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After tripping over Katey’s “firearms facts” video yesterday, I decided to do a little more poking around on her dad Bruce’s website (brucemontague.ca) and learn some more about how he came to find himself in his fracas with the CFC zombies.

Anybody who’s spent any time at all reading any of my rants likely has already figured out that I’m a firm supporter of the rights of law-abiding gun owners — I happen to be one myself — and so won’t be surprised to hear that I did have a passing familiarity with Bruce’s case. Yeah, that translates into “I knew what I read in the papers.” How unlike me 😳 is that?

Anyways… Bruce’s site has all the info you could want on how he’s been getting screwed over. He also has a page of audio and video downloads available describing what he and his family have been forced to put up with over the last couple of years, all of them definitely worth the time to check out.

Since I don’t know who hosts Bruce’s site or how much bandwidth he gets — and since I don’t think he’s going to mind getting his message spread around a little bit more — I’ve decided to pilfer the best media files from his site and post them here for my legions of adoring fans.

Screw off; I can dream.

We’ll start off today with a 15-minute fund-raiser/information vid that tells of how Bruce found himself in his predicament and what you can do to help. Be warned: it’s kind of a big video (about 14MB), so if you don’t want to stop your surfing to wait for it to load, you can just download it here (just right-click the link and save) and watch it later.
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Wow. Don’t you just love it when you’re bopping around, not really looking for anything in particular, and stumble on something that just manages to make your day? I love it when that happens. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, kinda like how Liberals must feel when they piss my money away.

Anyways, movin’ right along… I was poking about over at the LUFA site (no, not that sponge-thing, bonehead; the Law-abiding Unregistered Firearms Association… check it out) and stumbled on this little gem that put a grin on my ugly mug so big that it damn near met in the back and toppled the top half of my skull off. Yeah, it was messy. But I digress…

This here is Katey. Katey lives someplace in Canada (I don’t know where but if I find out she’s from around here, I am totally gonna try and set her up with Edward… 😉 ) and, for a thirteen year old, she is sharp as a tack. Yeah, she’s blonde and talks like a total airhead. Don’t be fooled. This kid’s smarter than a good-sized chunk of the House of Commons. See for yourself:

[UPDATE: After a little more poking around, I found out that Katey is Bruce Montague’s daughter. Some of you might remember Bruce as the law-abiding hunter and gunsmith from northern Ontario who has been fighting the good fight against our country’s bullshit Firearms Act since he was arrested and jailed under it on September 11, 2004. For more information on Bruce and his quest to have the Firearms Act declared unconstitutional, and what you can do to help, see his website.]

Yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Once again it’s that time of year. It’s now officially May first (has been for a few hours now) and just on the off chance that you might have somehow (gee, I dunno, maybe you were abandoned in the wilderness as a child and raised in a cave by wild rednecks or something) forgotten just what that means, here’s both a little reminder and the most honest explanation possible.

Ah, the simple pleasures of spring, eh?

I know; not a lot of posting getting done here lately, but I couldn’t let this pass by now, could I?

A very happy 48th birthday today to our Prime Minister, the Right Honourable Stephen Harper. 🙂

HMPM Harper was born April 30, 1959 in Toronto (nobody’s perfect, eh?), the eldest of Margaret and Joseph Harper’s three sons.

Congratulations, Steve, and many happy returns.

I had this whole post all written out.  I was surfing around, saw “14-year-old Quebec boy dies in fight over baseball cap,” and that was all I needed.  It was pretty good too, if I do say so myself.  All kinds of fire and brimstone about the YCJA, lenience, and little criminal bastards.

Yup, it was pretty good.

Then, before I hit the “publish” button, I got the odd urge to take another look.  Turns out that’s a good thing, I guess.

As many of you have no doubt heard by now, there was a schoolyard fight in Trois Pistoles, Que., apparently over a hat, and one kid was killed.  On the surface of it, this is a no-brainer for someone like me:  Kid kills, kid is little murdering bastard; let him rot.  No fuss, no muss, no excuses.  Then I got a little more details…

As near as I can tell so far — and I DON’T have all the details — the more I look at this, the more it looks like a freak incident of a schoolyard fight gone horribly, horribly wrong.  Reports like John Grant’s from CTV (see it here) are calling this a “one-punch fight.”  Not exactly the kind of brutality that I’m in the habit of raving about.

I also have to admit that this gives me a bit of a “there but for the grace of God…” feeling.  I remember getting into more than a few slobberknockers when I was young.  Looking back, I have to admit that any one of them could have had this same one-in-a-million outcome.  But it’s still just that: one in a million.

Let’s face it: boys are boys.  All the social engineering efforts notwithstanding, we are and will always be what we are.  Based on what I know at this point, this is not an example of youth run wild.  This is a schoolyard fight gone tragically wrong.

Am I advocating that the kid who is still alive be let off scott free?

NO.

You killed somebody, kid.  Whether you meant to or not, the result is the same and you need to be held answerable for that.  You’re not a murderer.  But someone is dead by your hand and, if you’re ever going to be a man, you need to take responsibility for what you do.  Involuntary manslaughter.  You did what you did.  Now you pay for it.

Could I be completely wrong in all this?

Oh, yes I could.  But this is as honest as I can be, with what I know.

Everybody — or at least, everybody that comes here with any frequency — knows damned well that I like to go on and on about things that tick me off.  It’s what I do.  Every now and then, though, something comes down the pipe that just… well, speaks volumes for itself.

The latest idiocy is nothing less than a thinly-velied appeal to vulgarity.  Nothing more, nothing less.  But then, really, just what can we expect from a carpet knight?