After Biden’s pardon for his criminal son, Hunter, who under the sun condones this flaunting of power over justice? I can’t count how many times the liar in chief exclaimed that nobody is above the law.
And, for 91 year-old Chuck Grassley…if you believed that traitor Joe wouldn’t pardon his treasonous son, it’s time to hang it up. Get out now!
Davidson’s, one of the nation’s top firearms, ammunition, optics, cutlery, and accessories wholesalers, has received the last shipment of its very limited production run of the exclusive PPK/S “Exquisite”.
This limited production of 1,000 units has been completed after the initial partial shipment sold out quickly. Just in time for the holidays, Davidson’s has received its final inventory of this exclusive and, once they’re gone, they’re gone.
At the time of its invention over 80 years ago, the PPK inspired an entirely new category in the firearm industry, now widely known as the concealed carry pistol. To fill the need for performance in a concealable package, Walther broke the mold of pocket pistols and full-size military pistols to bring undercover officers a more practical and reliable option, the PPK.
The PPK/S maintains the timeless features, essence, and elegance of the original with an additional extended grip allowing for added capacity and improved ergonomics.
Davidson’s pays tribute to the heritage of the PPK and PPK/S with this very special model – the Exquisite. The Exquisite combines fancy-grade Turkish walnut grips with a brushed stainless finish, high-coverage scroll engraving, and 24KT gold appointments including inlays, hammer, trigger, magazine release, and grip screw. All have special serial numbers prefixed with “JB”.
Befitting its elegant status and look, the Exquisite comes packaged in a Walther-branded hardshell foam-fitted case and includes a Certificate of Authenticity.
Anyone who has watched a soccer or Little League game from the bleachers knows they need more comfort and support. A Millennium Sportsline Stadium Seat would be a game-changer for these fans. In the holiday giving season, Stadium Seats make great gifts for relatives and friends who love to come to the games but would enjoy them much more if they could sit comfortably.
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Grandparents and older siblings will appreciate the gift of comfort. Of course, the Stadium Seat isn’t just for kids’ games. It provides a more enjoyable experience at concerts and plays, auto races, and rodeos. The lightweight Stadium Seat folds up for easy portability and doesn’t take up much room in a vehicle or in storage at home. Read more
Show your support for military working dogs with the online purchase of a Vortex™ dog collar November 1st to November 30th, 2024.
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As Biden throws gasoline on the fire of division between the Left and Right, no amount of cover-up or trickery can hide how much he despises millions of Trump supporters. It explains how and why he has used the Department of Justise to hound his adversaries.
Biden’s “corrected” text of the language he used to describe Trump supporters makes no sense. Funny how the person that altered the text, doesn’t know how to use an apostrophe meant to show possession. From my English teacher many years ago, here’s the correct use of the apostrophe: “To show possession of any noun add an apostrophe “s” – except if the noun is plural, just add an apostrophe.”
So, here is someone behind the curtain that, in effect, demonized a single person and not a group of people – all because of the use of the apostrophe. Please explain who this person is.
Here is the language used to spark the controversy:
And just the other day, a speaker at his rally called Puerto Rico a “floating island of garbage.” Well, let me tell you something. I don’t — I — I don’t know the Puerto Rican that — that I know — or a Puerto Rico, where I’m fr- — in my home state of Delaware, they’re good, decent, honorable people. The only garbage I see floating out there is his supporter’s — his — his demonization of Latinos is unconscionable, and it’s un-American. It’s totally contrary to everything we’ve done, everything we’ve been.
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Like millions of people, I watched television in horror, as the folks in North Carolina were reeling from the destruction of Hurricane Helene. In one clip, a woman on the TV news remarked how people were driving by her place taking pictures of victims like they were animals in a zoo. She stated nobody would stop to lend a hand. I realized I was no better than the tourists, as I had done no more than watch the desperate situation that had developed. No roads, no bridges, no communication, no power, which also meant no water – other than the polluted water that covered the landscape.
When our daily newspaper arrived, The Argus-Press of Owosso, Michigan, highlighted Wheeler’s trucking company that was asking for donations to fill a semi-trailer with supplies that were to be transported to the stricken area. My wife and I pitched in with various supplies headed for the South, but it didn’t seem like much of a contribution. They needed people, too!
Franklin Graham was pleading for help, on behalf of Samaritan’s Purse; he was talking to me. Next thing I knew, I had signed up as a volunteer and was eagerly attempting to find accommodations through the volunteer organization but couldn’t seem to make the website cooperate. When I finally called them, I learned they were overwhelmed with people and had no way to put a roof over my head for a few days. However, I was given a phone number of a church contact in Black Mountain. Days passed with no return call, but finally a call from David Dodge of the Grovestone Baptist Church, who had room for me.
I loaded up the Chevy Equinox with supplies and gear then drove over 800 miles through Ohio, West Virginia, and Virginia stopping only for fuel. Arriving at the church, I was led to a stark basement room that was to be my home for a few days. It was perfect for this self-contained outdoorsman with a bathroom adjacent to the room. Although Mr. Dodge indicated there was no running water upon my initial telephone call, not only did they have electricity, but they were able to get running water. And, church members prepared jambalaya and spaghetti dinners for volunteers.
I set up my cot, sleeping bag and pillow and was ready for an overnight recharge, until I was subjected to a foul smell of fuel on my pillow. Apparently, the odor was from an oil lantern that had leaked during transport and I was forced to toss the pillow aside. A rolled-up blanket would suffice.
The next morning, the smell of coffee was in the air and I had a cup, while getting briefed by other volunteers stationed at the church. Strange to the area, I followed two volunteers to a distribution center in Asheville – one of the hardest hit areas anywhere.
Medical Supplies Arrive
Already, a large group of volunteers – including police from Raleigh – were organizing for the day’s events. Many would remain at the site of a large Harley Davidson’s motorcycle dealership that had been flooded out of business and converted to a center to receive and distribute supplies. Also, on hand were cadaver dogs and their handlers, shortly to be joined by a contingent of U.S. Army personnel for recovery efforts and on-site help with supplies. This gathering would become my worksite for the next two days.
People from the area and beyond would show up with their donations that had to be sorted and placed in large corrugated cardboard boxes called Gaylord boxes, while other were there to haul these life-saving items to their particular destinations. Even though there were ample people to help, it became obvious to me that clutter from emptied boxes and storage tubs had to be managed or everyone would be tripping over the discarded containers. I found my lot in the confusion by breaking down boxes and stacking the folded cardboard out of the way, along with myriad plastic tubs and bags used to bring supplies to the site.
The mountain of goods had to be sorted, so that orders from victims could be filled quickly. The Gaylord boxes, which each held approximately 65 cubic feet of food and gear, had to be filled with specifics in each box to expedite delivery by helicopters and ground vehicles. On hand was all manner of canned goods, clothing, sleeping gear, tents, generators, chain saws, fuel, water and medical items and so forth.
I spoke to several people loading supplies into personal vehicles to be shuttled to mountainous areas. One group had a most beaten-up pickup truck and had loaded many cases of bottled water and towed a large trailer being stocked with generators and fuel. The men were from Michigan and were supplying folks in higher elevations. One may think of North Carolina as being in a relatively warm environment, but one of the Michiganders noted that it had snowed the night before. It was no mystery why cold-weather clothing was needed. In addition, the volunteer mentioned that their tent camp amid mountain residents had consumed some 300 gallons of fuel just to keep warm the day before!
By my second day on the ground effort, I spoke to a young lady named Rae, who was one of the cadaver dog handlers and learned that the distribution center was going to be vacated and moved to another area. She was shut down as were other dog handlers.
Cadaver dog handler, Rae
Eventually, we ran out of wood pallets and Gaylord boxes and were left with piles of goods that remained on site in a heaping mess. Goods were not going out fast enough, as piles continued to grow. For the record, I worked shoulder-to-shoulder with the military personnel and to a person they were all exceedingly polite and willing to work for the cause. I’ve never been called “Sir” so many times in my life!
I’ll not show pictures or videos of the devastation encountered in my travels, because anyone can see for themselves the carnage through YouTube and other sites. However, help will be needed for years before the new normal becomes reality.
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Last-minute preparations are underway for my plan to head to the South to lend a hand in the effort to help folks survive the elements thrust upon them by Hurricane Helene. I’m leaving my computer behind, so there’ll be no postings to this site until I return. When that is, will have to be determined only after working my way into the mix, whatever that means.
I’ve been fortunate to have lined up a contact and a shelter, after initially signing up with Samaritan’s Purse; however, I couldn’t arrange for accommodations with them, but their personnel directed me to two churches in Black Mountain, NC and the Black Rock Baptist Church answered the call. The pastor says there’s no running water, but that’s a familiar setting for this experienced outdoorsman.
With that in mind, I’ve meticulously checked off items on my camping list, – Yes, I am a believer in lists. My 22 year-old GMC pickup truck simply cannot be relied upon for such a mission, so I will pack as much as I can into a Chevy Equinox. That rear area is more than one would think, but with the seats down, it makes for a great cargo area. I’ve already staged myriad equipment and supplies in the garage, and it will be interesting to learn if it’ll all fit.
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Last-minute preparations are underway for my plan to head to the South to lend a hand in the effort to help folks survive the elements thrust upon them by Hurricane Helene. I’m leaving my computer behind, so there’ll be no postings to this site until I return. When that is, will have to be determined only after working my way into the mix, whatever that means.
I’ve been fortunate to have lined up a contact and a shelter, after initially signing up with Samaritan’s Purse; however, I couldn’t arrange for accommodations with them, but their personnel directed me to two churches in Black Mountain, NC and the Black Rock Baptist Church answered the call. The pastor says there’s no running water, but that’s a familiar setting for this experienced outdoorsman.
With that in mind, I’ve meticulously checked off items on my camping list, – Yes, I am a believer in lists. My 22 year-old GMC pickup truck simply cannot be relied upon for such a mission, so I will pack as much as I can into a Chevy Equinox. That rear area is more than one would think, but with the seats down, it makes for a great cargo area. I’ve already staged myriad equipment and supplies in the garage, and it will be interesting to learn if it’ll all fit.
Van Wunderlich of Demorest, Georgia passed away Tuesday, October 8th with his son, Jon, at his side. He was my uncle and served in the Army Air Force during World War II as a ball turret gunner on the B-17. Born January 1924 he was the younger brother of my late father, Roy. Here is a short video of Van feeding wild trout in Georgia on my visit there some three years ago. Rest in peace, Uncle Van.