Although there was a lot of good information from the speakers, there were a few that just turned me off. I realize that the base of the gun rights movement is the stereotypical mature, white, Christian conservative male, and that the speakers pissing me off were probably very good for that demographic. That said, that demographic is shrinking as more and more new shooters come into the community.
I’ll post on the panels more as go over my notes.
What did surprise me was the number of people I met while Kenn and I were smoking our cigars. We met a lot of the Florida Carry group. We also met with Paul Lathrop Raquel Okyay from the Politics and Guns podcast. I found out that Raquel is from my neck of the woods, and we both share a burning hatred of Hillsborough County Sheriff David Gee. Kenn even talked to a couple of the guys from Madison Rising.
I swear, if I get to go to another of these, I’m starting a smoking lounge.
Listening to the political panelists and I’m really thinking of taking a tally of current election memes. Like “this is the most important election in our lifetime,” “my parent/grandparent came to America for a better life”, and all of the religious appeals. All of which works fine for many of the attendees.
The problem is those approaches do more than just not work for me, they repulse me. Using those means that you are trying to make an emotional appeal rather than a logical one.
This is really just me playing with the panorama feature of my phone.
Here’s the GRPC ballroom before most of the people came in:
This is it with some of the attendees:
One of the nice things about coming to the GRPC is the sheer amount of literature that is provided. Let me make this clear, I am very grateful for what they have given me just for coming. Still, for someone who has been working hard on transitioning from dead tree to ebooks, the stack was a little frustrating.
That’s the stack of books next to my iPad. A whole stack of ebooks is a hell of a lot easier to haul around than a bunch of tattooed dead trees.
Day One was mostly me getting to meet people. I met up with Kenn, which is always a blast.
I met with Katy Jackson of Kornered Kat fame, and she is just as nice as you can want.
I met with John Richardson and his “Complimentary Spouse.” They were gracious enough to let me hang around them and introduced me to several others.
All in all, they went out of their way to make me feel like one of the family for my first GRPC.
And Madison Rising rocks!
I have it on good authority that Otis McDonald has been admitted to the hospital in Chicago. My thoughts and best wishes for him and his family.
So I managed to make it into the hotel, which was a bit onerous. GPS’s are great tools, but mine decided I arrived when I crossed onto the airport.
I can see why people are concerned about carrying here. The hotel is literally above the terminal. I’m actually typing this out on a little balcony that overlooks one of the terminals. I’m good as long as I stay in the hotel. One escalator ride, and I’m committing a felony.
Here’s a pic from my balcony using Apple’s new panorama feature:
Going down to the floor is forbidden while I have all my toys.
I managed to meet up with Kenn Blanchard of the Urban Shooter podcast. I’ll probably be hanging out with him a lot of the time. Now to find a place to smoke cigars.
“That which does not kill us has made a tactical error.”
Howard Tayler, author of Schlock Mercenary
“If someone tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back.”
Malcolm Reynolds, Firefly
These two quotes pretty much describe my attitude to someone who is going to do violence to me.
BTW, if you’re not reading *Schlock Mercenary”, shame on you!
In Chapter 27, Jim wakes up in a hospital after the fight with the zombies. A woman from Jim’s past is waiting for him to wake up. Before they can really talk, Mateo walks in wanting answers from Jim.
Narrator: Kenn Blanchard
Story: Derek Ward
This episode was originally broadcast on the Urban Shooter podcast.
Note: In the early episodes, I hadn’t figured out the numbering scheme. So the part/chapter numbers on the audio may not match the post title.
So this summer one of my friends gave me this:
So now I have a fake land mine to play with. There was real temptation to put it out front when the lawn guy showed up. Or when the Jehovah’s Witnesses are running around the neighborhood.
Now, I remember getting the mine as such:
My brother and I are at his house awaiting our friend so we could go see Dark Knight Rising. Friend comes in and holds up fake mine.
Me: “Cool, a land mine.”
Brother: “I don’t know what is more disturbing, that (Friend) has a land mine or that my brother knows what it is.”
My brother has since informed me that me recollection of the event was faulty. I don’t give a damn. My story is better, and that’s all that counts. Maybe. I think. Damn.