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The Eternal Derpocolypse Rolls On

One of my many, many associates in the digital wilds sends along this lovely little nugget of primate football fuckery for our entertainment:

There is so much fail going on here it’s difficult to find a place to start, but I want to focus on what I see is the big root problem.

As I’ve previously mentioned, drills are not scenarios, and scenarios are not drills. We set up drills to hone specific skills to be applied later. I can’t think of any circumstances under which I’d have to put an entire magazine of pistol rounds into a 3×5″ box at ten yards, but the fundamental tactile and mental skills that are developed along the way to being able to perform that task on demand will serve you well in a fight.

After we’ve performed drills, we can put those skills to a test by running a scenario. Much like a competition course of fire, a scenario can be as simple or as complicated as the instructors desire, presenting the student with a problem to be solved by applying his new skills. We do not run a scenario over and over again, rather the best ones are designed to induce failure in the student, to ruthlessly demonstrate what needs to be worked on.

What we have here in this video is neither a practical skill developing drill nor a scenario test of any kind. I dare you to think of a reason why you’d stand between two lethal threats, with a pistol and a knife, and do a weak, backhand reverse stabbity while you dangle your pistol at full extension towards the other threat, completely and utterly unprotected from a takeaway grab.

Southnarc wept.

There are legitimate reasons to learn bladed weapons for self defense. There are quite a few instructors that can teach you. There are various drills that can be performed to learn. None of them involve repeatedly pushing a knife through a stationary cardboard target. If your school’s bladework doesn’t involve rolling around with another student in the dirt and getting your clothes dirty and torn, you are being defrauded.

Additionally, by fumbling around with a knife in their hands, nobody on that conga line of ballistic fail is learning a damn thing about how to use a pistol, either. Watch for the slow, inaccurate shooting even at a distance best measured in inches, as well as the magazine changes that take several times as long as they should.

By claiming to teach both pistol and knife, “Hoffner Hoplite” is teaching neither, and is instead setting up willing dupes for future failure by taking their money, wasting their time and ammunition and giving them nothing in return.

Dr pdb’s Anti-Depression Prescription

nb: THIS POST IS NOT PASSIVE AGGRESSIVELY AIMED AT ANYONE IN PARTICULAR. I wrote the kernel of this post in reply to a guy on arfcom GD with a case of the why bothers and don’t wannas, and I thought fellow sufferers might benefit from it.

Are you depressed? Do you sit around all day procrastinating on what you should be doing and hating yourself because you’re not doing it? This is what worked for me, and it’ll sound stupid and obvious, but what you’re doing now isn’t working out for you, is it?

Do less of what makes you hate yourself and do more of what you need to do.

Whatever it is that you sit around all day doing — watching TV, playing video games, reading, porn — instead of work, stop doing it in the morning. Get up with the dawn, stop sleeping in. Have a hot shower and shave. Put on some clean, adult clothes. Tuck your shirt in. Have breakfast. A real breakfast, not just leftovers or a bowl of cereal. Make an egg and some sausage, or get a breakfast sirloin and pan fry it in a little butter, then some onions, mushrooms and peppers in the oil after it’s done. Have something to look forward to in the morning.

Momentum is key. After breakfast, get to work. You should be doing ONE THING a day at least. Pick a task and get it complete. You know what needs to be done or fixed. Knock one thing out a day and make it a habit. Put in a good day’s work, treat yourself to a good lunch and get back to it. Plan a good dinner and go to bed at a reasonable hour. Treat yourself with your lazy vice in the evening after you’ve knocked out your goal for the day. Keep it manageable. MOMENTUM. Don’t let yourself pause or stop until your goal is complete. You’re better off working than thinking. And it’s a lot easier to respect yourself after you’ve checked something off the list.

Here’s the awful truth as to why this works: We’re never going to be cured. We’re always going to feel this way about ourselves, so the only way to be a normal, productive, emotionally healthy person is to fake it. Get it into your head now that you’re never going to hear the magic, curative words from your therapist that snaps you out of it. You’re never going to find the right pill to make your brain right. Nobody you add or remove to your life will cure you. You are stuck with this damage forever, and your happiness lies not in fixing it but overcoming it. Momentum masks depression. If you start looking, acting, and eventually feeling like a success, before you know it? You will be a success.

Get off the computer and get to it. Today ain’t gonna choke itself.

Next Phase

You’d have to be living under a rock or without an internet connection to not notice that the next big gun control push from the Democrat / Joyce / Bloomberg fascist axis is for Universal Background Checks (UBCs). This worries me for a couple reasons.

This attack vector is going to be difficult to parry, especially in the soundbite arena that sways low information voters. How do you explain to a person in thirty seconds or less, who isn’t invested in the issue, that UBCs will prevent exactly zero crime or mass murder? Criminals do not buy their guns via retail channels, and it’s already a federal and state crime to sell a gun to a felon, so what good does making it double dog dare illegaler do? Every single one of the recent mass murders celebrated in the “news” media was perpetrated with a legally purchased gun. How do you propose to make that illegal for them but not for ordinary, non-murderous citizens?

Answer: They don’t.

UBCs are not about criminal control but making criminals out of citizens. UBCs have nothing to do with making us safer and everything to do with criminalizing harmless behavior, making a culture and a way of life illegal and thus eventually extinct. How are we to spread our word when it’s a crime to take a neophyte shooting, or loan a gun out to an unprepared family member or friend in an emergency, or hand a gun down to your child without it passing through an FFL first?

UBCs also have the completely intended consequence of creating a defacto registry. If all transfers have to go through dealers, and the ATF is on the dealers to maintain 100.1% correct records (the number of FFLs will drop steadily after UBCs are passed, mark my words), then we have a complete firearm registry — of the guns of law abiding citizens, not criminals, natch — where before private sales were off the books. And registries are used for only one thing: confiscation. It happened in the UK, it happened in Australia, it happened in California, it will happen in America too.

UBCs are a deliberate deception. Criminals and murderers are not the targets of this legislation and the opposition knows it, and lies about it!

So how to fight?

The first obvious strategy is to condense the argument into bites, but this risks getting bogged down into eye-glazing minutiae. Instead, I suggest going for the jugular. If they preach UBCs, then argue against confiscation. Argue against SWAT teams going door to door taking guns away by force and shooting people who resist. Argue against the poor being disarmed while the rich live in their gated communities with armed private guards. If they protest that they’re not asking for confiscation, they are fucking liars and call them out as such. The only purpose of UBCs is to set the pieces up for an eventual confiscation, discarding three hundred years of tradition and establishing a police state where only the agents of the government have weapons. I can’t think of a more succinct definition of fascism, and the people arguing for this — no matter their personalities or motivations — are loathsome and evil for it.

We have enjoyed a remarkable unbroken string of wins on the legal, legislative and cultural battlefield, and I can’t help but suspect we’re due for a loss. Stand firm, and this will not be it.

Have you given to the NRA lately?

Dot, Dot, Dot

A few totally, completely unrelated things I’ve noticed lately.

Item The First: In an almost periodic musical chairs format shuffle, one of my local Top-40 FM radio stations is now “105.7 Man Up!” radio. While I suppose I should be grateful that I am now a demographic worth pandering to, and the playlist is pretty good, unfortunately there is very little “man” in the programming. Nothing about duty, honor, country, family, responsibility or excellence but rather a lot about barbecue, lifted trucks, beer, sportsball, bacon and ladies asses.

Item The Second: A simpering twerp with a vacant nutsack at the New York Times (but I repeat myself) pens “27 Ways To Be A Modern Man” and amazingly, allows it to be publicly posted on the internet. Fortunately, it was publicly posted on the internet so that Larry Correia could make fun of it:

Boys, the single most important responsibility of a man is to provide for the safety and well-being of his loved ones. Period. The gun is simply the single most effective tool to stop a violent aggressor. Real men understand that. Which is why I’ve also taught you, your sisters, and your mom to shoot, so if I go down, you still have a chance.

This bullshit modern man is a selfish, irresponsible child, banking on good intentions and wishful thinking to ward off evil. Only real evil simply does not give a shit about your good intentions.

Item The Third: After a mass shooting, I desperately scour the reports to see signs that at least someone — just one — fought back and chose to die on their feet than on their knees. (Of course the events that people fight back with their pistols do not become news). And this time, there was one: Chris Mintz, who charged the murderer who perpetrated the Umpqua Community College atrocity on October 1st. It will probably not surprise you to learn that Mintz is a 10 year Army veteran, and thus running to the sound of the guns comes naturally to him. Unfortunately, Mintz was shot down before he could do much damage to the perpetrator, suffering seven bullet wounds including two broken legs. He is currently recovering in hospital, and his cousin has set up a modest GoFundMe for his medical bills, asking for a mere $10000. Last I checked, it had just passed $600000. I encourage you to bury Mintz in generosity before he drowns in tail.

It’s also sobering to realize that Mintz had more fear of being caught with a J-Frame in his pocket at school than he had of running headlong at a homicidal maniac shooting a rifle at him. Concealed is concealed. Allowed is different from able. Carry on.

Item The Fourth: As the media paws through the wreckage of the Umpqua Atrocity, a picture begins to emerge of the perpetrator. Of course to the Los Angeles birdcage liner, the salient point about the murderer is that he was “gun obsessed”. More useful information is provided by the New York Times, in a rare moment of journalism:

After his parents divorced when he was about 16, he lived with his mother, Laurel Harper, a nurse who fiercely protected him from, among other things, the neighborhood sounds of loud children and barking dogs. Once, neighbors said, she went door to door with a petition to get the landlord to exterminate cockroaches in her apartment, saying they bothered her son.

“She said, ‘My son is dealing with some mental issues, and the roaches are really irritating him,’ ” Julia Winstead, 55, said. “She said they were going to go stay in a motel. Until that time, I didn’t know she had a son.”

I get the impression the murderer’s father wasn’t a big influence in his life before the divorce. It’s the mother’s job to provide unconditional, unquestioning love and applause for her child’s every action. It’s the father’s job to provide expectations that must be met and exceeded. This causes the father to be resented, so be it. A body that is fed steak and not exercised grows fat and unhealthy. A body that is fed steak and regularly stressed to exertion grows strong, powerful and healthy. There is no reason to believe this doesn’t happen to our emotional organs as well.

I am not assigning blame. Blame is a harsh, inaccurate word. I am trying to note causes and effects. Suffocating a child in zero-recrimination, uncritical love produces a monster. This isn’t anyone’s specific fault, although people could make more of an effort to avoid it.

Adrift without the tempering of a father, the son resorts to having to remake himself in his father’s image, but relying on his memory and interpretation of what his father was, not who his father was, with all the biases and inaccuracies that entails. The son also has to trust popular culture’s interpretation of fatherhood to guide him, and as Items 1 and 2 indicate, we are not being taught manhood but rather a plasticky, cartoonish parody of manliness that serves the media’s purpose to sell us things but is utterly inadequate to form men from boys.

So when the Umpqua murderer set out to remake himself as his father, what did he choose? 4chan and the Irish Republican Army. Not kidding.


But this wasn’t his first choice.

He joined the Army, but left after a month.

A review of Army records indicate that the perpetrator was in the service at Ft. Jackson, S.C., from Nov. 5 to Dec. 11, 2008. He was discharged for failing to meet the “minimum administrative standards to serve.”

The Army can develop character, as we see from the example of Mintz, but it has to have something to start with.

The media and our politicians of course blame the guns. But the guns weren’t an enabler, but part of the costume the Umpqua murderer chose to wear. The gun thing was part of his attempt to form himself, not an end. Unsatisfied with the person he was, he took on the appearances and accessories of a person he wanted to be, and when the facade fell or was exposed as fakery, an explosion happened.

We have not seen the end of this. In an era where we deliberately misunderstand fatherhood and manhood, and boys are taught comforting lies by loving, doting parents who won’t ever risk upsetting their special snowflake by setting them on the right path, we are raising a little army of self absorbed bombs, and that they can or cannot get their hands on guns is the least important problem. Would we feel better if homemade explosives or running people over with pickup trucks were the methodology?

I don’t have any real answers or policy suggestions except to note that where we’re heading doesn’t appear to offer much of a solution either. Carry your guns.

This Is All Your Fault

In case you missed it, a brief recap of this past week’s stupid gun-o-sphere drama.


1). A few months ago in a now deleted Facebook comment, George Fennell, the engineer behind Weapon Shield, insinuates that a popular and well advertised firearm lubricant is in fact repackaged vegetable oil.


2). Interest piqued, Andrew Tuhoy at Vuurwapen commissions an infrared spectrography test of both Fireclean and Crisco cooking oil. They appear to be identical.

3). Fireclean responds to this with a full throated roar of appeals to authority and vague references to Special Forces use, but in a lie of omission worthy of a televangelist caught balls deep in his secretary, they never state that their product isn’t vegetable oil.


4). Paid Fireclean spokesman Larry Vickers then earns his pay by defending Fireclean, and along the way insisting that Fennell is a Neo-Nazi.


5). Fennell takes obvious offense to this slander and Godwinning, and rightfully threatens a slander suit.

6). LAV backs off and in a hilariously passive-aggressive apology, manages to mention “Neo-Nazi” three more times in association with Fennell. Fennell decides to take the high road and accepts the apology, then gets on with his life.


Of course this was all absurd and ridiculous, and calls to mind a previous episode. I wish to reiterate that none of this bullshit detracts from Vickers’ service, talents as a gunsmith or aptitude as a trainer, and the American shooting community would be a poorer place if he had never existed, but these public outbursts reflect rather poorly on the LAV as a person.

However, I don’t blame him at all.

I blame you. And by “you” I mean the entire gun buying public not you specifically because you’re smarter than this, right?

You, not being a chemist or lubrication engineer, and wanting the best firearm lubricant available commercially because why not? did you seek out a chemist or a lubrication engineer? No, you bought a bottle of Fireclean because a famous, charismatic and funny former Delta Force faceshooter told you to. Is LAV a chemist or lubrication engineer? No, and yet you took his uneducated endorsement as being equivalent to that from an expert in the field.

Fireclean didn’t decide on their own to pay the LAV to endorse their product instead of dragging an engineer out of the lab and have him explain to you idiots how their product works and how it was superior to other options. These things happen for a reason, and the fact of the matter is that a recognizable celebrity endorsement counts more to the public than actual information or data. You get more of what you reward, and our dollars constantly and repeatedly reward signalling and me-too-ism over falsifiable claims.

This was the scandal we deserved. Drizzle some Fireclean on your salad and contemplate that for a while.

The Phalse Phable Of The Phantom’s Gun (And Other Tales)

The traditional narrative summary of American air-to-air combat in the 1960s and 1970s goes a little like this:

Believing a new age of pushbutton warfare had dawned, the Americans designed their new fighter without a gun! This technological hubris resulted in American combat aviators being unprepared to face a brave, hardy foe flying “obsolete” cannon armed Russian fighters. After suffering terrible losses, and finally learning their lesson and some humility, the Americans relented and put the gun back on their fighters, and finally won the air war.

Like most common knowledge distillations, the facts of this story are generally correct, but the interpretation of them is not, and can lead historians and other people trying to glean lessons from the past to incorrect conclusions. So I come here today to defend the honor of the F-4 Phantom, and its engineers and designers, who I think knew a thing or two about what they were doing and shouldn’t bear the blame for (two!) intellectually clumsy institutions learning a new way of fighting on the job.

USAF F-4D Phantom II.

USAF F-4D Phantom II.

To begin, we have to go back to 1945 and the close of the Second World War. The problem faced by the Allied air forces had changed in scope and magnitude. The Axis powers never fielded large, multi-engined strategic bombers in any numbers, but the new era of atomic warfare meant two things: Future enemies would be flying big bombers to carry one big bomb, and no enemy bombers could be allowed to penetrate the defensive perimeter. One or two 1944 bombers getting through wouldn’t be a disaster, but a single 1946 bomber evading interception would mean the loss of a city.

The Soviet Tu-4, a to the rivets reverse-engineered copy of the B-29

The Soviet Tu-4, a to the rivets reverse-engineered copy of the B-29

Atomic-capable bombers were big, durable aircraft with multiply redundant propulsion and control systems that were difficult to destroy with the .50 BMG machine guns (with solid, non-explosive bullets) that were the main armament of interceptors and fighters. Early 20mm cannon with HE shells jammed a lot and were slow firing. The revolutionary 6000rpm 20mm M61 Vulcan wouldn’t be ready until the next decade, and even then an interceptor would have to close to bad-breath distance to engage and could only handle one bomber per pass.

M39 20mm Autocannon.

M39 20mm Autocannon.

M61 "Vulcan" 20mm rotary autocannon.

M61 “Vulcan” 20mm rotary autocannon.

Nazi Germany, having had to contend with waves upon waves of heavy, hard to kill, multi-engined bombers for years, pointed the way. Rockets could carry a bigger warhead than any cannon an aircraft could be expected to manage, and offered significantly better speed and range. Early attempts were unguided salvo fired rockets, but work had begun on guided rockets like the air-to-air Ruhrstahl X-4 and other surface-to-air designs. Early attempts were manually wire guided and limited by the fragility of the wire spools and the target being within visual range. But the possibility of a one hit kill was tantalizing.

America has two air forces, with two slightly different target sets, so two slightly different approaches were taken.

Our Army’s Air Force (newly independent in 1947) was mostly concerned with knocking down the bombers before weapons separation, so their missiles reflected that.

Hughes AIM-4 Falcon

Hughes AIM-4 Falcon

The Hughes Falcon was a slow flying, lag pursuit missile that relied heavily on lift over pure rocket thrust. The warhead was small and contact fuzed, as it was expected to have to a) fly through seductive decoys and b) physically hit and detonate inside the bomber to guarantee a kill.

The Falcon was a disaster in combat, especially against small, agile, maneuvering targets that its engineers did not expect it to engage.

By the beginning of June, we all hated the new AIM-4 Falcon missiles. I loathed the damned useless things. I wanted my Sidewinders back. In two missions I had fired seven or eight of the bloody things and not one guided. They were worse than I had anticipated. Sometimes they refused to launch; sometimes they just cruised off into the blue without guiding. In the thick of an engagement with my head twisting and turning, trying to keep track of friend and foe, I’d forget which of the four I had (already) selected and couldn’t tell which of the remaining was perking and which head was already expiring on its launch rail. Twice upon returning to base I had the tech rep go over the switchology and firing sequences. We never discovered I was doing anything wrong. — Col. Robin Olds (2010)

The Falcon also had short range, which was largely dictated by the small, unreliable radar sets the Air Force could cram into the noses of its fighters, which also had to share space with guns. Those guns that got hot, vibrated hard and generally shook to death the vacuum tubes and connections of early radars.

Our Navy’s Air Force had two things on its mind. First, the bombers themselves. For this the Navy was designing Sparrow, which began life as three designs: A beam rider that would go wherever the nose of the launching aircraft pointed, an active-homer with it’s own radar set (Sparrow’s narrow body limited the size of the radar and thus it’s range, and this variant went nowhere), and a semi-active homer that used the launching aircraft’s radar instead of its own, and only had to carry a receiver antenna. This was the winner, and it carried a good sized proximity fuzed warhead and had the range to engage enemy bombers at arm’s length.

Unfortunately, a big ranged missile meant a big radar set to tell it where to go, and while transistors helped with the size of the computers and heat dissipation, engineers were still restrained by Maxwell and a big dish behind a big nose was required. There was no room for a gun in the nose, and it’s heat and severe vibration would have compromised the size and thus power and reach of the radar, which, take notes because this is important: which had become the primary weapon.

But the Navy had another threat looming large in its institutional memory, that of small bombs guided by humans: the Kamikaze. And Germany had again shown the future…


V-1 cruise missile.

…the robot kamikaze. Not only would the bombers have to be prevented from reaching the carrier group, and would have to be engaged further away than the range of their atomic-capable robot kamikazes, but if that failed, then the missiles themselves would have to be engaged with missiles.

Fortunately as often happens, we had the right people on the job at the right time, and a team of veritable geniuses at China Lake had pieced together a nose-steered, proportional pursuit (the missile flew to where the target was going to be, not simply follow it and out-accelerate the target) heat-seeker from basically off the shelf parts. Sidewinder was a brilliantly simple and effective design and went on to change air combat for both Air Forces, and the enemy as well.

Both Sparrow and Sidewinder deployed from the F-4 Phantom were (generally) what our Air Forces flew into combat with in Vietnam and accounted for the majority of American air-to-air victories. Early on, not much success was enjoyed. Inadequate battlefield radar surveillance and restrictive rules of engagement meant our spear chuckers had to close to within knife fighting distance. Missiles frequently failed to launch or zoomed away into the distance. Inadequate and improper maintenance resulted from ground crews treating missiles as ordnance, not fragile miniature aircraft that also needed to be maintained and preflighted. Overeager pilots were driving their missile armed fighters like gun-armed fighters and aggressively within the minimum engagement distance and the helpless missiles flew straight past their targets. Sharp turning MiG-17 and -19s were luring Phantoms into angle fights they couldn’t win, instead of relying on their massive engine power to decline unfavorable engagements.

In the four year lull between the battles of 1968 and the renewed air campaign of 1972-3, stock was taken and lessons learned. Arrogant hotheads like Steve Ritchie and Duke Cunningham taught new tactics and mindset to the new pilots and backseaters, and dictated improved ground handling to the support crews. Pilots learned to maneuver the target aircraft into the missile engagement basket, instead of putting their nose on the target. Missiles were fired in salvo pairs instead of one at a time. When the Linebacker air operations kicked off in 1972, two entirely new Air Forces went to battle, with reliable missiles and aircrews who had the patience to fly the Phantom with missile tactics in mind over gun tactics. Even after the cannon-bearing F-4E was available, only a handful of gun kills were recorded. The vast majority of victories were with Sparrow and Sidewinder. In fact, no gun kills were recorded a generation later in the skies over Iraq.

The biggest problem with the traditional narrative as above is this: Both the USAF and the US Navy flew into Vietnam with exactly the right aircraft and the right missiles they needed to dominate the skies, even though both organizations had made institutional and equipment decisions to deal with a completely different set of threats. The aircraft and missiles that won the skies in 1972 were almost the same as the ones that were nearly beaten in 1968. The only thing missing was the right doctrine, discipline and tactics to use the weapons in the optimal fashion. Big, lethargic, sclerotic organizations only learn their lessons when written in blood, and the loss of our pilots in 1968 paved the way for 1972, and 1991, and the resulting dominance America has enjoyed in the air since.

The gun (or lack thereof) had nothing to do with it.

So there.

So there.

Jim Wilson: Full Of Crap, Again

So “Sheriff” Jim Wilson is again confirming his high capacity for fecal matter retention, this time subtly questioning the need for ordinary citizens to participate in Super Scary paramilitary training and own any kind of MOLLE. From the fazeboogs:


Of course he doesn’t come out and say it, but he’s heavily implying that the only reason American gun owners buy ARs and ancillary gear is to play GI Joe at the range and take cosplay instagram pictures of each other. I won’t deny that there’s an element of that going on, but people questioning why we’d prepare for a rainy day gets on my nerves, doubly so when it comes from other gun owners we thought were nominally on our side of the barricades.

But to take Wilson more seriously than he deserves for a moment, why do we put in all this time, effort and money into preparing for an event we desperately hope never comes?

Some of us take seriously the idea that the thin veneer of civilization is laid upon a foundation of citizen-soldiers (not soldier-citizens), ordinary free men willing to go to war at the drop of a hat, a tradition that extends back from Colonial Minutemen to landed Frankish infantry to the Hoplites of the primordial Greek city-states.

Some of us believe that our current epoch of peace and plenty is not a new normal that we are entitled to, but a historical aberration that must be defended if it is to be enjoyed by our children.

Perhaps for no other reason than Fuck You, that’s why. Should we not try our hands at the guitar if we’re never going to join a band or go on tour? Should we not bother learning to paint if we’re never going to get your own exhibition? Simply learning a new skill makes our limited, finite existence in this world a richer, more rounded one even if we never have to put it to practical use. Spending a weekend and 1100 rounds learning to run the battle carbine with a bunch of like minded gentlemen whom I’d never met before (yet have continued to be in contact with afterwards) in 2008 was one of the most enjoyable, exhilarating experiences of my life and I’d go back in a second if I could find the time and money.

I fully expect to live my entire life without having to take up my rifle in anger, but at the same time I will maintain its condition, keep some support gear ready and hone my skills with it until the day I die. My doing so doesn’t cost Wilson a dime, makes me happy, and yet has the slim, improbable potential to save more lives than my own in the future. So what’s his problem? Maybe it sounded better in the original German.

Range Time Meltdown

Depending on what gunblogosphere orbits you circulate in, you may or may not have heard about the sudden drama surrounding Range Time Tactical Shooting, one of the higher profile “guy and a berm” firearms training companies that have sprung up in the last decade. The duo of Corey Jackson and Erika Maxwell rode the waves of both the rise of the weekend MOLLE cosplay fantasy camp training school, and YouTube exposure, to financial success and popularity, for obvious reasons.

This all fell apart when the Stolen Valor folks looked a bit into Corey’s claimed Army service and combat experience, and discovered it was a crock of shit. You can read the thread on for the sordid details, but tl;dr: the guy’s a fraud.


Try as I might, I just can’t get any joy from the digital curbstomping of this guy’s reputation. I’ve never served in any capacity, so I don’t have a dog in the whole fraudulent service fight. Lying about your past and experience for no other reason than to seek a shortcut to legitimacy immediately destroys a man’s integrity and trustworthiness, forever. In his desire to give his voice as an instructor an authority he felt it lacked, Corey lied about his past, was found out, and now will never be able to live it down. It’s a total waste of a life, especially since he seems to be a personable fellow otherwise.


Why did Corey feel such a need to concoct this cockamamie tale, especially in this age of digital records, google, and free-lance investigators? Because the rewards were great enough to ignore the risks. The market for firearms training has become overwhelmed with demand not for challenging classes designed to hone skills in a quantifiable manner, but for weekend mancamps with occasional shooting where supplicants can bask in the glow of a guru or a badass retelling tall tales.

Yes, Corey is a liar and a fraud, but the customer base that pays money for .mil qualifications and cool war stories over instructional ability provided the motivation. People were happily, uncritically buying what he was selling and you can’t blame the whore for the demand.

So go ahead and kick the guy while he’s down, but just as you would contemplate a post turtle, consider how he got there.

Patrick Kilchermann of Instant Accuracy, Meet the Streisand Effect. Streisand Effect, Meet Patrick Kilchermann

So about a year ago, Caleb at Gun Nuts junked the light night cable TV pitch come to the shooting community, Instant Accuracy. tl;dr: If you want a proven, skill improving at home dry-fire program, you can get better ones for less, or free.

Anyway, this didn’t sit well with pitchman Patrick Kilchermann, who was apparently unable to defend his business practices or product using logic, reason, facts or evidence, (or even been able to move his google ranking above Caleb’s review) instead resorted to the last refuge of hacks and scams: the lawsuit threat.

This is, of course, laughable and absurd. The answer to a negative review is to either improve the product by answering the criticisms, or to disprove the premises of the criticism. The threatened lawsuit does neither, and is a tacit admission of intellectual bankruptcy and weakness. I find this kind of anti-intellectual, bullying legal thuggery absolutely loathsome and while its inevitable backfiring is amusing, I am disgusted that people are burdened with the requirement to defend themselves from it.

Suing over deliberate defamation, slander or character assassination is understandable, but Caleb did nothing of the sort. Anyone who knows about shooting, and marketing, that views Instant Accuracy will see it for the As Seen On TV snake oil that it is. It would be best if Kilchermann developed a spine and/or honor and withdrew the threat, but part of me wants to see this throw down cost Instant Accuracy legal fees (of both sides) to discourage this kind of harassment of reviewers in the future.

Guns I Hate Part 2.5: Externalities of The Derp Tier

As I’ve mentioned before in this slow running series, singular anecdotes of individual guns failing or working well aren’t demonstrative in of themselves, but my observations at this month’s 2-gun match reminded me of something I had forgotten to bring up.

In my squad of a baker’s dozen shooters, the Springfield Inc XD was well represented with three examples. Remarkably for even a piece of junk like the XD, all three had at least one stoppage over five stages. You might think even a derp-tier gun could run for 40 rounds without issue, but you’d be wrong. One of them even locked up so hard it took a good fifteen minutes to get it back into action so the competitor could reshoot the stage.

This put us way behind on time and for a while we had to share a bay with the squad behind us, holding up another twelve shooters and dragging the match out.

Inconvenience was not the only problem, as encountering a stoppage while the shooter is deep into Beeper Fever can lead to some pretty hairy malfunction clearance techniques. I didn’t see any obvious 180 violations and nobody cranked off a round inadvertently, but in the excitement, people swept themselves and forgot where their trigger finger ought to be during remedial actions. This is not an issue that was the direct fault of the XD, but if your gun doesn’t go down, then you won’t have to mess with it either.



I’ve repeatedly pointed out that cheap guns, optics, holsters, belts and other ancillary gear are a false economy if you value your own time, safety and frustration levels, but if you go shooting with others, you’re also costing them wasted time and potentially putting their safety at risk because you wanted to save $50 or thought you were too much a unique snowflake to get a Glock.