Author: Derek

It Looks Like It’s Time For Another Donation to SAF

What a weekend! DC has suddenly become a lot more gun friendly. At least until the opposition has time to catch their breath and start filing appeals.

Saturday – Palmer V DC

In light of Heller, McDonald, and their progeny, there is no longer any basis on which this Court can conclude that the District of Columbia’s total ban on the public carrying of ready-to-use handguns outside the home is constitutional under any level of scrutiny. Therefore, the Court finds that the District of Columbia’s complete ban on the carrying of handguns in public is unconstitutional. Accordingly, the Court grants Plaintiffs’ motion for summary judgment and enjoins Defendants from enforcing the home limitations of D.C. Code § 7-2502.02(a)(4) and enforcing D.C. Code § 22-4504(a) unless and until such time as the District of Columbia adopts a licensing mechanism consistent with constitutional standards enabling people to exercise their Second Amendment right to bear arms.4 Furthermore, this injunction prohibits the District from completely banning the carrying of handguns in public for self-defense by otherwise qualified non-residents based solely on the fact that they are not residents of the District.

From Alan Gura’s blog.

And if that wasn’t enough, Sunday we get word that DC Police leadership has sent down new guidance to its officers. Emily Miller tweets:

STUNNING DEVELOPMENT: DC Police Chief Lanier just told force not to arrest a person who can legally carry a gun in DC or any state.

I almost called into work so that I could drive up to DC and do a victory walk around the Mall while carrying my sidearm.

H/t Miguel and John

The Beginning of a Centennial…

On this day, 100 years ago, the Austrian-Hungarians invaded Serbia and kicked off a war that would cost over 17 million lives.

It would change the world in almost every way. Empires would give way to new nations. New technologies would be debuted. New words would enter the lexicon.

World War I would also pave the way for the costliest conflict this world has ever seen because of the short-sightedness of the victors.

Monday Fiction – Avalon Chapter 10

Erik

Something was wrong. Erik couldn’t lay his finger on what, but his instincts were telling him something was going on with his captors. Erik stood up from the bed. His sides still hurt, but his head hurt more. Worse, he felt the craving for whatever drug his captors had been pumping into him. The loss made him feel weak and shaky. With some effort, Erik pushed all of his physical problems to the back of his mind and focused. Something going wrong for his captors could be his chance to escape.

His captors had annoyingly stripped the room of anything that would have made a quick weapon. Erik yanked on the sheets of the bed. They were hard stuck on the bed, but the top sheet finally pulled free. Erik started twisting the sheet into a tight rope. Whoever came through that door next, he was going to blast and then strangle. If he was lucky, it would be Nao.

The door clicked open. Erik crouched near the bed, ready to pounce. As the man walked through the door, Erik’s eyes went wide. At the man’s waist was the inscribed scabbard of Far’ling. Instead of the push he’d been readying, Erik grabbed the hilt with his power and yanked. The room seemed to light up as the silvery elf blade flew into Erik’s waiting hands. The man was moving with that same blinding speed, but he slammed into Erik’s shield. With one swift motion, Erik lunged. The sword easily slid into the man’s chest. There was a look of surprise on the man’s face, then he burst into flame. A second later, a pile of ash was left on the floor. All except Far’ling‘s scabbard.

Damn, Erik thought, I was at least hoping to get his clothes. He picked up Far’ling‘s scabbard and shook off the ash. Erik slipped out the door into the dark hallway.


Anne

Anne tapped her foot impatiently as the man worked on the electronic lock. She knew he was working as fast as he could. Nagging him or riding his shoulder wasn’t going to make it happen any faster. Anne had no idea how Samantha was managing to stay so calm as they waited to gain entrance into the Riverside Colosseum. Originally built as part of the Riverside Revitalization Project, it was hoped the Colosseum would lure at least a minor league hockey team to the city. Like most of the revitalization project, that plan had gone down in flames. Now, it was a half-decent concert location.

“Got it,” Nigel said, and the door opened. Nigel and his partner John joined up with the team on Lady Maritza’s orders. In addition to her two spies, Lady Maritza had also sent along gear and weapons. The team was now armored and carrying the stubby Russian assault rifles the Avalonians seemed to favor. Well, all except for Veronica. She had some sort of blocky submachine gun strapped to her armor, but no one expected her to shoot much. Kurt and Nigel were the first through the doors with Jason and John right behind them. Veronica came next with Anne and Samantha covering the team’s rear.

The backstage corridors were dark. Exit and a few emergency lights provided little globes of light. Anne flipped down the nightvision monocle attached to her helmet. The hallway turned to an odd mix of light greens and blacks as her eyes melded the two images.

“We’ve got some blood here,” Nigel reported, crouching some ten feet into the corridor. “Looks relatively fresh and heading down that corridor.” He pointed to a hallway that branched off to the right.

“Could be the one I winged,” Jason said. “Let’s follow, but cautiously. If he’s waiting for us, he could be among us before we realized it.”

“I’ve got something for that,” Veronica said.

“Assuming he doesn’t take you out first,” Jason replied. “I would.” The group followed the blood trail. They were maybe fifteen feet down the hallway when Anne heard running footsteps from behind. Anne stopped and turned. Running footsteps? Vampires moved too fast for that. Anne hoped it wasn’t a security guard. Things could get ugly fast.

Check it out with Samantha, Jason said over the telepathic link. If it’s a guard, flash the badge, and make up a story. We’ll move up a bit and try to stay out of sight. Anne and Samantha crept back down to the corner.

Are you sure it’s a human? Samantha asked. I can’t hear any thoughts. Anne brought the wire stock of the assault rifle to her shoulder and slid out into the corridor. The next thing she knew, Anne was on her back and dazzled by a brilliant light that lit up the corridors. Anne rolled to get up. Whatever had just hit her packed a punch.

YOU’RE WEARING HER FACE, NOW?” Erik’s voice screamed. Anne scrambled up and dashed over to Samantha. Erik had her pinned to the wall with one hand around her neck and that magic sword of his less than inch from Samantha’s eye. Samantha was frozen in fear. “It was bad enough when you wore Anya’s face now, but Samantha’s as well? I’m going to enjoy this.”

ERIK STOP!” Anne yelled. Erik paused, but didn’t lessen his grip on Samantha or his sword. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Erik half-turned and glanced at Anne. A confused look spread across his face. The sword fell from his hand and clattered on the concrete floor. It was at that point that Anne realized Erik was naked. Very naked.

“I thought you were now,” Erik said, looking at Samantha in horror. The women traded confused glances. Erik sank to the floor and held his sides. At that point, the others stormed up to them. Veronica immediately rushed to Erik’s side. Her hands glowed blue for a moment.

“”We need to get him out of here now,” Veronica said, “He’s banged up bad and there’s something else running around inside of him.”

“What about the other vampires?” Nigel asked.

“All gone,” Erik said in a raspy, pained voice, “They all left with now.” Anne and Samantha traded worried looks.

“Let’s get him out of here and back to the apartments,” Anne said, “We’ll figure out where the vampires went from there.”

Friday Quote – Patrick Henry

We should not forget the spark that ignited the American Revolution was caused by the British attempt to confiscate the firearms of the colonists.

Patrick Henry

Governments confiscate arms for their safety, not the citizenry’s.

And You Wonder Why We Can’t Take You Seriously

A collection of 130 environmental groups say that the world needs to end “the current hegemonic capitalist system.”

In a somewhat humorous twist, this claim was issued in “The Margarita Report.”

I will admit to believing in climate change, and even that humanity has played a role in it. Empirical evidence has shown it’s not been quite the radical increase that most of these groups have been shrilly screaming about, but there’s been some.

Now, let’s for a moment assume that all of their claims about climate change are true and we do face a global catastrophe. What will produce the technologies needed to reduce carbon emissions, or possibly even reverse the effects? Which economic system has been responsible for developing a high tech industry base?

To those groups who wrote this Margarita Report: be quiet, grow ups are talking.

Why Minorities Need to be Armed

Because you never know when trouble is going to be spurred up against you. Also, that the police may not be there to help you when all hell breaks loose.

One account:

Congregants watched in horror as protestors – many armed with knives, axes and broken bottles – stormed the building. The synagogue’s security guards rushed to keep out the intruders. For a few long moments, they fought alone; five sustained light injuries. Then they were relieved by police.

The battle outside raged for hours. Another nearby synagogue was pelted with stones. “So we closed the synagogue and we asked everybody to stay inside until everything would be okay,” Monsieur Benhaim said. He heard the mob outside “all the time singing ‘Allah Akbar’ and ‘Kill the Jews’ – if you can call that a song.” Congregants were particularly concerned that police secure a nearby metro station, to stop them being attacked as they and their families made their way home at night.

(Emphasis mine)

Whether you support Israel or Hamas in the current conflict, can we agree that looting and burning of people’s homes, businesses, and places of worship is wrong?

Now, compare what happened in France to what happened when Korean business owners took up arms to protect their businesses during the 1992 Los Angeles riots.

By the end of the day storeowners had slain four looters and fended off the mob. It would be 24 more hours until the National Guard arrived and another two days before the riots were completely put down.

This is why I say the right to self-defense, and by extension, the right to own arms to exercise self-defense, is a human right.

Metal Tuesday – Godsmack – Voodoo

I first heard this song when I was helping my mom deliver papers. The local hard-rock/metal station was running their “Pay-For-Play” weekend, where folks donated money to a charity for their songs to be played. Interesting song to listen to while bagging and throwing papers.

About a year or so ago, Michael Bane used it as the intro on his “Downrange Radio” podcast. I listen to my podcasts at 2-3x so I can try and get them listened to in a reasonable time. Hearing this song at 3x was a hoot.

And now, Godsmack’s “Voodoo”:

Lyrics in the YouTube video.

Letters of Marque Against Cyber-Pirates

Via Joe, by way of Sebastian, comes this article proposing that Congress issue Letters of Marque to private(er) counter-hackers and pirates.

Long quote from the article:

According to the National Counterintelligence Executive, “tens of billions of dollars of trade secrets, technology and intellectual property are being siphoned each year from the computer systems of U.S. government agencies, corporations and research institutions.” According to the Chinese government, the Chinese government isn’t involved. The Chinese hackers are operating beyond national boundaries, floating around on the high seas of the Internet. If they are working, as China says, without government sanction, I say that makes them pirates. We, the people, are equipped to deal with pirates.

Article 1, Section 8 of the U.S. Constitution enumerates the powers of Congress, which include the powers “to define and punish Piracies” and to “grant Letters of Marque and Reprisal.”

Letters of marque and reprisal are writs issued by governments for private organizations to attack enemies, and to respond to attacks, without direct government oversight. They’re thought of as creating privateers — government-sanctioned pirates. But strictly, a letter of marque permits a merchant ship to arm and defend itself against attacks from warships, privateers, and pirates. And in the process, take prizes.

Sounds like an idea whose time has come!

Monday Fiction – Avalon Chapter 9

Anne

“So why did that spell burn my hands?” Anne asked Veronica as the two searched around the hotel room’s desk.

“You didn’t have a circle set to absorb the excess from slinging the spell,” Veronica answered.

“Yeah, but I’ve seen you sling spells without a circle,” Anne said.

“There are formal and informal circles,” Veronica explained, “The formal circles are stronger and can act as barriers as well as protect you from the excess. Informal circles are kind of mental techniques to help divert the excess, but they take longer to learn. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to set a formal circle, much less try to teach you how to form an informal circle.” Veronica stopped searching for a moment and gave Anne a hard look. “That’s why you need to start taking our lessons more seriously. You’re going to need to be able to sling spells on your own. Especially if you have to go up against something like that vampire.”

Okay, Veronica, I get the message,” Anne said, “I’ll make sure to set aside more time for your sessions.”

“Then I guess the burned hand does teach best,” Veronica said, with just the barest hint of humor. Anne gave the small dark woman a flat look.

“If you two are done gossiping, I think we’ve found something,” Jason said. He hoisted a black gym bag onto the bed. Reaching in, he pulled out two laminated cards on yellow lanyards. Anne picked up one of the cards.

“Why do two vampires have crew ID’s for the Mia Gold tour?” Anne asked.

“Stolen?” Veronica suggested.

“Nope. The names on the cards match the names on the ID’s the vampires were using when they checked in,” Jason said, consulting his phone. He tapped the screen a few more times. “They were on the tour’s list of visas when they came into the country. The tour manager is staying upstairs. Maybe we should go talk to him and see when these two were picked up.”

“That sounds like an excellent next step,” Samantha said, “Kurt and Veronica will stay here to continue to search, and then clean up as best they can. The three of us will go up and have a chat with this tour manager.”

“Maybe I should go as well,” Kurt protested. Anne walked over and gave Kurt a quick kiss. He looked down at her as if unsure what to do next. It was actually kind of endearing on his handsome face.

“Relax, I’ll be fine,” Anne said. “We’ll be careful, but I need you to find out where that vampire’s partner is. It might be where they’re holding Erik.” Kurt grimaced but nodded. Anne gave him another quick kiss on the cheek and left the room with Jason and Samantha. Veronica’s magical shields had held up because the trio didn’t have to deal with any curious bystanders as they made their way to the elevators.

“Anne, do you think starting up a relationship with Schneider is a smart idea?” Jason asked quietly.

“Shut up Jason,” Anne snapped.

“What? You’re the one who decided to kiss him in the middle of an operation,” Jason said, defensively.

“Be quiet, the pair of you,” Samantha snapped. Anne and Jason looked over at the Avalonian. “This is neither the time nor place to be holding that particular conversation. After we manage to deal with this particular menace, the pair of you can talk about it until your eyes bleed.” Jason gave Samantha an incredulous look, which she ignored. The trio didn’t speak again until they reached the tour manager’s room. Jason moved to the left of the door, while Anne and Samantha stayed to the right.

I’m not hearing anything, Samantha said, He’s either a vampire or not in his room.

Since I just heard some movement, let’s go with vampire, Jason said, Suppressors on ladies. Each drew out a long thin cylinder and screwed it to the muzzles of their pistols. We go in and shoot anything that moves. Easier to search the room for intelligence than try to capture a vampire for questioning. The two women nodded. Jason inserted the keycard and kicked the door open before storming into the room. Anne and Samantha followed closely. Samantha was wrong. There wasn’t a vampire in the room. There were two vampires in the room. Anne recognized one as the other vampire from the murder scene. The other looked like the picture of the tour manager. There was the barest instant where everyone was frozen in place.

Jason opened fire as the two vampires blurred with motion. The sharp tik-tik-tik of his suppressed pistol was barely louder than the cracking of the glass behind the two vampires. Anne was twisting to bring her pistol to bear on one of the vampires. The tour manager materialized between Anne and Samantha. The vampire kicked Samantha hard enough to launch her into the wall. The telepathic network flickered as Samantha crumpled to the ground. Anne brought up her pistol, but the vampire was already gone.

The other vampire screamed as two of Jason’s bullets landed. Anne instinctively spun to the sound. She realized her mistake an instant too late. She felt the tour manager’s iron grip clamp on her gun hand. Anne yelled out in pain and let go of her Glock. Her arm was wrenched violently behind her back as the tour’s manager wrapped around her chest like a metal band. The tour manager yelled commands at the wounded vampire in some Eastern European language. The wounded vampire flashed through the hotel room’s large window. Jason spun to bring the pistol on the tour manager.

“Let her go,” Jason commanded.

“You must be stupid,” the tour manager said, “Soon, the remaining members of my clan will be here. They will tear you limb from limb, and that little one trying to sneak up on me. Come back into view, or I will break this one.” Anne yelped in pain as the tour manager tightened his grip on her arm.

“We’ll see who gets here first,” Jason said, “Your clan members, or the Homeland Security agents I called in when we dealt with the one downstairs. I’m betting on the feds.” The tour manager laughed.

“You do not have federal agents here,” the tour manager said, “Especially not that can deal with my clan members. I don’t know how you killed Karlo, but he was just one. How will you deal with eight more?”

“Ambush always works well,” Kurt said from the doorway. Anne couldn’t see him, but she knew the look on his face from just the sound of his voice. Emotionless, cold, and fully fixed on the job. “Let her go.”

“So, you’ve me surrounded?” the tour manager asked. Then he whispered into Anne’s ear. “Well, then, might as well find out why your blood is so important to the gazda.” There was pain as the vampire bit into her neck. Then, a flash of heat covered her back, and she heard the vampire scream. Anne felt the vampire’s grip on her vanish. She spun and saw a pile of ash.

“What happened?” Anne asked, holding her hand to her neck. It didn’t feel like it was bleeding too bad. The others were staring at her in shock.

“He went up like flash paper the moment he sunk his fangs into you,” Jason said. “Did you sling a spell?”

“No,” Anne and Veronica chorused. Anne cleared her throat and continued. “I have no idea what the hell just happened. Although, it makes sense now why the vampires would be looking for me. If I can do that when they try to suck my blood…” She let her voice trail off.

“Where did the other one go?” Kurt asked.

“I thought you would know,” Jason said, “I thought you knew a bunch of languages.”

“Not Serbian,” Kurt said. Jason cocked his head and pulled out his phone. He tapped furiously for a few seconds. Kurt came up next to Anne.

“Do you need anything?” Kurt asked in a soft voice.

“That wasn’t the question I was expecting,” Anne said, a nervous chuckle escaping. She felt her cheeks warm in slight embarrassment.

“Asking if you were good would be foolish, with what just happened” Kurt said, “Far more important to find out what you need.”

“I need to find out what the hell is going on, and I need to find Erik,” Anne answered.

“We will do that,” Kurt said. The words were strangely comforting coming from him.

“Sonuvabitch,” Jason growled. Everyone was slightly taken aback. Jason rarely swore. “Eric’s at the Riverside Colosseum. We need to hurry. That pile of ash told the other to gather the others and eliminate the prisoner.”

Friday Quote – Edmundo Mireles Jr.

You have to be mentally prepared for a possible violent confrontation. I can say with some authority that if you give up, if you lay down to die, than that is exactly what will happen. You will die.

FBI Special Agent Edmundo Mireles, Jr., participant in the 1986 FBI Miami Shootout

This was one of the lessons repeated at my MAG-20 class. You may be in severe pain, physically and mentally exhausted, but you must continue the fight. If you stop fighting before the bad guy, you will lose, and you will die.