The more I encounter the term “Truth”, the more I realize it’s used mostly by people who are allergic to the word “Fact”.
As requested by the INTERNET, here’s the video of me putting the first few rounds through my Kel-Tec PF-9.
Yeah, it’s got some recoil for being so small. I managed to get a group about the size of a silver dollar at 10 yards.
And then the damn thing just up and died. Went from being a 7+1 automatic pistol, to a single shot pump action via manually resetting the slide after every round. Left the thing for the armorer to look at and went about my day.
In short, the damn trigger stopped functioning. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but it’s pretty bad for a brand new firearm to take about 8 rounds before crapping out. However, the day wasn’t a total loss as we put about 300 rounds through a Walther P-22. A pistol even an 8 year old can shoot:
Quick thought.
This video is an example of why it took me 10 years before I actually put up a site dedicated to my random thoughts. The current tagline here is “A Tribute to Internet Narcissism, Skepticism, and Various Other ‘isms”, and that’s because I realize there’s something narcissistic about posting what’s in your head and expecting random strangers to give a damn.
Fortunately, I don’t and this is more of an exercise in writing something on a regular basis. Regardless, this guy is exactly how I picture many “bloggers” who write about themselves and not something specific like Aesopian, for example.
Someone IM’d me with this video the other day. Apparently he had some crackpot theories about Bruce Lee and got dismantled on the Bullshido Forums. I completely missed that discussion thread, which isn’t a surprise given that we’ve got thousands of new posts per day over there.
And it’s not just the whining (and borderline crying) this guy does over people who don’t like his stupid ideas that irks me. Heck, this could be fake, or a tribute to the “Leave Brittney Alone” video. It’s the medium itself. There’s something almost intrusive about a person posting rants like that online. Most people who’ve been raised with decent manners are conditioned to look at someone “speaking to them”. So like it or not, when you stumble on a video of someone ranting or whining like this, deep down in your psyche, there’s that extra bit of aggravation that wells up just the same as if some jerk on the street walked up to you with the intention of talking non-stop in your face for 9:59.
And from a cultural perspective, if there’s not a backlash against this (whether natural or manufactured) kind of narcissism, we’re going to be in a world of hurt. Why? Because the Internet will listen to anybody.
If you’re into cramming watermelons up your ass sideways there’s a constituency of people just like you, waiting to validate your opinions, on the Internet. So out of necessity or out of convenience, you chose to associate only with those people who support your views on watermelon cramming. And when enough of you get together, you start thinking not only that the world actually cares about your viewpoint, but that you should crusade to spread your cause.
This is why we’ve seen the explosion of groups like The National Association for Fat Acceptance, Furries, Juggalos, and Ninjas. Through the Internet, the fringe manages to gravitate towards one another, providing the illusion that they’re members of mainstream society with just a different take on things.
And yes, the irony of writing this isn’t lost on me given the fact that I run a community of Martial Artists who expect people that spend years and thousands of dollars learning how to punch, to actually punch each other. (Of course, unlike the fruitcakes, we’re right.)
And I guess that’s the flip side to this phenomenon. Whereas there are thousands of communities of these social rejects that band together to reinforce their own delusions or trauma-induced fetishes, there are a handful of communities/sites out there, working hard to beat back the tide of stupidity with the paddle of reality.
Communities like those at Something Awful, or a bit more serious, The James Randi Forums, or even my very own Bullshido, are all filled with thousands of people dedicated to fighting/exposing/making fun of stupid.
So while I still think people who post video of themselves ranting and whining are colossal douchebags with delusions of self-importance, at least there are thousands more willing to bring the swift boot of reality crashing down on their balls.
And that brings me comfort.
Would it piss off anti-abortion activists if you named your child “Choice?”
This is something that was brought to my attention, in passing, as a subject of discussion on Bullshido.
To preface this, Kyle Maynard probably doesn’t describe himself as a hero. And for what he’s accomplished, Kyle Maynard could even be considered somewhat badass.
Here’s what I posted, slightly adjusted for audience.
There’s two sides to this story for any logical, rational person:
1. Guy with a ton of physical handicaps busts his ass to be good at something. Cool!
2. Guy with a ton of physical handicaps that prevent him from fully participating in a sport feels he’s owed the right to exploit the rules, drag down the sport (literally and figuratively), and get a disproportionately large pat on the back for not just resigning himself to being a punchline for jokes that end with “Phil”, and “Matt”. Not Cool.
IMO it’s a product of our fucking Oprah-ized, spoiled suburban culture that everyone now expects a pat on the back for busting their ass to achieve something or overcome obstacles. It’s like nobody recognizes that that’s the @#(#ing point of life, and everyone has their own challenges to face. You’re not a !@)$ing hero for doing the best with what you’ve got, you’re a human being.
Kyle Maynard grappling Have our standards sunk so low? Do people really need to be told they’re heroes for doing their best at something? For going to work 5 days a week? For getting up in the morning?
Jesus *^_!ing christ. Don’t crap on real heroes like that. Kyle’s an awesome guy, but he has his limits. Trying to bring people down to the same level because of your own limitations is an asshole move in any context.
The word “hero” these days has no meaning. This is the phenomenon that describes Jessica Lynch as a “hero” for doing little more than getting captured.
A hero is someone who does something well beyond the exceptional. They’re someone society is supposed to be able to point to as an example of what we all should be in a perfect set of circumstances.
Don’t the types of people who push this “everyone’s a unique and beautiful snowflake” crap get the fact that everyone, by the very definition of the word, cannot be special?
Very few people have the character traits and strength of will to be heroes, and that’s a good thing. We need heroes who sacrifice themselves for just causes, we also need the plain-old-people who wake up every morning, go to work, come home, and repeat the cycle until they’re dead. Because without these people whose lives are the rule, we wouldn’t be able to distinguish those who are truly the exception.
Want to know what a real hero is? read this.
Or is this design pretty lame? Not talking about my head there, that’s awesome. But the overall theme is just a little too “Macintosh” for me I guess.
I don’t consider myself to be a member of the “iGeneration”, even though I’ve got an iPod. I’ve never danced in silhouette while wearing it though.
I’m a fairly independent person, so I guess I should dig the whole “i” thing (as opposed to the “you” thing). An iPod means iDon’t-have-to-acknowledge-you when i’Mwearing-it-in-public. It means i’M-minding-my-own-business-and-you-should-too. I’m a big fan of that
Anyway. I’m going to go shoot my new iGun today. At least, it’s about as close to an iGun as would be if those hippies at Apple ever decided to get into the firearms industry. “Kill Different” has a nice ring to it.
Shown here with tactical torch for lulz.
Might get video of shooting it, as requested by someone on my forums. Will see how that goes. Need to run to WalMart to get cheap ammo first though.
You know, the concept of an iGun isn’t all that crazy if you think about it. They could put an MP3 player in your gun and make a set of headphones that double as hearing protection and maybe some built in “Shoot to the Music” games so you can rock out and enjoy your second amendment rights at the same time.
Heck, if it weren’t for brandishing laws, you’d even be able to take it with you on the subway or bus to work if you’re in an urban area not controlled by politicians who think you’re too stupid to be responsible with your own protection.
iGun… yeah, I like that.
Most people who know me understand I don’t seriously consider myself to be some kind of hardass. In fact, I generally go out of my way to communicate to everyone else on Planet Earth how much of a giant goober I really am.
But I couldn’t resist decorating my rash guard with blood from Wednesday’s morning Jiu-jitsu class.
If you’ve been under a rock, or just out of touch with me, you probably didn’t know that about a month ago I stepped into the cage at a local show for a friendly ass kicking contest.
I lost.
Hell, here’s the video.
Anyway, even after a month if my schnoz takes a good bump, it erupts in a blood volcano. Rolling on Wednesday with one of the younger guys in class, I banged my honker into the side of his head and my face started leaking.
Art? Parody? A textile statement about the interplay between ever fading youth and the futile pursuit of immortality? An excuse to be pretentious?
Who knows. It made me chuckle so that’s all that matters.