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Finally, the Mark V is finished, photographed, and on my shelf. Overall, I'm pretty satisfied with this project.










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That bitch is as dumb as snake mittens.

Should have called it the spit-cup or the spit-up.
That thing is absurdly homely.  Looks like an angry crab from the front.

You'll see that a lot on vehicles in less than gun friendly locations.
 
"Is that a 2X4, with a chunk of EMT glued to it, masquerading as a M1919?".. Chances are, "Yes, it is".
 
Check out some of the Youtube vids on MGB81, a British "Motor Gun Boat" that was "restored".  The guns are pretty bad.
(Admission, I grew up on the Great Lakes, and was corrupted at a young age by a beautifully restored 82' Elco, that had mostly functional armament. What impressed me was it had the original three 1500HP Packard mills churning the sauce. You NEVER forget that sound.)

Many foreign makers pulled out of the U.S. market as a result of those dubious "safety" standards.
 
Ever wonder why some like the MG or the 240/260 Z ended up with silly looking bumpers?
"Safety Standards". (Meant more to reduce insurance payouts for minor fender-benders, as the telescoping "battering ram" bumpers were useless in much other than the slowest of collisions)

https://yuripasholok.livejournal.com/11401513.html

 
 

Well, I was the senior manager of a chain of paintball fields in the Phoenix area. We hired and fired loads of "kids".. Some good some bad.
Anyhow, one of the better kids came up to me as I was counting the drawer, and said "Some crazy guy out on the field just told me he'd suck my cock for a dollar".
 
This of course drew some laughter. Which ceased when I unlocked my desk and pulled out the Mk VI. The place had been robbed before, and the almighty fuck be upon the asshole who tried when I was on shift. 
Anyhow-
 
Went on the field (indoor in an old warehouse) and found this scrungy Aqualung looking old fucker who immediately said "I CAN BE HERE! I KNOW THE OWNER!". I thumbed back the hammer and said "Get the fuck out, and never come back".  The rodent immediately found a loose panel and exited the AO most ricky-tick.. I grabbed one of the other managers, and we secured the loose bit of tin, and what others we found by the light of my Olds.
 
Next day, the owner (Someone I got along with really well, and was basically a very conservative Tony Bourdain clone, literally) came in and said "So I hear you pulled a 44 mag on a bum. Was that needed?" To which I said " Your info is wrong. It was a Mark Six Webley, in .455", modified for .45 ACP, and loaded with 274 grain swaged wadcutters. And yes, when the bums start coming on the field and trying to suck the cocks of my charges, it is necessary."
 
His reply was- "Okay! Long as you have the place ready by the next day of business, you do what you have to".
 
Ron was a good guy.
 
I did end up having a couple more "incidents" all of which ended up in a similar manner.  One of which had a MCSO deputy asking "Why didn't you shoot the fucker"...

I can give you the pinnacle.
 
"Disgusting hobo, MkVI Webley." Yes, he did soil himself.

I worked at a place that (kind of) turned a blind eye towards tweakers.  I saw why they did, as you got someone who was a robot. Too bad their work was shit, and I was the guy who had to go and make it right.
 
Eventually I began carrying a Walther PP (against company policy) as I'd witnessed a couple meth fueled rampages and figured a couple well placed .32ACP's would settle things, or at least give me time to grab the grand-master wrecking bar and commence attitude adjustment..
 
The company found out, called me on the carpet where I said "As long as you tolerate meth use, you'd best damn tolerate my carrying, lest you want to talk to my attorney (A quasi bluff, as I had a friend who was a Maricopa County PD, and I had his very lavishly embossed business card with the hand written instructions "Call me if you need to sue somebody" on the back.).. Eventually they had a mass golden flow event, and canned the ones who hot-pissed, in exchange for my leaving the Walther at home.
Quality of work went up, My job was easier, and I did not have to shoot some tweaker and/or call my friend. Everything worked out.
 
PS, fuck methheads with a woodchipper.  Preferably a turboshaft driven one.

The fix is, "Be a single issue voter". 
 
If an elected official Violates/Infringes on the Second, assume they cannot be trusted on the other amendments, and send them packing.
Remind currently serving ones of the repercussions.

Nice thing about new job is, "we have the press used for fitting solid tires to industrial wheels".
That fucking thing is COMING OUT/ GOING IN, no matter the amount of rust on it.

We got some snow today.

Pretty good illumination on the NRA from Duane Liptak (Magpul VP).

Nice thing about new job is, "we have the press used for fitting solid tires to industrial wheels".
That fucking thing is COMING OUT/ GOING IN, no matter the amount of rust on it.

So if I posted a diagram of the turret traverse mechanism of a PzKfwVI,  carrying the large stamp "Geheim!", this guy would rush to his time machine to inform the Gestapo?
 
I'll load up the Vickers in anticipation..

Feinstein is a politician of the lowest, and worst kind.
People like her and Schumer will be remembered for being little more than parasites upon this nation.

So if I posted a diagram of the turret traverse mechanism of a PzKfwVI,  carrying the large stamp "Geheim!", this guy would rush to his time machine to inform the Gestapo?
 
I'll load up the Vickers in anticipation..

So if I posted a diagram of the turret traverse mechanism of a PzKfwVI,  carrying the large stamp "Geheim!", this guy would rush to his time machine to inform the Gestapo?
 
I'll load up the Vickers in anticipation..

Drove to Troy.
Michigan roads are still shit. (Really, the way to tell if you enter Ohio on I-75 is to note if the car stopped bouncing uncontrollably)
 
Cooked a huge spread of Korean BBQ I'd been marinating for a week.  Fed 18 people, two racks of ribs and six pounds of loin sliced thin.
 
Tried to get my relatives to come to Kentucky next year. 
 

I learned My arthritis has progressed into my shoulders and arms.
My blood pressure is "Dear god, your blood type is "Low sulphur crude".".
Asking the VA for a non narcotic painkiller is like asking a street dealer for "Some weed that just smells a bit, but won't get me high,thanks"..
My headaches, occasional loss of vision in my left eye (and urge to turn the keys) is based on stress, and not my blood pressure or level of fitness.  (I can still lift absurd amounts, even with half a bicep on my left arm,and outwork the swarm of 19 year olds here.  Growing up heating with wood, I choose you!).
 
I also learned I need to "seriously apply for SSI", since if I keep working it "may " kill me.  
 
Yeah,fuck that. 
 
All my grandparents had high blood pressure, smoked and drank like mad, and the youngest died at 93, trying to lift a 440 Chrysler block while sauced on Irish Whiskey..
 
I'd be happy to appear before St Pete in such a state. 
 
 
ETA-
 
Also, If I ever fucking die, and one of yo reprobates finds my festering corpse. Besides feeding my cats and amusing them with bagpipe music, ALL my books, Manuals, Magazines, etc. go to "Canham and Sons" In Wickenburg Az.  They will know what to do with them. 
 
My absurd gun and ammo collection goes to cousins, nieces and nephews.  As well as all the "shit that goes boom" as far as the law allows.
 
That includes my collection of gravity knives, you swine...
 
I've left a note that whatever they;ve no interest in "Which should be the vast majority of my gun collection" should  be sold and/or donated to this board. 
 
Oh, that includes the ammo. All ~40,000 rounds of ammo worth.  Whatever they don't want , y'all get.  May only be ~ 20 rounds of maypops, but do enjoy.
 
 
 
 

Late to comment, but one Big Sandy at a post shoot campfire, we had a trio of very nice Brit shooters announce that "Oh after this we are going to spend tomorrow driving through Texas. (From basically Kingman, Arizona).
 
Yeah, there was a moment of silence.
 
"Y'all are not serious, Raight?"  (Asked the obvious Texan).
 
They were.
They thought they could leave the shoot, drive through 2/3 of Arizona, all of New Mexico, and sightsee Texas, In a day.
 
It actually took a couple hours to convince them that "No we are not fucking with you, unless you magically rent a B57, and say "fuck the fuel" ,it ain't happening".