(second block, fourth letter of the prisoners' quadratic tap code...)

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Wed Aug, 12 2009

Officer Tammy Scott: You Can Get Back In The Kitchen, Now, You Stupid Vicious Bitch

Until you do, a reasonable person can only long for the day when you run up against someone your own weight who can meet you on your premises. You are a completely despicable specimen, and so are the beasts who keep you in your position. Keep this in mind: no one with a working brain in their head is ever going to respect you, for the simple reason that anyone who cannot simply take a knife from an eighty-four year old lady without resort to that sort of thing has absolutely no business -- none -- being charged with the responsibility of deadly force. You are not a human being. You're a half-assed robot, and you're a coward while you're at it. You are not an American, and no American will regard you with benevolent eye. You, and all like you, are a curse on this land, which will again be blessed on the day and to the degree that you disappear.

To hell with you, Officer Tammy Scott, instanter.

Later -- a noted and notable gun-blogger sends this, and I reply:

> I dunno. Slamming someone with a knife
> is a better alternative than shooting
> her/tazing her. She had a knife and was
> within 21 feet.

> Maybe I'm missing something in the
> video, though.

I would take that chance all day long. I'm telling you right now: I would disarm that woman all day long with that knife in her hand.

Look: that bitch-cop got her hand on that woman's wrist in order to make that move. That, right there, completely refutes any "21 feet" defense.

Here's the problem, and you'd better believe it's a problem: these people are mindless. They do not think. All they do is run their "training", which is the practical substitution for thinking in these peoples' practice.

That's the problem. They simply cannot reason morally. And there is no end to the evil that a machine like that can do.

Grasp the principles and the big picture, man. There is a lot more here than some deranged old lady's head bouncing off the asphalt.

AxeBites

Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.


Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.


In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}