Gun Porn
Seems whenever I’m on travel, something interesting happens involving guns.
Or, as seen on the bookface, there is a Paris, Texas but Texas ain’t Paris. Seems a couple of Johnny Jihadis got their Sudden Jihad Syndrome on and decided to go shoot up a Texas art festival. Armed with rifles, they were shot dead by a security guard with a handgun.
The art festival was actually a draw Mohammed contest. This, apparently, results in blaming the victim, who should not have been dressed like that!
Nice shooting, Tex.
Update: Heh:
This was found in the Capitol Visitor Center bathroom:
So, the guy or gal takes the gun out of the holster and, presumably, removes the magazine from it, I guess to make it “safe”. Police usually carry two mags so that’s my guess. All kinds of safety violations here, in addition to forgetting you left your fucking gun in a bathroom.
Irregularly scheduled blogging may resume.
From Savannah. Cool looking castle:
Some sort of critter:
Another castle:
Jabba the cat:
A face:
Cthulhu:
Except for the occasional McStore, the downtown is quite lovely. And lively. I guess local people want Panera and a Starbucks.
I had a Sazerac. It was delicious. Note to self: get some absinthe.
The kids loved the Pedicabs:
He doesn’t look mad at all:
The house we rented had a sundial that was accurate:
There were lighthouses:
Every picture of a dolphin anyone ever takes:
The kids posing in front of George Washington’s cannon:
3 dozen oysters. Challenge accepted:
Some hippie:
Away on vacation, err, Me, Inc’s annual shareholder meeting. Talk amongst yourselves.
Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.
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