Merry Christmas to All

I truly hope you all had a very merry Christmas. I know I did. The Boss and I spent a lot of time with family, especially the grandchildren. Being a grandparent at Christmas is truly magical.

The Boss is the Christian of the family, not me. I'm not sure there is a God, especially one as defined by any of the various beliefs around the world. Despite that, the celebration by being with family, friends and giving is something that should be universal. And the teachings of the Christian faith need to be practiced by all. The world would be a better place for it.

The Boss gave me 3 books for Christmas, While Europe Slept, America Alone and The Obama Nation. I started reading While Europe Slept mostly because it was on top of the pile. The book is written by a NYC American who moved to Europe. The main theme is about radical Islam destroying Europe, but also delves into the different attitudes and thinking between the typical European and the typical American. Thanks to this book, I'm beginning to understand why European nations refuse to confront evil. They're such idealists that war, to them, is more evil than evil itself. In that respect, they're a lot like the loony left here in the States. I suppose that's our fault. We've supplied their nations defense since WWII. In addition they seem to have great trust in government, while we're generally the opposite.

The eldest son gave me .223 reloading dies for my AR. Sometime this winter I'll be replacing the HoloSite with a scope to test self-made ammunition. I doubt the scope will be permanent because I want it to be more of a utility rifle.

My brother-in-law gave me dies, bullets and brass for loading .44Mag Ammo. He sold his .44 and I'm waiting for Ruger to send mine back to me. Mine is a Super Blackhawk that was given to me with a destroyed barrel.

The oldest grandson, 13, is now the proud owner of an 8mm Mauser and a few hundred rounds of Ammo to go with it. He's been shooting my .22 and SKS for a couple of years now. We'll see how he likes shooting something that pops his shoulder a little.