I feel like a Phoenix rising from the powdered residue of my Tenifered G-19 slide...

A whittle about me...
I politics blogged for several years at www.detnews.com and got kicked off for "Liberals and their (slang for nocturnal emissions) of healthcare reform..."
I enjoyed blogging, especially linking 2nd Amendment stories to blogs.

Love to bludgeon leftards' cerebellums with my common-sense crowbar.

I work in healthcare and enjoy firearms...

Since I got back into shooting sports as an adult -- I was primarily an archery kid for a long time, and got into shooting comparatively recently -- I've had a gaping hole in my life. A dark, cavernous, maw. A terrible lacking. A sense of incompleteness, putting my entire gunpowder-soaked life off balance.

I had no shotgun!

I started with a Glock 19. My grandfather passed away and left me a couple hundred dollars, and while a part of me wanted to, y'know, pay my...

So I mentioned we've got three dogs, all girls. They're the closest Mrs. Crit and I have to kids (for now), and they're the first real pets I've had, so they kind of mean a lot to us.

When I was a kiddo, my mom got me a little Scotty dog. For our regular commute we drove past the highway signs for the Golden Gate Bridge pretty often, and I used to get a kick out of how it said "GG Bridge" -- gimme a break, I was like five! -- so naturally "GG" was an awesome...

Hi there, and welcome to the awkward introduction phase of any conversation!

Like any good superhero movie, we're going to start on this adventure with my origin story. Sadly, there will be no radioactive spiders, dying planets and kindly Kansas farmers, or anything like that. In fact, sad as it is to say, I've got no superpowers at all, so as origin stories go, maybe this one's not the most exciting, so I'll go with the short version!

I was born in California...

Supposedly low and left is "too much trigger finger" for a rightie.

What does that mean, exactly?