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One thing I noticed with these was that the lume on the dial are greener than the lume on the hands. Is it the same on the gen? Its hard to tell from gen pics.

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Amen brother. But then you have people saying registration leads to confiscation. And then tyranny and socialism and what have you. The thing I've learned in this debate is that you can't reason a man to a position that reason has not brought him to. Doesn't mean we should stop talking though.

Let's consider why Trayvon was being followed in the first place. Imagine your son, or daughter was followed by the neighborhood watch after the police told him to stand down. Pretty creepy don't you think? Your kid confronts his/her follower. And sure, he or she may have been hotheaded and may have been having trouble at school. Maybe he/she was bullying people. But he/she is only 17 right? A kid. Anyway, he/she gets shot. Your child is dead. But that's ok, right? The other guy was acting in self-defense? Did he have to use a gun? "It's worth the price of freedom (having a gun) in this country." Some will say. Sure. Maybe the kid should have had a gun too. The bottom line is, I get why you guys love guns. No other thing will make you feel as powerful. It's being a man. A man should be able to kill a person if he had to. That's what it's about. And then you attach all sorts of things to that. Freedom, self-defense, whatever.

Please enlighten me. How do widespread social welfare programs lead to (intended or not) a "lowering of the bar for acceptable levels of violence & courseness within society"? Also, thanks for discounting the experience of minorities during your hunky dory leave it to beaver years. Colored people hunted down like dogs but my my how we've lowered the bar since then.

I'm sorry but I can't let this go. Lowering the bar for acceptable levels of violence & courseness (sic)?!!! Umm...lynchings? That was pretty widespread then don't you think? How dare you imply that we've gone lower since then in terms of violence and coarseness? Try growing up black in America at any point before 1980, and I guarantee you that you will not look back fondly at those "Leave it to beaver days," when you could be killed for the color of your skin every time you stepped out your front door. Your "Sure, there were problems then (insert problem)" sounds to me like an absurd dismissal of the staggering oppression during your "Leave it to Beaver days." For chrissakes, back then they HANGED PEOPLE FROM TREES. Indeed, let me rephrase what you said up there by inserting some "politically unfashionable issues": "There were unspeakable acts of violence and evil for people of certain colors (politically unfashionable issue), but at least in those days [leave it to beaver], us white folk lived simpler, happier lives and the fact remains that we didn't have to worry about mass shootings. Sure, black people were regularly hunted down like dogs (politically unfashionable issue). But nowadays society is more violent and coarser. And I blame it on widespread Federal programs aimed at equal opportunity for all." Sir, you have yet to explain your logic.

I hope this is sarcasm. This "Leave It to Beaver Land" you speak of was certainly not the experience for us non-white folk. In fact we were literally kept out of it.

Not to veer too off-topic, but I can't resist. Does it really matter? What if he was a bad boy school bully? We should be ok with his death then? A 17 year old kid was killed. For doing what, exactly? If Zimmerman did not have a gun, I am fairly sure he would still be alive today. Maybe Trayvon should have had a gun to defend himself. I'm sure if you had 17 year old sons (or daughters, for that matter), you would want them to be able to protect themselves with a gun too, right? So this is what a free, polite society comes down to. A cold war between all. ... And please don't tell me BUT TYRANNY! Yeah, sure, I mean, look at Canada. Those poor bastards.

*Sigh* I hope that my futile replies will at least convince our dear readers that Americans are not as misinformed. Sure they did. Now imagine the rioters having guns too. Or are we going to be selective about who buys guns? Doesn't make sense does it? People will find a way, sure. But guns make it a heckuva lot easier. Imagine if that guy in China who stabbed 22 kids had exercised his due freedom and had a gun. Besides, the argument doesn't hold logic as a whole. People will find ways to do heroin, and meth. Well, I guess we should abandon drug laws then. People will find ways to sneak through the border. Well, so much for tightening immigration control. This argument doesn't work either. It ignores that what other factors could be in the equation. Here, I'll give y'all an example. Obesity rates have gun up too, and crime has gone down. I interpret this to mean that people are less hungry, therefore happier, therefore less likely to commit crime. Makes sense right? Those are the facts. Bottom line, you can't just connect two facts and make it seem like one caused the other.

Thank you for backing up my latest point.

He has since backed out on that. See his latest presser. Not that it would make a difference to you guys anyway. I'm fairly convinced that gun lovers are as attached to their penises as they are to their guns, and guns as a whole. Makes sense anyway. Which is why we get people saying that we should by all means have the right to mount 50cals on pickups.

Except on the American side a lot more people die from guns than on the other side, and we Americans continue to claim that it has nothing to do with guns. So, at least here in America, your side wins. Oh and btw, I grew up in Switzerland, where almost every male Swiss citizen over the age of 18 has an assault rifle. I can tell you now that that factoid is totally misleading. A lot choose not to keep it at home. Also, the rifles come with months' worth of military training, which I guarantee you is not fun. In fact most kids try to avoid it nowadays. It is VERY HARD to buy a gun in Switzerland. It is pretty easy to do it here. But that's the whole point right? Freedom! Thank God we're not Canada! They are TOTALLY oppressed by their tyrannical government. Hey guys, let's send them guns, so they can take down their oppressive gun laws and finally be free! I digress. Forget I said anything. Yes, I am here to change your mind. Call it quixotic but it needs to be done. So let's address this from another angle. Let's stop wasting time talking about Freedom and militias and your gun rights. As I said earlier, at the root of it, it's really about the fact that no other tool makes one feel more powerful than a gun does. I can see why that's hard to let go. Let's talk about that.

I don't think this is really about militias or freedom, rights or self-defense, and what have you. At the root of it, it's that no other tool will make one feel as powerful as a gun does.

I will leave this here, without any further comment. From Alec Wilkinson: Years ago, when I was twenty-two, I was a policeman in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, on Cape Cod, and I had a .38 Smith and Wesson. It wasn’t mine; it had been given to me on my first night of work, selected by the sergeant, who took it from a desk drawer in the chief’s office, along with another .38. He measured them beside each other then decided that one of them had a problem with its trigger and gave me what he was pretty sure was the other one. Two thousand people lived in Wellfleet, and we were a fairly informal two-car department of nine men. Somewhere Chesterton writes—I think it is Chesterton—that you cannot reason a man from a position that reason didn’t deliver him to. A few days later I was taken to the firing range and given six bullets to shoot at a hillside, which was all I could hit. It was the first time I had fired a gun, and by the time the chambers were empty I understood something: a gun was an object in which a power of nature was concentrated so forcefully that a person could use one and feel party to a solemn and thrilling mystery. The thought crossed my mind, unbidden, that if I pointed the gun at the man beside me I could end his life. I don’t mean that I had a murderous impulse, I mean that I had become aware of the authority that the gun had given me. Absent its hard, mechanical shell in my hand, I had no special power. I was just a guy. For a year I wore the gun on my hip, and it made me feel like someone of more substance than I was. One of the other officers used to say, “As long as I have Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson with me, I need fear no man.” Sometimes to search a dark building at night where a door stood open, I held the gun in front of me. Once I caught my reflection in a picture window illuminated by a streetlight, holding the gun and crouching, and I was thrilled to see that I looked like a movie star in a role, or even someone who might have a movie made about him—someone knowledgeable about and attentive to the sinewy truths of life, like in a fable. I did stupid things with the gun. When I wasn’t working, I sometimes carried it in the glove compartment of my car. (The others wore theirs under their coats or in holsters that fit into the small of their backs.) I didn’t think I would run into a need to draw the gun, but I had a girlfriend who lived three hundred miles away whom I would visit on my days off. When I was pulled over for speeding, I would say to the cop, “My registration is in the glove compartment, but I’m a cop and my gun is in there, too,” and I would not be given a ticket. Once during the winter I had driven up to Provincetown on an errand and coming back along Route 6 a car of what I took to be high-school students, or maybe fishermen, drew alongside me. This was the late seventies, when some of the people who lived in Provincetown had hard feelings for the gay people among them. The boys, taking me for being gay, I suppose, began cursing at me and pointing to me to pull over, so we could fight. I pursed my lips as if offering them a kiss, and when they began screaming and shaking their fists, I pointed my gun at them, and they fell away like bridesmaids parting at the end of the aisle. I was so excited that I sang “Me and My Uncle,” by the Grateful Dead, which is about cowboys, all the rest of the way home. I don’t think there is any mystery to understanding the passionate feelings people have for guns. Nobody really believes it’s about maintaining a militia. It’s about having possession of a tool that makes a person feel powerful nearly to the point of exaltation. What argument can meet this, I am not sure, especially since the topic isn’t openly discussed. To people who support owning guns, the issue is treated as a right and a matter of democracy, not a complicated subject also involving elements of personal mental health. I am not saying that people who love guns inordinately are unstable; I am saying that a gun is the most powerful device there is to accessorize the ego. As for the assertion that someone with a gun might have prevented one of these recent catastrophes, I can think of two things to say. One is that the idea of a solitary figure with a hand gun dispatching a man in combat gear with an assault rifle is not a sensible one. I knew only one cop who had fired his gun at someone, and he had missed the man completely. I asked what had happened, and he said, “I got a sudden case of shaky hands.” The second is that some years ago I wrote a book called “A Violent Act,” which appeared in two issues of this magazine. The book concerns the permanent shadow cast across the lives of a woman and her two little boys when a man on a rampage killed her husband with a sawed-off shotgun. This happened one morning in Indianapolis. The husband had been a probation officer who came to the man’s house for an interview. The killer shot him as he walked toward the front door, then left in a car. He drove to a convenience store where he shot the clerk when the man didn’t hand over the money from the cash register fast enough. Over the next few hours he killed a few more people and kidnapped others in Indiana and Missouri—by the end of the day he was the most sought after criminal at large in America—-and then he crashed his car beside a highway and ran into some woods and disappeared. In reconstructing the day, I sought out as many witnesses as I could find, and one was a man who had been in the store when the shotgun went off. He had had a handgun in his coat pocket. I asked why he hadn’t used it. “It just all happened too fast,” he said,” and by the time I might have got to it, he had the jump on me.”

Any chance you could send me the link? Thanks!

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Dial spacing isn't the same. At least I don't think so.

None of them have worked particularly well, all due to old parts (so servicing wasn't really an option). What's a better alternative ETA 2783? Or should I just live with hi-beat and go for the more accurate 2836-2?

Don't forget the FEMA camps. "O" will definitely lose votes because of those. You guys need more hugs.

And let me guess, the only thing stopping them is your guns? I guess I'll be thanking y'all when Obama sends his tanks on us.

Mike, let's compare your position with the one highlighted in the Onion. Hm.

^Epic win. This article sums it up pretty well. http://www.theonion.com/articles/right-to-own-handheld-device-that-shoots-deadly-me,30742/

I'm going to talk about guns. It's not politicising it because it is at the heart of how these things happen in the first place. I say this could have been prevented if the kids had received gun TRAINING and had guns themselves. I've been shooting pretty much since I could walk and I no doubt would have taken out the perp on the spot. They could have protected themselves and our freedom. Now those goddamn libtards are gonna try and take that away and we will go in the wrong direction. That's all I have to say.

He is the man. He is the legend. He's done plenty of work for me and has been more than a gentleman throughout. He is one of the people that makes this community truly great. It's the holidays, so I'm in a cheerful mood. Hear hear jmb!

Thank you! From what I've read, I think this was Zig's opinion as well. Except that the difference in quality was not considerable when you take the price into account.