Thursday, March 19, 2015

Unlikely Avenger: A Hell Girl Fan Fiction Story



Unlikely Avenger: A Hell Girl Fan Fiction Story

by

C V Ford

"My husband ... unfaithful ... And so blatant about it. Even having his trysts right here in our home! His philandering's been going on for years and is so dismissive towards me over it ... Mocking me. He's on top of the world right now ... Everyone adores him. If only the people knew. His popularity's made him think he's the next best thing to God. Thinks nothing can touch him ..."

"Your wish?"

"I want you to touch him ... HARD! Take him straight to HELL! A hell far worse than what he's put me through."

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The drive from the large municipal airport uneventful but for the swelling, adoring crowds of wellwishers and fans. Sidewalks crowded beyond capacity, filled with those wanting to get a look at what they thought to be more than a dream for what almost amounted a "new heavens and a new earth". Celebrity of messiah-like dimensions. This man of the hour/decade/millenium. A demi-god of hope for what more than hinted at a "second coming".

She knew better. The publicity of skilled writers and handlers covered up what would have belied the sterling image of the nations' perfect family man. Definitely NOT the saint everyone thought him. An adulterer of the first water ... and flaunting it before her out of sight of the eyes of a smitten public. If they only knew.

Sitting next to him in the back of the open topped car, she smiled and waved, helping to shore up an already more than sturdy facade. The masses needed a continuous feeding as the couples' publicity section constantly reminded them of it.

Contemplating the events of the past few weeks, she went over her present situation.

It was during a visit with her husbands' sister (The wife of a well known film actor.) in Los Angeles. Waiting at the airport terminal for the limos' arrival, she spotted a copy of the Asahi Shimbun newspaper carelessly dropped on an end table. It wasn't so much the indecipherable (To her.) three alphabet script of the page that caught her attention as it was the bold print ad in the center ... In plain English:

WE WILL TAKE VENGEANCE ON YOUR BEHALF. YOUR GRIEVANCE SHALL BE AVENGED

With following text, describing particulars.

She asked the accompanying matron of her two children the meaning of the ad. The governess replying about seeing only a blank space. Odd.

Folding the paper, she slipped it into a shopping bag.

Later in the day, she inquired the same of an aquaintance only to get the same answer. She slipped the curious object in a dresser drawer on arrival back home.

It was much later a mansion staffer told her that page the "advertisement" appeared on was part of the missing persons' section.

Two days before, after a particularly heated spousal arguement over her husbands' dalliances, her thoughts turned to the newspaper and acted on the ads' instruction.

It wasn't as if she could actually send the request. She couldn't just affix a stamp to it and drop it in the mail without security being able to scrutinize it. And the "nebulous" address certainly didn't ensure actual receipt of the letter.

No ... It was only a form of therapy for her ... a relief valve for letting off emotional pressure. She would place it in her dresser drawer as a futile reminder.

On sealing the envelope ...

She let out a startled gasp on noticing the sudden presence to her right.

She almost immediately called security just outside the mansion suites' door but something told her the black clad adolescent and the provocative looking woman with her were not an immediate threat ... and may have had something to do with the strange advertisement.

A not so short conversation confirmed it and the bargain was struck. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as the transformation process from geisha to red straw doll in hand took place.

As the car and accompanying escort/motorcade turned right, nagging second thoughts from the past twenty four hours came to the fore. As a devout Catholic, she had to do everything in her power to make her marriage work. Had she done so? Had she exhausted every venue to repair the rift made by her husband and bring him to fidelity? And the covenant made with that strange harbinger ... so ... final. Canceling out and replacing one mortal sin with another. An irreversible one.

The column of vehicles rounding to the left and downhill, she made her decision.

She would make one more try at saving their marriage. Find some other way to resolve this problem in their lives.

Opening her purse, she checked for the now not needed straw doll she had placed there but a day before.

Missing.

Her husbands' clutching at his throat, gagging and falling toward her turned her attention to him. Reaching, she drew him near. A sharp, cracking report coming but a moment after. The man in the car seat in front, looking on attentively, jerked as well from an impact also accompanied by a repeat of that same sound.

Trying to undo the tie and shirt collar button, her husbands' head jerked sharply back, a fine spray of red mist hanging momentarily. She gasped, noticing a flap of scalp and hair hanging off his heads' right side.

... she controlled her panic and climbed over the back seat,
helping one of the foot security men onto the cars. rear deck.

Seeing there was nothing she could do for the moment, she controlled her panic and climbed over the back seat, helping one of the foot security men onto the cars' rear deck.

The motorcade sped up, leaving the planned route and racing for the nearest hospital.

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After a thorough check of the hospitals' rest room, the woman was left alone, the all male security staff guarding just beyond the door.

Splashing cold water to her face, a heretofore prescence again made itself felt.

Turning toward the girl and tall woman she tearfully asked.

"Why ... Why did you ... I didn't-"

"It was not our doing," the pale one answered. "Having done so would have been quite different and your husband would never have been found."

"Then what-"

"Your covenant with me was broken on your relenting. The actions taken were by another not known to us. His dark thoughts, if any ... are his alone."

"But if-"

"Your time is long and you have much to do. Your destiny in eternity is again open. You may yet know the joys of Heaven. Your heart must, however, change. Perhaps your own holymen may be able to tell you how." (1)

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"And you may also yet-," the provacative looking one speaking for the first time, "-again find love in the arms of another. One more caring and attentive."

"Ma'am!" Medium rapping at the door by a Secret Service man. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes!" Turning toward the door. "I'm ... I'm fine. Be out in a minute."

Turning back, only the restroom tiles and empty stalls met her vision.

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2:10 PM, CBS News, Walter Cronkite reporting:

Here is a bulletin from CBS News. In Dallas, Texas ... Three shots were fired at President Kennedys' motorcade in downtown Dallas. The first reports say that President Kennedy has been seriously wounded by this shooting.

More details just arrived. These details about the same as previously. President Kennedy shot today, just as his motorcade left downtown Dallas. Mrs. Kennedy jumped up and grabbed Mr. Kennedy, she called "Oh no!", the motorcade sped on.

United Press says the wounds for President Kennedy perhaps could be fatal.

Repeating, a bulletin from CBS News, President Kennedy has been shot by a would be assassin in Dallas, Texas.

Stay tuned to CBS News for further details.

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Later, CBS News, Walter Cronkite reporting:

From Dallas, Texas, the flash, apparantly official ... President Kennedy died, at 1 PM, Central Standard Time. 2 o'clock Eastern Standard Time ...

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In Dallas the prime suspect is still being questioned. He is 24 year old Lee Oswald of Dallas. He is a former Marine who has spent some time in Russia who, at one time, applied for Soviet citizenship. He has been associated with The Fair Play for Cuba Committee ...

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IN MEMORIAM:

Jaqueline (Jackie) Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis  1929 - 1994

END

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1. This is an explaination of the plan of salvation God has provided for the individual. Usually referred to as "The Roman Road" (Most of the verses are from the Book of Romans.).

Romans 3:10-12 10)As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: 11) There is none that understands, there is none that seeks after God. 12) They are all gone out of the way, they are altogether become unprofitable; there is none that does good., no, not one.

Psalms 14:3 - They are all gone aside, they are altogether become filthy: there is none that does good, no, not one.

Romans 3:23 - For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God;

No one is blameless. If you have trouble wrapping your mind around this, think of it as you would an illness or physical condition. It is a state which we are born under.

Romans 5:12 - Wherefore , as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:

The how and why we are that way. Adam is the reason we're under the weight of sin and trapped in this deadly cycle of entropy, decay and death.

Romans 5:8 - But God commends his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 6:23 - For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Jesus is the way out. The other side of the equation. With our acknowledgement of our sinbound state we can go on to have the Lord correct that.

Romans 10:13 - For whosover shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

Romans 10:9-10 - 9) That if you shall confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in your heart that God has raised him from the dead, you shall be saved. 10) For with the heart man believes to righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made to salvation.

This is the how in regard to Jesus. Do these and the cycle has no spiritual claim on you.

Revelation 3:20 - Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Jesus is waiting for you to answer. He has been there all along knocking. It could be you just didn't (Or didn't want to.) hear it.

John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Of course, it goes without saying, "Go and sin no more". I really stink at this. However, one should always keep going back and asking the Lord for guidance and strength to resist (It's called prayer.). This is what's known as repentance, an active turning away from giving in to ones' baser instincts and it's an ongoing thing.

For guidance I strongly suggest one get in touch with a strong bible believing pastor/church in your area.

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Wikipedia article on the Kennedy assassination here.

Wikipeda article on Jackie Kennedy Onassis here.


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Friday, March 13, 2015

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Twenty Two of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story



In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Twenty Two of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story

by

C V Ford

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Repeat of DISCLAIMER from Chapter 21: I take/assume NO responsibility or liability for any and all death, dismemberment, maiming, disfigurement, scarification, injury, mishap, physical/mental trauma, property damage/destruction, or criminal/terrorist activity that may be brought about by the misuse/carelessness or malice, intended or otherwise, by other individuals of the information contained in this chapter herein.

While the ownership and use of firearms are a right (At least in the United States of America. Consult the local laws of your own country in regard to this.) it should be treated and guarded by ones' self as a sacred privilege with attendant heavy responsibilities of ones' own conduct and behavior in regard to this.

BE SURE TO READ THE RULES OF FIREARMS SAFETY AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. (1)

When one owns and uses firearms, one LITERALLY has the power of life and death in ones' own hands.

THE RESPONSIBILITY IS YOURS.

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Chapter 22: To Each Her Own

"So he comes into the shop. Had to be one of the guys in management at the Marysville Honda plant. I could tell he was fresh off the plane as he's staring around in absolute TOTAL wonderment.

"I give him a few minutes to take it all in. Looked like he was in Disneyland the way he was gawking at everything ... like ... 'WOW! These crazy Americans really ARE into guns!'

"So I ask, 'May I help you?', and he comes up ... and I swear to God and all that's holy ... He asks ... and I'm NOT kidding when I say this .... He asks ... With a completely innocent, wide eyed, beatific look on his face ... 'Can I get shot here?'"

"What!?" Takamatsu open mouthed.

"No!" Rachel open mouthed in a perfect 'O'.

Sakaki just stared open mouthed.

"Now ... I know it's not polite to bust out laughing howling out and out loud in someones' face and I didn't. My guts are siezing up. Throat constricting.  My neck and jaw tightened up so much it HURT!

"I immediately excuse myself, indicating I'm getting something and head back to the store room for two reasons: Priority One, get the giggles out ... and FAST! I still couldn't laugh out loud even back there as he'd hear so I'm heaving and choking like a stand up grand mal siezure ... Man! it hurt so much!

"After about thirty seconds of the 'dry heaves' I come out with Priority Two, our three alphabet paper (Kanji, Hirugana, Katakana.) with the welcoming blurb, rates and range rules.

"He seemed happy with that for the moment and I'm back in the store room for another bout of Priority One. Another thirty seconds and I'm back out ... Not completely flushed of the yuks 'n giggles but enough to conduct business.

"We go over the range rules and I set him up with eye/ear protection, a .38, ammo and targets. I'm with him on the range about ten minutes demonstrating safety and handling then leave him to it.

"It's then another few minutes bout of Priority One getting out the residual giggles ... My sides hurt for a couple days after, I'm tellin' ya'."

"His command of English wasn't quite up to snuff I take it?" Rachel laughing.

"Better than my then idiot Japanese."

"She's here," everyone turning to a calm Sakaki.

"That, or a very large squirrel," smiled Jack as he and the others espied the boulder now clear of the sandwich and juice.

"It's her alright," replied a chuckling Takamatsu. "Don't know how she does it but she does."

"Oh really ... ," a skeptical Rachel. "How could she? We've been watching that rock off and on all this time, we would have noticed-"

"This is VERY good O'Hara-sensei," a satisfied Shiina said from the chair next to the teacher. "What do you call this?"

"YEEK!"

Rachel jumped up on just noticing the scarfed presence next to her, looking up and calmly munching on the afore vanished sandwich.

"How ... How ... did she-?"

"It's a gift," Duffy giggled. "And the operative phrase, as you put it, 'off and on'. My guess is she moves when we're 'off' and not 'on'."

Shiina refrained from giving the man a "look". Gift? A very hard won gift indeed. All those endless hours ... YEARS ... of training. Still, the man retaught her some invaluable lessons albeit inadvertantly. And the knowledge he was imparting here was ... interesting. That and her "extra curricular activities" he kept to himself.

"It ... It's ... ," Rachel recovering from her surprise and reseating, "it's Panini. Made them from what ingredients I could get from the cafeteria kitchens."

"So how long have you been sitting there?" Sakaki curiously inquired.

"Mmmm ... enough ... ," the ninja replied, friendly ominous, relishing the food.

"I've a question Duffy-san," stated a now serious Takamatsu.

"Oh?"

"If you're on at least neutral terms with Angel, how come you're teaching Sakaki and I marksmanship?"

"It's not Angel I'm worried about."

The others, even Shiina giving a slight lean in the mans' direction, looked attentively at him.

Noting the others attention, Duffy continued.

"Before coming here, if anyone told you you'd soon end up in a neverending high school where you were eternally young ... could kill or be killed and not die ...
What would you say to that person?"

"I'd say he was baka-tai with a capital BAKA!"

"Exactly ... Now I don't know how long any of you've been here. Maybe it's been years, who knows? Compared to you, Rachel and I've been here only months. Maybe you've gotten used to it. All I can think of is how fantastic this set up is. As far as I'm concerned ... ANYTHING could happen.

"You already have a fantastic 'enemy' in Angel. Who knows what else might one day be here lurking about."

"You mean like that NPC we have as student council vice president?" Sakaki.

"That and other things." Duffy wondered as to why Yuri,and thus the rest, would keep referring to Naoi as an NPC. "Yes ... and other things."

"Other things? ... Like?"

"Before coming here, something like this would've been be so much sci-fi/fantasy to me. Anything could happen as far as the author's concerned. Now that I'm here, I have to take in the consideration of the possibility of other crazy things coming along. So far, it's just Angel and the veep.

"I've talked with Yuri off and on about this. She likens the whole situation to a video game of sorts, hence her calling the zombies NPCs."

"Yes," grinned Takmatsu, "non-player characters. She was something of a game addict before coming here."

"I remember her mentioning some games have some kind of 'fail safe' feature wherein player characters are prevented from being too powerful and may even be killed off if the game goes on too long or something. I'm not big on vid games, me being into Minesweeper and online Checkers.

"But if there's an elimination feature with my- ," the man snugged up against Rachel, "-or for that matter, Rachels' name on it, I'd like to be prepared ... And have as many friends backing me as possible and vice versa.

"Other things? Who knows? Maybe one day all those NPCs might turn on you in some way. Maybe something big and hungry might come wandering onto the school grounds from outta' the woods. Saitou says there might be something big, mean and hungry stoogeing around in that creek. Other than you battlefronters or Angel, there's no one here able to cope with something like that."

"There's you," remarked Rachel smiling.

"Or you now," the man indicating the revolver on the teachers' hip.

"I'm not sure if-"

"You will if ever the time comes ... IF. Makes me wonder ... There might even be the possibility of you," Duffy looking at the other three, " and the rest of the Battlefront having to join forces with Angel one day-"

"No way!" Takamatsu

"I don't ... think so... ," Sakaki

"... ," Shiina

"In any event, it's only rudimentary marksmanship you've learned today. Not moves and tactics. It's one thing to learn to hit the target. As you know from personal experience, combat shooting is a lot more involved."

"You got that right!" Takamatsu exclaimed.

"Could I try it?"

Duffy turned to Shiina just now finishing a second sandwich and pointing to Rachels' S&W.

"Oh?"

"To see what it's like."

"Hmm ... ," the man thought, "... and yet ... ."

Getting up they proceeded to the firing line, the rest following.

Handing the eye protection and safety glasses over, Shiina took them and put them on without question.

"She passes the first 'test'," Duffy thought. "Shows she's serious. But then, when has she ever not been?"

Setting up the targets the man walked back to the firing line.

Turning to Rachel, Shiina again pointed to Rachels' revolver.

"May I?"

Taking the wheelgun and pointing downward, the ninja girl, turning to Duffy, pressed the cylinder release, opening the handgun. Pressing the plunger, the cartridges fell into her other hand.

"Could we go over the uh ... sighting procedure? Everything else I have down."

With a lifted eyebrow, Duffy went through a quick run down, the others looking on.

Review concluded, Shiina in goggles and "phones" stepped up to the firing line as everyone donned their own eye/ear protection.


Duffy noted the way the ninja girl stood. Fighting (boxer) stance instead of the "turret" stance (Feet shoulder width apart.) as he had the others do. Ayoob grip with the index of the supporting hand an inch forward and snugged under the trigger guard.

It was just as he did. Even the supporting hands' thumb was on top of the thumb of the holding hand, as he would if holding a semi-auto in order to prevent the slide from coming back and cutting the opposable digit while in operation. A habit he stuck with even when he himself held a revolver.

Cocking back the hammer for single action use, Shiina then peered through the sights. Drawing in a breath, letting out half of it, she rested her index finger, middle of the pad of the first joint, on the trigger ... and PRESSed.

The first shot registered at "six o'clock" just touching the outside of the bullseye.

The rest of the five shot string she placed in a tight pattern at the center of the bull. All five of the next string placed center as well.

Emptying the cylinder, she turned to Rachel, handing the gun to the teacher grip first.

Turning to Duffy, "thank you. It was ... interesting."

"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" Duffy in rhetorical.

"From you."

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"Sometimes I would follow you coming here and watch. I wasn't quite sure how you did it until today when I heard your instruction. Your review of the sighting procedure with me completed it."

"It's still surprising how you scored," he answered, nodding at the target beyond.

"Concentration is everything."

"Y'know, you would do quite well if you started carrying one of these."

"I think I'll stay with what I have."

"To each her own," thought Duffy.

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"They were from Yokohama, visiting relatives working in management at the Honda plant. Had their girlfriends along, wanted to take a picture of me with a babe on either side.

"So we get into the shot and one of them indicates for the women to get in closer to me. Without thinking, I say 'ALRIGHT!' and put my arms around their shoulders and draw them in.

"There I am, close in between, with two squealing good looking babes and I'm thinking: 'Yeeeesss, life is goooood!'"

"What were the two guys doing then?"

"They laughed and one took the picture. I only held them for as long as the shot took so it wasn't like I was assaulting anyone.

"Yeah," Duffy mused, "the early '90s were a good time for me."

"Geez!," laughed Rachel who had snugged her chair up to Duffys' and was seated sideways, leaning with her back on the man, head on his shoulder. "I wasn't even ten then."

"So what's the movie this Friday?" Inquired Sakaki changing the subject.

For the past month and a half, Friday 'movie nights' in the Class C lounge had gotten to be a regular affair. Word had gotten 'round and students, wether Battlefront, sentients, or npcs, were curious as to what strange films the gaijin would be watching in the 'double feature' that week. Usually between fifty to seventyfive would be cramming the lounge every Friday.

"There's One Rachel picked out." The man had the good sense to always grudgingly accomodate for a 'chick flick', half the audience being female. Both he and Rachel had fun sneaking glances at Yuri from time to time with a more girlish expression on her face whenever she was viewing.

"Oh!?" Sakaki liked Rachels' choices.

"It's called," Rachel in reply, "The Lovely Bones." (2)

"Funny title." Takamatsu.

"It's about a young girl caught up in a situation not unlike our own."

"Worth checking out," Sakaki turning to Takamatsu.

"What's the other one?"

"The Bad Sleep Well," Duffy answering. "A flick by Akira Kurosawa from the early sixties. About corporate corruption."

The couple couldn't help but marvel. The two Gaijin never failed to surprise when a Japanese film even they hadn't heard of was revealed to be in their possession. They truely were movie buffs!

"I like the grey ones."

The group turned to Shiina. Everyone puzzled over her remark.

"Oh! ... ," realized Duffy. "You mean the older black and white movies?"

"Yes. I like them more."

"You seemed to like that last color flick."

"That one about that American samurai?"

"The Last Samurai (3), yes. The way you were laughing, you must have thought it was a comedy."

"It wasn't?"

The rest looked at one another, grinning and suppressing giggles.

Frowning on seeing the looks on their faces she continued, "I thought the ...
What is it? ... yes ... the action scenes were ... unrealistic. I never did any-"

Noting the abrupt halt in her speech, Duffy always eager to talk movies, tried continuing the conversation.

"You seemed pretty interested in the film overall."

"Before I met you and," nodding to Rachel, "O'Hara-sensei, I had only seen very few other European gaijin. Until then, I had only heard stories of, pardon the expression, 'the white hairy barbarians' from the other side of the world. That movie ... as you call it ... reminded me of one of them. He was an important one."

"By any chance, did you know his name?" Asked Rachel in a flash of inspiration.

Being the history buff he was, Jack had a good idea where this was leading.

"Uh ... I only saw him from a distance but ... yes."

"His name wouldn't happen to have been maybe William or ... Will Adams?"

Shiina returned a puzzled look.

"Um ... He was also known as Anjin Miura." (4)

The audible intake of breath from the usually quiet, stoic Shiina took the group by surprise.

"Bingo!" Duffy exclaimed silently. "She really dated herself. This definitely makes her the 'oldest' here."

"How did you-," the ninja girl cut her question in mid utterance. Smiling in realization she pointed at Rachel. "History ... right?"

"Yes ... It's what I do."

A short pall of silence fell over the group. Knowing this wasn't really the time or place for deep  historical discussion, Rachel settled on a new tack.

"Would you mind ... sitting down with me and talk sometime later this week? Just you and I?"

Shiina paused for but a moment. "I ... wouldn't mind. Maybe ... I'll think about it."

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The older two, deciding to stay longer, saw the younger three leave. Sakaki and Takamatsu hand in hand, with the ninja bringing up the rear.

"Whadaya' think, hon?"

"I think ... I'm going to have a VERY interesting history lesson for myself later this week."

"Shiina?"

"Yes, definitely," the teacher stated. "She may not be a famous 'grade A' historical figure, just a 'foot soldier' so to speak, but the insight from her perspective would be invaluable to me."

"Too bad you can't send those findings on considering our ... and their ... situation."

"A good teacher is a student all her life. For here, it's enough that I know."

As they observed the trio disappearing down into the woods toward the creek, Duffy put his arm around Rachels' shoulders.

"Hmm ... ," the man thinking to himself watching the receding Sakaki and Takamatsu holding hands.

If this continued, as it most likely would, he speculated about how long his and Rachels' chaste relationship could continue without it getting more "difficult". He wanted to honor God in all this as did Rachel. No cheapening or "messing" things up as he had in the past.

He was under no illusion as to where the kids stood on these things. Boys being boys, girls being girls. It was a wonder to him that the place hadn't turned into an eternal, non-stop teen orgy, especially in light of the fact no pregnancies ever resulted. It was still an orderly school so typical of Japan and any "dalliances" kept pretty much discrete. All the same, as a Christian he felt it incumbent to set an example for them.

Marriage? If so, how? No clergy present. And yet ... There had to be a solution for Rachel and he ... Somehow.

To be continued ...


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Notes:

1. The following are the RULES OF FIREARMS SAFETY quoted verbatim from the website of the National Rifle Association:

1) ALWAYS keep the gun pointed in a safe direction.
This is the primary rule of gun safety. A safe direction means that the gun is pointed so that even if it were to go off it would not cause injury or damage. The key to this rule is to control where the muzzle or front end of the barrel is pointed at all times. Common sense dictates the safest direction, depending on different circumstances.

2) ALWAYS keep your finger off the trigger until ready to shoot.
When holding a gun, rest your finger on the trigger guard or along the side of the gun. Until you are actually ready to fire, do not touch the trigger.

3) ALWAYS keep the gun unloaded until ready to use.
Whenever you pick up a gun, immediately engage the safety device if possible, and, if the gun has a magazine, remove it before opening the action and looking into the chamber(s) which should be clear of ammunition. If you do not know how to open the action or inspect the chamber(s), leave the gun alone and get help from someone who does.

4) Know your target and what is beyond.
Be absolutely sure you have identified your target beyond any doubt. Equally important, be aware of the area beyond your target. This means observing your prospective area of fire before you shoot. Never fire in a direction in which there are people or any other potential for mishap. Think first. Shoot second.

5) Know how to use the gun safely.
Before handling a gun, learn how it operates. Know its basic parts, how to safely open and close the action and remove any ammunition from the gun or magazine. Remember, a guns' mechanical safety device is never foolproof. Nothing can ever replace safe gun handling.

6) Be sure the gun is safe to operate.
Just like other tools, guns need regular maintenance to remain operable. Regular cleaning and proper storage are a part of the guns' general upkeep. If there is any question concerning a guns' ability to function, a knowledgeable gunsmith should look at it.

7) Use only the correct ammunition for your gun.
Only BBs, pellets, cartridges or shells designed for a particular gun can be fired safely in that gun. Most guns have the ammunition type stamped on the barrel. Ammunition can be identified by information printed on the box and sometimes stamped on the cartridge. Do not shoot the gun unless you know you have the proper ammunition.

8) Wear eye and ear protection as appropriate.
Guns are loud and the noise can cause hearing damage. They can also emit debris and hot gas that could cause eye injury. For these reasons, shooting glasses and hearing protectors should be worn by shooters and spectators.

9) Never use alcohol or over-the-counter, prescription or other drugs before or while shooting.
Alcohol, as well as any other substance likely to impair normal mental or physical bodily functions, must not be used before or while handling or shooting guns.

10) Store guns so they are not accessible to unauthorized persons.
Many factors must be considered when deciding where and how to store guns. A person's particular situation will be a major part of the consideration. Dozens of gun storage devices, as well as locking devices that attach directly to the gun, are available. However, mechanical locking devices, like the mechanical safeties built into guns, can fail and should not be used as a substitute for safe gun handling and the observance of all gun safety rules.

11) Be aware that certain types of guns and many shooting activities require additional safety precautions.

12) Cleaning

A. Regular cleaning is important in order for your gun to operate correctly and safely. Taking proper care of it will also maintain its value and extend its life. Your gun should be cleaned every time that it is used.

B. A gun brought out of prolonged storage should also be cleaned before shooting. Accumulated moisture and dirt, or solidified grease and oil, can prevent the gun from operating properly.

C. Before cleaning your gun, make absolutely sure that it is unloaded. The guns' action should be open during the cleaning process. Also, be sure that no ammunition is present in the cleaning area.

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2. The Lovely Bones (Paramount Pictures, 2009) - Produced and directed by Peter Jackson. Saoirse Ronan stars as Susie Salmon, a young lady who runs afoul of a serial killer and is (Due to her unwillingness to relieve herself of spiritual/emotional "baggage".) "trapped" in an "inbetween", neither Heaven or earth, and watching over her family. A real tear jerker. Definitely NOT recommended for old softies like me ... or YOU!

3. The Last Samurai (Warner Bros. Pictures, 2003) - Tom Cruise stars as an American military advisor to an emerging 1860s Japan who falls in with an anti-change Samurai clan and fighting on their side.

4. Will Adams/Anjin Miura (1564 - 1620) - An English trader/navigator who became not only one of the very few Europeans to become a naturalized Japanese Citizen, but also attained the ranking of Samurai.

James Clavells' book, Shogun is based on the life of Will Adams.

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I would like to thank Dima02 on fanfiction dot net for giving me an idea about "fleshing out" Shiinas' past. I've left mine vague enough by only placing her in roughly the same period of history he has, leaving him to complete that "history".

The two "incidents" regarding Japanese tourists mentioned in this chapter are among some of the many comical moments experienced by this author when working at The Powder Room and Pistol Range in Powell, Ohio back in the '90s.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Of Liberals and Quibcags



Of Liberals and Quibcags


quibcag - Quotation Introduced by Cute Anime Girl


I stumbled onto the Ex-Army blog a few months back. The quibcag idea I found to be clever. Though I do find it curious that the website is a racist one what with the anime characters being Japanese and all. All the same, I find the concept of a "quibcag" to be interesting and not all of them have a racist message as evidenced by the three presented here.

Of course it goes without saying that wether one is racist or not, one is automatically a racist when one exhibits opposition in any way shape or form to  liberals. Don't worry about it. They've called me that a lot in the past and it doesn't hurt a bit.






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Monday, February 23, 2015

Princess Tutu: WHAT THE DUCKING DUCK!

Prince Valium ... er ... Mytho and title character pair up for a duet.


Princess Tutu: WHAT THE DUCKING DUCK!


Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen it ... Yet.:

I truly enjoyed viewing Princess Tutu.

After You Tubing the trailer and hearing Debussey, Korsakov and Wagner in it, well ... being a longtime fan of classical music, I resolved to watch it. After You Tubing a couple episodes, I fell across a copy at Half Price Books and snapped it up. What I originally thought to be a cutesy vomit inducing piece of drivel, I ended up enjoying.

Of course I intend to watch it again ... but ...

I has a sad.

She's still a duck! Still a duck!

After all she did for every one she still ends up as when she started. A duck!

Having gone through all that work, pain, and almost death ...

Does she get the prince (Who sounds like the Hell Girl voiceover tryout runner-up.)?

Not the original artwork. Tutu (left) and Kraehe square off.

No! That darn Kraehe gets to keep him.

Does she get to graduate? !

No! Not as a duck she ain't!

Does she get to stay Princess Tutu?

NO!

Does she at least get to stay human at the end?

OH ... HECK ... NO!

She stays a duck!

Oh sure, she ends up with Fakir but what good is that? He's a human and she's a duck and ... And I don't want any comments from any of you sickos out there about THAT!

Darn you Drosselmeyer!

QUACK!



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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Becoming a Hate Group




Becoming a Hate Group. (This is spiritual, and may cause hives in the susceptible.)

by

Weatherly Hardy


Once again, Alabama is the center of attention, this time because of the homosexual marriage thing. Social media is full of people being loving and accepting of others' opinions on the thing ... as long as they hold the same opinion. Most of the "pro" side are lambasting "Christians" who don't think for themselves. Your problem is not that people are not thinking for themselves. It is because they just aren't agreeing with you. One person was going on about how he could NOT understand why people were so concerned with HIS relationship with HIS partner.

It's not about YOU.

This is, rightly or wrongly, about LAW. Not you, or your feewings. It's how our legal system works, especially in areas where controversy exists. It takes awhile. Life is not CSI, where problems are solved in under-an-hour.

Allow me to say that, as a rule, secular thinking and Christian thinking are not congruent. Secular thought tends to rely upon compromise and consensus, often through social sanctions being brought against opinion outliers. "Think for yourself" ultimately boils down to "Think like the herd". Whatever is cool, tony, IN, or Real George becomes common wisdom. All done in the name of independent thinking.

Christian thinking is not mere groupthink, and it is patently not meant to mean "think for yourself" (Where that means "pull a socially acceptable opinion from your backside".). Our opinions are to be based upon the revelation of God's word. It is belief and opinion based upon an external source, the word of God, the Bible. While there can be astonishing differences of opinion displayed as to what that book actually means, there is often a clear consensus on what is Good or Bad. The problems arise when admixture with secular opinion occurs, and the salt loses its distinctive flavor, as well as its power to change lives and cultures. The desire by Christians to be accepted by the world also plays a part. The current issue, and the rancor it engenders, is in large part due to believers playing politics rather than hewing to what the scriptures ACTUALLY teach, especially as concerns our proclamation to the world.

The World sees Christians as mouth-breathing throwbacks who want to saddle women with unwanted babies, who want homosexuals to be perpetually unhappy, with a heaping dollop of hell-fire when it's all over. They see us that way because we have NOT played by the rules. We have majored in things that the Bible does not. We have marched, and picketed, and tried to vote the Kingdom of God in, and here is what we have. Jesus did not picket against Jewish quislings collecting taxes for Rome. Paul did not promise Tropical Destinations to the idol-worshippers in Athens, Greece, neither did he organise Straight Pride parades in Corinth, complete with grey-scale rainbows. What did evil, hate-filled Paul do?

"For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified."

The proclamation of the Good News occupied Paul's dealings with people. All the stuff that people get bent out of shape about in Paul's writings are things he wrote TO CHRISTIANS, PEOPLE ALREADY IN THE CHURCH! They had signed up for the club, and needed to have the by-laws explained. The church has no business proclaiming or marching over anything beyond the proclaiming of the gospel. A clever fellow wrote:

   
     A local church (Athens, AL) in 2007 made the national news by initiating a Temperance Drive in an attempt to get the sale of alcohol repealed. Try as I might, I cannot see a single instance in the New Testament where Jesus, Paul, Peter, James or John initiated a march, drive, petition, or mass pout to stop people from doing something that offended. Take slavery, f'rinstance. Paul did not start a campaign to stop the Offending Practice. Brights and other annoying persons find this terrible, for clearly it meant that Paul Did Not Care, that God Did Not Care, and thus ANY modern atheist is morally superior to either if he opposes slavery (Perhaps they should stage Abolitionist Marches in Sudan.). The fact is, Paul recognised that the Gospel is the power of God unto salvation (rescue, deliverance from bondage), and was thus sufficient to quell the deed, which indeed it began to do, as believing slave owners learned the difficulty of calling Property whom he also called Brother. Long and short: you teach the Word. Do something silly like, oh...do it like Jesus said. Make disciples of the nations. That means show them, teach them HOW to live the Kingdom life. This takes years, like it took years for Jesus to teach His disciples. Saying a prayer and sitting in a pew doesn't cut it. Baptise them by the authority of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. You are promised to receive the Holy Spirit, God Himself residing in your person. This is for starters.


Back to the point. If everyone does JUST what the Word says, it will result in unity. If, however, I insist on MY neat name, MY cool new way to do the gospel, thinking MY way is THE way, then I make myself distinct from my brothers and sisters. I become the enemy of unity. I become factious, jealous of other "ministries", become angry when you don't agree with MY way.

The world will not hear us unless we are unified. They will not believe our message unless we love. They will not believe in forgiveness in Christ if the church puts on its judge's robe. Wait...it HAS no such robe, 'cos it's NOT OUR JOB.

Yes. I yelled.

Oh, wait. That was me!

Paul and the other apostles were in the discipleship business, where members of the church are concerned. We are NOT called to point the bony finger of indignation at the Sinners du Jour. God so LOVED the world...the stinky, disagreeable, rebellious world...and gave Jesus. That is to be OUR proclamation.

We should ONLY go as far in our proclaiming as Jesus and later, his apostles did. They did not preach issues. They preached Jesus, and Him, crucified.


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Friday, February 13, 2015

Liberal (And Conservative!) News Spin: This Pretty Much Says It All.



Liberal (And Conservative!) News Spin: This Pretty Much Says It All.

"Liberals are good at gotcha questions so they can use the answers as sound bites and then build a straw man so they set him ablaze on the evening news for months and then pull out the edited and liberal interpreted sound bite to ridicule the guy."

This paragraph is the opener to, How Scott Walker Could Have Answered the Evolution Question. As it could almost be a separate article by itself, I thought I'd post it.

The rest of the article here.

Godfather Politics web site here.


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Friday, February 6, 2015

In Gods' Good Time: Chapter Twenty One of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story


In Gods' Good Time

by

C V Ford

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Disclaimer: I take/assume NO responsibility or liability for any and all death, dismemberment, maiming, disfigurement, scarification, injury, physical/mental trauma, property damage/destruction, or criminal/terrorist activity that may be brought about by the misuse/carelessness or malice, intended or otherwise, by other individuals of the information contained in this chapter herein.

While the ownership and use of firearms are a right (At least in the United States of America. Consult the local laws of your own country in regard to this.) it should be treated and guarded by ones' self as a sacred privilege with attendant heavy responsibilities of ones' own conduct and behavior in regard to this.

BE SURE TO READ THE RULES OF FIREARMS SAFETY AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. (1)

When one owns and uses firearms, one LITERALLY has the power of life and death in ones' own hands.

THE RESPONSIBILITY IS YOURS.

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Chapter 21: Shooting Party


The bullet kicked up dirt a couple feet to the right and down. With the coffee can on the creek embankment unhit, the tall young lady let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I don't think I'll ever-"

"It's just going to take some time Sakaki-chan," Takamatsu explained. "It being your first time shooting and all-"

Hmmm ... Not only flinching but probably has the trigger in the knuckle joint of her finger.

"-it's a bit difficult, I know. Even I have trouble connecting at times."

As if in confirmation, the shot from Takamatsus' magnum landed the same as the tall girls' though a foot closer.

"See what I mean?" he said adjusting glasses.

That much is obvious.

"I'll hit it this time," he declared taking a shooting stance.

Ayoob grip: Both hands, index finger of supporting hand forward and snugged under trigger guard.

The young man raised the pistol.

Line up front and rear sights on target, concentrate on front sight.

Takamatsu sharply squeezed the pistols' trigger.

Trigger on pad of first joint.

Again, down and to the right, the lads' shot hit a few inches closer but still a miss.

Front sight, press.

"We both just need more practice is all."

Front sight ... PRESS ...

The hollower sounding report of the .45 startled the couple as they saw the Key Coffee can flip several feet in the air.

Mountain grown for better flavor ... Good to the last drop. Yeah, like that caffienated sugar water could hold a candle to Folgers or Maxwell House!

Turning to their left, the would-be markspersons espyed the foreigner holstering his Colt.

"Was heading to the food court, heard some noise. Thought I'd take a look."

"Yeah," the deceptively thin looking one answered. "Doing some target practice."

"Hitting any?" Smiling.

"Ummm ... not as well as we'd like."

"Actually ... Not at all," the tall girl chimed in, eyes downcast. "Just not my thing I guess ..."

Duffy knew something of the young ladys' past. She was studying veterinary medicine before her demise. Understandable that one who would be a caregiver of some kind wouldn't take to firearms as readily as most.

"Maybe the sights are off," Takamatsu speculated. "That or more practice-"

"More practice would mean practicing MORE of what's keeping you from connecting with your target. As for the sights ... ," the American extended his hand to Takamatsu. "Can I give it a try?"

"Well ... "

"Hold on to mine in the meantime," Jack suggested, handing his Colt over, butt end first.

Takamatsu took the proferred Colt.

"Careful," Duffy cautioned with a grin. "It's loaded."

Turning from the faux chagrined Takamatsu and a giggling Sakaki, Jack hefted the Desert Eagle copy. Having handled quite a few different types in the past when in the pistol ranges' employ, he was more than familiar enough with the oversized pistol.

Checking to see the two would-be shootists were behind him, he then flipped the safety and sighted on the aforementioned battered can.

The boom of the .44 mag sounded off the gorge walls as the can remnants flipped a few feet back. Another can was reduced to shards, then a third. Flipping the safety back "on", Jack handed the gun back to Takamatsu.

Turning to Sakaki, he extended his hand. "Madame?"

Recieving the semi-auto from the tall one, he turned back to the cans on the bank.


"First too big, now too little," thinking to himself as he examined the Glock copy. "Then again, maybe not. This is a .40 not a nine milly."

A repeat of the same moments before. Three cans of former Key and micellaneous juice he couldn't make the names out of, lay plugged.

"The sights ... Are just fine," declared he, still grinning, as they exchanged guns. "The problem ... Lies elsewhere."

"Then I guess we have to try harder."

"Like I said before. You'll only be trying harder at doing what keeps you from hitting the target. Waste of ammo."

The two students looked at him semi-crosseyed.

"Tomorrow's Sunday and about a week earlier than I would usually practice ... Tell you what. Meet me right here tomorrow, nine AM sharp."

"Nine in the morning!?" The disbelief on Takamatsus' face was apparant.

"Got anything better to do ... 'sides sleeping in?"

"Not really."

"But then again," thought Jack, noting the statuesque Sakaki in his peripheral vision, "maybe you do ... Get your mind out of the gutter, Jack!"

"I ... WE ... ," Sakaki gave a quite definite look towards Takamatsu. "We'll be here. Nine O'Clock."

"Be sure to bring a hundred rounds each," the man instructed turning towards the stairs up the support of the Second Entrance Bridge. "If things go right, and they WILL ... You'll probably not need to use it all. I'll supply everything else."

He turned back.

"Oh yeah. Be sure to wear something more suited to a walk in the woods."

"Why's that?"

"Were going to the little range I have up the creek. Don't want HER nosing around do you?"

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"So what's with the artillery?" Takamatsu pointing to the M1 Garand rifle slung across Jacks' back.

"And O'Hara-sensei?" Sakaki curious as to the history teachers' presence.

The two students showed up at the creek bed with customary Japanese punctuality, finding Jack as well as Rachel awaiting, clad in jeans, sweatshirts and hiking boots. The two students gym workout sweats and track shoes an improvement over the usual uniforms.

"When Jack told me what he was up to, I wanted to go along ... Find out what this 'gun culture' is about," Rachel in reply, holding up a backpack. "Made lunch for all of us."

"As for this," Jacks' thumb indicating the slung rifle. "Protection."

"From what?" Takamatsu asked.

"As you know,' the man began, handing one of two satchels to the erstwhile student, "I've done a lot of exploring the woods around here. Done a lot of walking ... a lot of looking ... seen things."

"Seen things ... ," an interested Sakaki.

"I don't know wether or not the uh ... 'resurrection factor' ... for want of a better term, is in force off the school grounds, but I have seen indications that the uh ... 'law of the jungle' is.

"I'd be keeping a sharp eye out when hiking. Seen some interesting signs of wildlife. Tracks ... deer, fox, wolves-"

"Wolves? They're extinct aren't they?" Takamatsu looked quizikly.

"In the Japan ... the world we're all from, yes. But keep in mind we're not in the Japan you're from.

This is some parallel state of being. An earth where the only human beings we know of reside here at the school.

"So I see things ... indications of wildlife, plently of it. Every so often I'll run across a scruff of feathers, bones, other signs of struggle. Not to mention, have not only seen deer and serow, but bear a couple times. BIG .. Bears. I mentioned tracks before. Sometimes of cats ... huge. Wouldn't surprise me if some were made by Siberian Tiger."

"Tiger!?" Rachel exclaimed. "Japan?"

"I've read they made it out this far." Explained Sakaki. "Japan may have had a 'land bridge' to the mainland before the glaciers melted."

"Ressurection or not, the thought of getting chewed up doesn't appeal to me. Hence ... the artillery, as you call it."

"Any sign of Iriomote cats?" Asked Sakaki in an attempt at levity.

Perplexed look on his face, Duffy turned to the tall one.

"Iriomote cats? They only come from that tiny island WAY southwest of here."

"Well I ... had one ... As a pet."

"You've mentioned that to me before. Just how DID you manage that!?" An amazed Takamatsu. "I seriously doubt the government would let you have an endangered species as a pet."

"I kept telling everyone he was a mix breed of some kind."

"No way!" Her incredulous boyfriend exclaimed.

"And how did you get him?" Rachel was curious.

"Long story but ... I guess you could say eh- ... He followed me home?"

"Riiight." A dubious Duffy concluded. "And with that, we'd best get going, burning daylight."

Rachel quickly put herself arm in arm with Duffy.

"So," she started as they began walking, "think we'll be seeing any (winking)  ... lions-?"

"-and tigers-," Jack quick on the uptake and nodding in an exaggerated manner.

"-and bears?"

"OH MY!"

The two students were momentarily taken aback on seeing Jack Duffy clasp his face with both hands in mock effeminancy, accompanied by a laughing Rachel.

"I'll lend you two the movie," he said on seeing the mildly aghast looks on the young peoples' faces. "You're gonna' love it."

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Running east/west, seemingly made to order, the several hundred yard range was a small grassy plateau a mile and a half north of the school grounds. A  small leanto consisting of log and tarp at east end with a sharply jutting rock ridge west making for a perfect backstop. All could now see what it was Jack had been "spending" those meal tickets on. The rudimentary camp furniture and equipment stored there made things definitely less primative.

In less than an hour and a half of trainings' commencement, Jack was quite pleased. All three students (Rachel a pupil for the moment.) had progressed nicely. His insistance on eye and ear protection was initially met with resistance. After all, if ones' ears "healed up" soon after, why bother?

"On my range, safety first, no exceptions, no questions." (1)

 The photocopied NRA (2) sanctioned targets (12 inches across with 3 inch bullseye.) set 21 feet away, were off putting at first. Wouldn't cans do?

"We're going for precision and accuracy first. Plink later if you want."

Twentyone feet?

"Most 'social situations' happen within 21 feet or less. Even an out of shape assailant can get to you within two seconds at that distance."

Sighting in was a literal "eye opener".

"Don't try to focus on sights and target at the same time. The human eye can't focus on two or more points at different distances. Go back and forth, rear sight, front sight, target and back again. Line your sights up with the bullseye then CONCENTRATE on the front sight."

"My sights disappear in the bullseye," said Takamatsu. "Can't see 'em."

"For purposes of training, make as if the bull is resting on top of the front sight. This is what's called the 'six o'clock hold'."

"I'm right handed but I 'see' better using my left eye," an uncertain Sakaki explained. "Is that wrong?"

"It's Okay. Unlike most right handers, you're left eye dominant. A lot of folks shoot 'cross eyed' and do just fine. Whatever works for you."

One at a time, five shots each, Duffy supervised, noting their inability to connect.

"Part of the reason you're hitting down and right is you're 'squeezing' the trigger instead of 'pressing' it."

All three expressed confusion as to the difference.

"Think PRESS not squeeze. When you think squeeze, your brain subconciously makes your whole hand squeeze thus changing point of aim. With right handed folks it tends to go down and to the right. Down and to the left for lefties.

"Thinking PRESS, you instead only use your trigger finger. Think of it as something like reaching around an appliance and PRESSing the reset button. Only your finger moves, not the whole hand.

"Having the trigger in the joint of your finger also contributes to changing point of aim. Have the trigger on the first PAD of your finger. Then PRESS ... straight back."

The next set showed some improvement. Mostly closer, even a hit or two on the bull.


Taking Rachel, the out and out novice, Duffy had her 'dry fire' (unloaded) the old Smith and Wesson .38 he had lent her.

"Watch what she does here. This is something you two have been doing as well."

Hammer clicked on the empty chamber.

"Now ... What ... did she do?"

"Yes!" Rachel with a dubious eyebrow raised at Jack. "Just WHAT did I do?"

"Um ... ," Sakaki, hand raised, started to speculate. "I noticed the front of the gun go down oh so slightly just as she sque- ... uh ... PRESSed ... the trigger."

"It's something you're all doing ... Flinching."

!?

"Anticipating the shot. As you're pressing, just as the triggers' about to 'break', you blink and push slightly forward on the gun. That also causes the point of aim to go down.

"Don't anticipate the shot. Let each shot be a 'surprise'. Don't worry ... relax ... You're on the correct end of the weapon."

After a short break, they were again, one at a time, put through a five shot string. All three scored at least three each on the bull.

"Good!," Duffy exclaimed. "Now is the time to practice. PRACTICE ... what I've told you."

All three shooters lined up this time, six feet apart. They were to fire five shot strings at their own pace, Duffy going up and down behind supervising.

"Ready on the left ... Ready on the right ... READY on the firing line."

After a couple "sets", with some observational correction from their instructor, the three not so novice
shooters were scoring at least four out of five or better per string.

Gathered round Duffy gave his appraisal.

"All three of you did a LOT better than I expected. Rachel especially."

"Why is that?" A slightly perplexed Takamatsu. "It took me a bit longer to pick up on it all though I did get it finally."

"That's 'cause you're a guy." Duffy grinned.

"What? How can-"

"I think what Duffy-sensei is trying to say," a beamingly proud Rachel O'Hara putting an arm around a blushingly surprised Sakaki, "is that girls kick ass!"

"Self flattery will get you no where my dear," the man softly retorted in faux suavity, grin still affixed.

"Oh?" Hands on hips, Rachel went into 'teacher scold mode' still smiling. "Just what IS it then?"

The man touched a left index to the side of his nose and commenced.

"As we all know, women and men are different. Our mentalities are wired differently from one another. Women are the gatherers and nurturers, men are the hunters and fighters. All their lives women are told to stay away from the 'boys toys' and vice versa. The females are into chick flicks whereas you and I, Takamatsu-san, watch the action/adventure stuff.

"Men are much more into activities that emphasize that of the hunter and fighter than women. We have preconcieved ideas as to what one does with such tools and pastimes.

"As men are of a more aggressive/assertive nature we tend to stick by what we already know or THINK we know when it comes to just about any subject. Thus, we are more resistant to taking and assimilating instruction.

"Women, on the other hand, being the nurturers and caretakers tend to empathise more and take to instruction easier. They're more willing to listen to and assimilate information. They tend to follow instructions more closely than men.

"The other factor is that because Rachel had absolutely no experience with firearms and Sakaki only a little exposure after coming to this strange place, they had little to no preconceptions and bad habits to unlearn.

"Whereas YOU Takamatsu-san, and I at one time-"

"Too many Sonny Chiba flicks!" Takamatsu beating Duffy to the punch.

"It's just entertainment to me 'skinny' one ... Nothing more."

"Suuure it is."

"And with THAT!" Rachel at the leanto holding up the backpack. "LUNCH!"

Getting situated, folding chairs in a row outside the leanto, Duffy set a wrapped sandwich and a can of juice on a low boulder twenty feet distant.

"What's this about?" Rachel inquired looking about at the boulder and the seating arrangements. "And why five chairs? There's only four of us."

"Remember when I said pack extra?"

"That's 'cause you're a big eater, right?"

Taking a seat, Jack pointed at the food on the rock.

"Bait."

To be continued ...


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(1) The following are the RULES OF FIREARMS SAFETY quoted verbatim from the website of the National Rifle Association:
   
1. ALWAYS keep the gun pointed in a safe direction.
   
This is the primary rule of gun safety. A safe direction means that the gun is pointed so that even if it were to go off it would not cause injury or damage. The key to this rule is to control where the muzzle or front end of the barrel is pointed at all times. Common sense dictates the safest direction, depending on different circumstances.
   
2. ALWAYS keep your finger off the trigger until ready to shoot.
   
When holding a gun, rest your finger on the trigger guard or along the side of the gun. Until you are actually ready to fire, do not touch the trigger.
   
3. ALWAYS keep the gun unloaded until ready to use.
 
 Whenever you pick up a gun, immediately engage the safety device if possible, and, if the gun has a magazine, remove it before opening the action and looking into the chamber(s) which should be clear of ammunition. If you do not know how to open the action or inspect the chamber(s), leave the gun alone and get help from someone who does.
   
4. Know your target and what is beyond.
   
Be absolutely sure you have identified your target beyond any doubt. Equally important, be aware of the area beyond your target. This means observing your prospective area of fire before you shoot. Never fire in a direction in which there are people or any other potential for mishap. Think first. Shoot second.
   
5. Know how to use the gun safely.
 
 Before handling a gun, learn how it operates. Know its basic parts, how to safely open and close the action and remove any ammunition from the gun or magazine. Remember, a guns' mechanical safety device is never foolproof. Nothing can ever replace safe gun handling.
   
6. Be sure the gun is safe to operate.
   
Just like other tools, guns need regular maintenance to remain operable. Regular cleaning and proper storage are a part of the guns' general upkeep. If there is any question concerning a guns' ability to function, a knowledgeable gunsmith should look at it.
   
7. Use only the correct ammunition for your gun.
 
 Only BBs, pellets, cartridges or shells designed for a particular gun can be fired safely in that gun. Most guns have the ammunition type stamped on the barrel. Ammunition can be identified by information printed on the box and sometimes stamped on the cartridge. Do not shoot the gun unless you know you have the proper ammunition.
   
8. Wear eye and ear protection as appropriate.
   
Guns are loud and the noise can cause hearing damage. They can also emit debris and hot gas that could cause eye injury. For these reasons, shooting glasses and hearing protectors should be worn by shooters and spectators.
   
9. Never use alcohol or over-the-counter, prescription or other drugs before or while shooting.
   
Alcohol, as well as any other substance likely to impair normal mental or physical bodily functions, must not be used before or while handling or shooting guns.
   
10. Store guns so they are not accessible to unauthorized persons.
   
Many factors must be considered when deciding where and how to store guns. A person's particular situation will be a major part of the consideration. Dozens of gun storage devices, as well as locking devices that attach directly to the gun, are available. However, mechanical locking devices, like the mechanical safeties built into guns, can fail and should not be used as a substitute for safe gun handling and the observance of all gun safety rules.
   
11. Be aware that certain types of guns and many shooting activities require additional safety precautions.
   
12. Cleaning
   
A. Regular cleaning is important in order for your gun to operate correctly and safely. Taking proper care of it will also maintain its value and extend its life. Your gun should be cleaned every time that it is used.
   
B. A gun brought out of prolonged storage should also be cleaned before shooting. Accumulated moisture and dirt, or solidified grease and oil, can prevent the gun from operating properly.
   
C. Before cleaning your gun, make absolutely sure that it is unloaded. The guns' action should be open during the cleaning process. Also, be sure that no ammunition is present in the cleaning area.

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(2) NRA - National Rifle Association. The United States' premier organization in the promotion of firearms safety, the shooting sports and political activism in the preservation of the right to keep and bear arms.


Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford

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In Gods' Good Time chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

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National Rifle Association website here.


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Monday, February 2, 2015

A Letter To Heaven: This REALLY Got to Me!






















I guess there's a lesson to be learned here. To "keep looking up" otherwise one might miss out on what God is doing for us.

Stumbled across this on the net. Thought I'd share ...

Jus' sayin' ...


Beneath the Tangles (Christian anime website.) here. I did not get the above illustrations from there but think this link appropriate.


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