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Huh

It appears that I spent 22 years in the military just so I could afford to buy lumber. Who knew?

Heard over the 1MC

Now for the information of all hands:

TANSTAAFL

MYOB

That is all.

April 21, 1836

This date, following the events at Goliad and the Alamo, is recognized in Texas as San Jacinto Day. It commemorates the 18 minute butt whoopin’ given by Texans to the forces directly lead by Santa Anna.

As an aside, the good general seems to have been resistant to learning from his mistakes as some years later, during the Mexican-American War, he would be handed yet another sugnificant defeat, this time at the hands of Winfield Scott.

*I propose that the state of Texas officially change the name of this day to “Curb Stomp Day.”

Allies who aren’t

The good news is that HB 1927, a bill that would eliminate the need for Texans over the age of 21 to obtain a license (TLC) in order to legally carry a firearm, is scheduled for a floor vote tomorrow (4/15/2021) in the House. More good news is that a similar bill didn’t get this far last time, so we are making progress. If it passes the House, the state Senate will be forced to at least consider it. As you might expect, the normal group(s) of anti-freedom people oppose the bill. It happens. That’s not good, of course. There is, however, something much worse. Also voicing opposition is a group of TLC instructors. It is beyond annoying that this group would join in such an anti-freedom effort. Given that the prior predictions of doom and destruction voiced by gun control advocates have uniformly failed to materialize, I can come up with only one reason for TLC instructors to oppose this bill: They’re worried their fellow citizens increased freedom will cost them money. Quislings. And yes, if you are a Texas TLC instructor who is opposed to the elimination of the TLC requirement, I am referring to you.

Allergies

For your consideration:

My eyes are watering. Must be my allergies.

Of projects and youth

Recently, Mrs RM asked me it I would do something for her. The thing? Expanding a closet. “Ah,” I thought. “This could be a project. I like projects.” And so, I agreed. Except, as it turns out, what I agreed to was not the mere expanding of a closet. Oh, no. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that what I had actually agreed to was the removal of a load-bearing wall, the span of which was to be replaced with a 4×10 beam, assembled and put in place by a certain blogger, to span the space, and then the expansion of the closet. My neck hurts. My shoulders hurt. My back hurts. This sort of thing was much easier when I was in my twenties.

Happy Easter!

“But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared. 2 And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men suddenly stood near them in gleaming clothing; 5 and as [a]the women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, ‘Why are you seeking the living One among the dead? 6 He is not here, but He has risen…'”

Of smoke and wonderfulness, pt 2

The stall. It’s that point in barbecue when the temperature of the brisket you’re smoking stops rising. Sometimes, it will even drop a bit. There’s nothing mystical about it. The liquid, mostly water, that collects in the surface of the brisket as it smokes is to blame. Like the brisket itself, the water is exposed to the temperature(s) inside the smoker. It does what water does and evaporates. This evaporative cooling is what causes the stall.

How long does the stall last? The answer to that is much like the answer to “how long does it take to smoke a brisket?” Cooking a brisket takes as long as it takes, and the stall last as long as it lasts. That’s where I am now, at about 0800. What do you do during the stall? You wait. Remember, smoking a brisket is an exercise in patience.

Of smoke and wonderfulness

Time for another Baconian essay. Or not.

Barbecue, as opposed to grilling, and regardless of whether it is a whole pig in North Carolina or a brisket in West Texas, is an exercise in patience.

For instance…

It is currently 0410 (4:00 a.m. to most people).  I have been up since  0300.  The brisket, which I trimmed and seasoned yesterday, came out of the refrigerator at about 0315. By 0330 the lump charcoal was starting in the charcoal chimney. Now, I’m waiting for the smoker to come up to the temperature where the magic happens so I can actually put the brisket on. At the height of summer, that would have already happened, but although the winds are calm, it’s about 52 degrees on my patio, so the warmup time is a bit longer today.

0430 and the brisket is finally on the smoker.

In many ways, barbecuing, the “low and slow” process which produces that wonderful greater-than-the-sum-of-its-parts amalgamation of smoke, meat both lean and fat, and carefully selected spices, is similar to smoking a pipe. I used to smoke cigarettes. Smoking a cigarette is a function of just a few minutes. A pipe of good tobacco is a much more contemplative experience, often taking up the better part of an hour. In the evening, it’s a fine adjunct to contemplating the end of the day. Similarly, while I can grill a good steak in just a few moments of actual cooking time, barbecue takes far longer and provides more time for thought and reflection. And so, dinner today is planned for about 1900. I’ll be on my patio, monitoring but not opening the smoker, virtually all that time. What am I going to do other than think?

I am assured it works

I occasionally find myself drawn into discussions with those on the Left. While they, like any others who happen to share a relatively uniform group of political ideologies are not monolithic, there are some things they tend to have in common. One of those is a preference for increasing levels of gun control.

*Please insert reference to gun control being proper stance, good sight picture, etc.*

It seems to be irrelevant to the Left that, at least in the US, gun control has a long and dirty history of being a tool of rather blatant (and sometimes not-so-blatant) racism. This time, we are assured, it will not be.

*Please insert Michael Bloomberg’s reason for wanting minorities disarmed.*

Likewise, it seems to be irrelevant to the Left that, at least in the US, gun control is notable for its consistent failure to ever produce its promised benefits. This time, we are assured, it will work.

*Please insert list of crimes committed with guns in places that would seem to be a gun control advocate’s wet dream.*

All of which brings me to this observation. The Left, of whom socialists are a fine example,

*Please insert Sarah Hoyt’s observation about “Same sh*t, different name for the smell.”

fail to see the irony of hating what is arguably one of the few (perhaps only) thing(s) socialism has ever produced that works consistently. It ain’t clean, it ain’t pretty and it ain’t great, but it works.