) with the lawyer looking to scrape money from anyone.
Case in point was my brother who worked for the state of California doing road maintenance. On one particular stretch he and his crew of four witnessed a bad single car accident, people ejected. They, being what they thought was the responsible thing to do, attempted to help the people. Stopping bleeding, covering wounds, removing parts of the car from one individual. One of the people died.
My brother and his crew got sued by one family because they rendered aid but were not certified paramedics and had no medical training thus causing “extensive, life long suffering”. Such aid if it had not been rendered the person would have died. I guess in that case any life long suffering would have been short.
They then got sued by the other family of the person that died because the family said my brother and his crew did not render enough aid. My brother stated the person was dead when they arrived but apparently that was irrelevant to the family.
Fortunately for them the state took over their defense. The outcome was in their favor. Had they not had the state they would have been out thousands in legal fees.
My brother then vowed that if he ever witnessed another accident, or came upon another accident, he would turn his machine around and go the other direction.
That’s my position, too. Note, though, that some states have “duty to assist” or “bad samaritan” laws requiring bystanders to provide aid or at least notify “authorities”.
The derps I saw were clearly not cognizant of any samaritan laws or duty this or duty that; they just wanted to see some fucking wreckage on a sunny day with blue skies by the bay. While enjoying their ersatz ice cream and ciggies and playing with their fucking pixels. Scum. There’s a reason we call this the Redneck Riviera in the summertime.
There were plenty of peeps around and the 911 calls had clearly been made, although ten minutes seems long for the huckleberries to get there; I suppose they might have had to come from across the town through summer traffic and it’s hard to hear the sirens when your earbuds are blasting wigga shit and difficult to notice the blue lights when you’re busy texting inane bullshit with other retards.
But my first instinct if I see life-threatening injuries, wounds or attacks or whatever, is to intervene, and I DO have the emergency med training and cert and am a former huckleberry myself and soldier. And we know lawyers and judges.
Mrs. OFD sez it’s very hot and very humid in Norman, OK tonight, and she can hear the thunder rumbling; last night her power got knocked out for a few minutes.
I’m watching Season 3 of “Peaky Blinders” on Netflix. But during the day I gotta haul some ass around here.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, my first inclination is to leap to assist, whether it’s to pull someone from a wrecked car, to provide first aid, to fish someone out of the ocean, to provide a jump-start, or to curb-stomp a group of teens hassling an unwary woman. And I have gotten a fair amount of first aid and other life-saving training, both the military kind and the Red Cross kind, and I’ve used it for real – CPR, a tourniquet, hauling a girl out of the ocean (against the outgoing tide; I barely made it), splinting breaks, and carrying an unconscious man to where he could be picked up (there are disadvantages to being big and strong and the youngest one in the group; on the plus side the Green Berets said I passed the team’s hazing).
It’s my policy to not provide aid. Oh, I’ll offer jump starts and minor roadside vehicular assistance (my car has a 40-pound toolbox, a hydraulic jack, an air pump, and a crate of fluids) but I’m not interested in being sued for any claimed imperfections in my assistance and I’m not interested in being again threatened by some stupid pig who doesn’t bother to find out what’s happening before drawing his pistol.
There’s also my policy of letting stupid people die, for the benefit of the species. A young man showing off on water skis and getting bashed in the head by the boom of a sailboat deserves to drown. (And the motor boat operator deserves to have his legs broken for passing that close to a sailboat, but that’s a separate issue.) A young woman so full of empowerment as to let herself be trapped in an alley at night by a youth gang probably deserves to be beaten and gang raped. (Though the one time I saw it about to happen, I did in fact kill the rambunctious youths. Curse my inability to adhere to my policy!)
I gotta say: if I ever see one of our local cretins driving his pickup or snowmobile out onto dangerous ice, I’m just gonna watch. Fuck ’em. Every year this happens up here; I wonder if it’s the same in other northern states during the winters or is it just ’cause we have more than our share of morons??
My first experience with”Bob’s your uncle” came in the 90s after we had moved to Nottingham in the UK. A colleague was describing a process and ended with”and Bob’s your uncle”. I looked astounded. “How did you know that?” I asked.
Bob was my favourite uncle till he passed last year. He had fought in the Italian campaign and told us several memorable stories. He was an artillery spotter and often had to operate behind German lines. One time he was tracing his comm wire back to find a break when he turned a corner to find 5 German infantry looking down at the wire and away from him. He started to back away but made a noise and they all turned. He raised his little M1 carbine and all five dropped their rifles and threw their hands up. Bob was a linguist and spoke excellent German so they chatted pleasantly till he turned them over to his advanced HQ.
Is this likely true? I can’t believe NY has only 3-4 guns per 1000 people. Obama needs to do more sales work… 🙂
I like the t-shirt “If you know how many guns you own… You don’t own enough guns.”
(If I lived in a gun friendly state I’d limit myself to about half a dozen. And I wouldn’t lose them in the lake.)
EDIT. “For every 1,000 residents in Vermont, there are 6.4 guns. That’s 4,032 registered firearms dispersed among 626,630 people.”
“For every 1,000 residents in California, there are 7.6 guns. That’s 292,877 registered firearms dispersed among 38,332,521 people.”
WTF? Calif has more guns per head than gun friendly Vt?
“According to a 2015 survey conducted by the University of Chicago, 32 percent of all Americans now own guns.”
The real Hillary.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3635882/Hillary-Clinton-called-disabled-children-Easter-egg-hunt-f-ing-ree-tards-referred-Jews-stupid-k-s-Bill-called-Jesse-Jackson-damned-n-r-claims-Bill-s-former-lover.html
Hillary For Prison 2016
BTW, “shared” this on my “buttcrack” page, we’ll see how long before it disappears.
“For every 1,000 residents in Vermont, there are 6.4 guns”
I think that must be a typo. I suspect it’s more like 6.4 guns for every 10 residents.
One thing I do know: the distribution is uneven. Residents of rural areas and states that skew conservative own most of the guns. Residents of urban areas and states that skew prog own very few guns, and a high percentage of those are probably in the hands of the criminal underclass. In big cities and the coasts in general, there are probably entire neighborhoods where almost no one owns a gun.
Conversely, in conservative/rural areas like ours, I’d guess that probably 75%+ of families own at least one gun, and most own several. And they’re much more likely to know how to use them.
OFD wrote:
Let’s make it legal nationwide! Oh wait–are animals capable of “consent?”
Animals are just chattel.
That’s registered firearms, Miles_Teg. Vermont has no state firearms laws and, from my personal knowledge, only haphazard compliance with federal firearms laws. As there is no need to register them, they aren’t registered. I’d guess the majority of Vermont’s registered firearms are the stock of gun dealers and other Federal Firearms License holders.
University of Chicago is prog heaven and actively antigun. Progs are less willing to self report they own guns, and we are not likely to tell a random caller that we do out of suspicion.
Lots of progs own guns, but don’t count themselves, since it’s been in the box since grampa died, or whatever. Or they’re just dishonest like the NYC pol who got busted for gun ownership when he shot at a burglar.
nick
DC was supposed to have the second highest number per head.
The UC stat contradicts the whole article.
None of the guns I own require registration. Thus, they are not registered.
“EDIT. “For every 1,000 residents in Vermont, there are 6.4 guns. That’s 4,032 registered firearms dispersed among 626,630 people.”
Thanks for the warning; I just had to pick myself off the floor from laughing. There are several peeps in this state who own over 1,000 firearms just by themselves. And there are probably more than 4,032 here in town alone; about one for every two peeps.
I’d simply ignore any firearms-related stats published by the governments and universities and media. Plain and simple: they’re always lying.
“The real Hillary.”
Her psychotic antics and violent acts and speech have been known for decades, publicly available, yet half the country is willing to ignore it and blow it off. Roger Stone’s book on the Klintons is a fast read and excellent summary of their depredations while in power and of course all or most of the private life horrors. Princess Chelsea is the next generational manifestation of all that, just like most of the Kennedy and Bush litters.