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Firings watch.

Friday, May 29th, 2026

The NYPost is reporting the firing of Sean Hudson as “Director of Community Relations” for the Washington Nationals.

This is actually kind of amusing. Mr. Hudson was apparently fired as fallout from a James O’Keefe video, in which he said “…the team doesn’t use pitcher Trevor Williams in video promotions on social media due to his religious beliefs.”

I don’t have a Twitter account, and I apparently have issues embedding Twitter. So here’s a link from the NYPost article.

“The Dodgers had a group… who were drag queens who sometimes dressed up as nuns. He [Trevor Williams] went on social media like… ‘This is my religion. You all are mocking it.’”
“Because of that, we [Washington Nationals] don’t use him [Trevor Williams] on social [media].”

“Like, when they’re like, is a hot dog a sandwich? And like, the players come up, you know what I mean? Like, we [Nationals] don’t ask him [Trevor Williams].”

What? Does that make any sense to anyone?

“If you ever come to a Nats game, there is someone on our team who is responsible for figuring out everything about you and assigning you into a bucket of people. If you’re accepting cookies, we’re getting a plethora of your Google history.”

Well, that’s kind of interesting, too.

Derius Swinton II out as “senior special teams assistant” for the Steelers. He was hired about three months ago. “Reports” say the firing was for a violation of team policy.

And speaking of Catholicism…

Monday, May 25th, 2026

…Pope Leo just dropped his first encyclical! And it is relevant to our interests!

“Magnifica Humanitas: On Safeguarding The Human Person In The Time Of Artificial Intelligence”.

6. For this reason it is necessary to begin a shared discernment process for identifying the spiritual and cultural roots of ongoing transformations. If we focus only on contingencies, we risk letting the succession of emergencies dictate the direction of our path. We are living through a rapid phase of transition, a “change of era,” in which — while some are vying for the future of new technologies and others dedicate themselves to reflecting on the matter — most people are watching and waiting, observing from afar and merely hoping for the best. For this very reason, crucial questions impose themselves on our conscience and can no longer be avoided: Where are we going? Toward what goal do we wish to orient ourselves? What direction should we choose as a people and as a human community?

Reminds me of a quote I rather like, and use from time to time at work:

“If you have a routine, you can always deviate from it if something comes up. But if you don’t have a routine, then everything is stuff that comes up.”

–Don Winslow, The Winter of Frankie Machine

Memorial Day.

Monday, May 25th, 2026

I got nothing. I’ve been busy, occupied with personal issues, and a little under the weather, and didn’t have time to put together a good (or even decent) post.

So instead, I’m going to point you at a documentary that’s about 30 minutes long: “No Greater Love”.

This covers the four Catholic chaplains who received the Medal of Honor, and who I have written about previously:

Fr. Joseph O’Callahan
Fr. Emil Kapaun
Fr. Vincent Capodanno
Fr. Charles Watters

NRA annual meeting: more collected thoughts.

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2026

I added both an “NRA” category (for general NRA things) and a subsidiary “NRAAM” tag for annual meeting coverage. This should make things easier next time I want to print off my NRAAM coverage for a press pass (though they never ask to see that). But that won’t be for a while: the next two annual meetings are in Atlanta and Orlando.

FotB Andrew sent over a link to the HouChron‘s coverage of the meeting (archived).

Oddly, I never made it back to the press room after I picked up my credentials. The last time I went with credentials, the snack and drink offerings in the room were mingey, and I intended to see if they were better this year.

The quality of the tchotchkes seemed off this year. Mostly pens, pins, stickers, and morale patches. And paper. So much paper. Oddly, also, a lot of lip balm. Hogue was giving away those really nice gun mats again, in two different sizes, which I would say was the best giveaway of the show. Buy stuff from Hogue. Second best: lens pens from Holosun. Buy stuff from Holosun. Also, I really like the foam earplugs Aguila hands out: they are cheap and disposable, but they’re also compact enough to slip in a go bag, just in case I get a chance to shoot and didn’t bring my full range bag.

I did buy the Hi-Lux scout scope (previously). I got it at a slight discount as a show special. Rings are on order. (Ruger‘s customer service was incredibly nice and helpful when I called them to ask what rings I needed.)

Note: for most vendors, it is this blog’s policy that we will pay full retail for products, or a “special show price” that’s generally available to everyone at the show. I won’t accept free merchandise from most vendors. Though if SIG wants to send me that .22 Creedmor for review, or Glock wants to send me a gun, or CZ wants me to review those Spitfire inspired CZ 75s, I won’t turn them down.

One of the things that I don’t think gets enough appreciation at NRAAM is the collector’s organizations, which are grouped together (towards the back of the show) in what we like to call the “collector’s ghetto”. These groups put together excellent displays that take a lot of time and effort: if you ever go to an annual meeting, you should make a point of visiting this section. We had a great time hanging out with my friends in the Association, who were also gracious about offering us water and seats when we needed them. I also belong to the Winchester Arms Collectors Association, and they had a nice (but smaller) display. Both of the Ruger collectors associations were there as well, but I didn’t see the Remington collectors.

Wilson Combat wasn’t there, which disappointed me. I’d been holding out until the meeting to buy a copy of Mr. Wilson’s new book. Now I guess I have to mail order it.

One thing that I thought was incredibly neat was the leather gun racks from South Texas Slings. Here’s how it works: you have two leather straps. At the top of each one is a clip that goes on to the support post for your car’s headrest. At the bottom is a metal clip, kind of like a belt clip but a little larger, that clips on to your seat back pocket. (The clip position is adjustable.) You put one strap on each seat (front or rear).

The straps have two adjustable leather loops. Once you’ve got them attached to the seats, you can just slide your long gun in and adjust the loops to fit. Viola! It’s like a pickup truck gun rack, except made out of leather and for your family sedan, and doesn’t obstruct your rear window!

I find this a very clever idea: I missed out on the show special, but I just ordered a set of these for the Honda. (I don’t plan to keep guns in the car, but I do want a better solution for taking long guns to the range.)

One of our party also greatly admired the work of Modern Rugged Leather, and I concur: they make some nice looking gear.

We were walking around and went past the 4D Reamer Rentals booth. Now, I do not need a chamber reamer at all: I would leave this to a professional gunsmith. But a flyer on the table headlined “Ackely Headspace” caught my eye. Turns out, one of the principals of 4D Reamer Rental is the guy who wrote the book on P.O. Ackley (which I’ve read and recommend). So we had a good conversation.

I do think we saw the Bear’s Leg at the Henry booth, but I wasn’t paying much attention. As someone who is into the .45-70, this really does not fill a need for me. But I can absolutely see a backpacker in bear country carrying this, and I would gladly try one if someone offered.

We had very good meals at Killen’s Barbecue in Pearland, and Goode Company Seafood. We had a spectacularly good meal at the Rainbow Lodge. (I’d been to both Goode Seafood and Rainbow Lodge before.) Our other meal was really just snacks and appetizers at the GOA mixer (previously mentioned in this space), because none of us was really hungry. Breakfast was at the hotel (the Wyndham Downtown) and was good but a little pricey.

The nice thing about the hotel was that it was literally across the street from a church. Since the exhibit hall closed at 5 on Sunday (and we left a little before that, having seen everything) I was able to hit the 5:30 PM Mass (or, as a friend of mine calls it, “the desperado’s mass”, because that’s your last chance for the day).

It really is a beautiful church.

I think this pretty much covers everything I wanted to hit from NRAAM. If I think of anything else, I’ll post an update. And I owe everyone a gun book post (actually, more than one), coming soon.

NRA annual meeting: day 2.

Sunday, April 19th, 2026

Miles walked yesterday: 3.1.

I’m sorry I didn’t blog last night, but we got back from dinner fairly late, and I was so knackered I pretty much went straight to bed. I am getting too old for this (stuff). (My birthday is tomorrow.)

I did end up seeing everything yesterday, or at least I’m pretty sure I did. It seems like a smaller, more subdued show this year.

Number of protestors seen or heard: zero.

We had a great conversation with the folks behind Lox and Loaded, “A Jewish Owned and Operated Shooting Club”. I am not, of course, Jewish, but I support my Jewish brothers and sisters, and I think more Jews (and others) shooting is a great thing.

These same people also make a waterless hand cleaner, Tactical Grit, which they claim is highly effective at getting lead off your hands after shooting. Three of us bought some, so look for reports on that to come.

I bought a couple of shirts. Including a Hawaiian shirt…from Trijicon. After action report to come.

We had a chance to talk to folks at Ruger, and got answers to two burning questions: they are ramping up production of .22 Creedmor rifles. (We saw some in the retail channel around Christmas, but were told they were a special run for a distributor.) And they are planning to produce more left-handed guns, but would not promise a .22 Creedmor in left. “If the demand is there…” was the way they put it.

I hope to be able to post more later. If not tonight, over the next few days. Though Monday is mostly going to be a travel day.

Jesus Christ and Saint Peter were unavailable for comment.

Thursday, April 9th, 2026

Chicago’s American League team will give fans who purchase special tickets to their Aug. 11 game against the Reds a White Sox-themed pope hat in honor of Chicago native and White Sox fan, Pope Leo XIV.

For the record, I did ask Ken White if he had any comment, but he had not responded by the time I posted. If he does respond, I will update here.

Happy April Fool’s Day!

Wednesday, April 1st, 2026

The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives quietly published a new guidance document Tuesday morning titled Clarification of Terms Related to Firearms, Firearm Accessories, Firearm Components, Firearm-Adjacent Items, and Other Items Which May or May Not Be Firearms Depending on Circumstances and Configurations, and before you ask, yes, that’s the actual title.

Page 39 introduces the concept of a “firearm-adjacent device,” which the document declines to define, but notes that such devices “may be subject to future rulemaking.”
The document also helpfully clarifies that forced reset triggers are not machine guns, except when they are.

My brother sent this over. It is an oldie, but a good one.

By way of Revolver Guy, the NAA Plug:

The NAA Plug is built around a detachable, AR-style pistol grip that’s been modified to accept the small, single-action rimfire when it’s folded into a recess in the front strap of the grip.

I can’t tell if this is an April Fool’s joke or not: Smith and Wesson is giving away third-generation autopistols. (Explained.)

Not gun related, but I do find today’s XKCD kind of clever, if theologically unsound. (Who would be there to ask for dark mode support? Humanity wasn’t created until the sixth day.)

Vatican Justice!

Tuesday, March 17th, 2026

Cardinal Giovanni Angelo Becciu, former chief of staff to Pope Francis, was convicted by the Vatican’s criminal court in 2023 of various financial crimes.

Today, his conviction was overturned on appeal.

The NYT article is mostly bullet points:

Most charges related to a London real estate deal that cost the Vatican millions of euros.

In 2023, Cardinal Becciu and others were convicted on some charges and acquitted on others. Defendants included former Vatican staff, financiers, consultants and an intelligence expert. All appealed.

In a 16-page ruling, the appeals court said that Vatican prosecutors committed procedural errors that warranted a new trial.
The court ruled that the prosecutors had unfairly withheld evidence.
One of Pope Francis’s secret law changes let prosecutors act without judicial oversight. The appeals court said the defendants should have known of the change.

The NYPost also has a story that is less bullet-pointy and more sensational.

Defense lawyers said such a ruling was enormously significant if not historic, since it amounted to a Vatican court declaring that an act of the pope had no effect.

The case had as its main focus the Vatican’s investment of $413 million in a London property. Prosecutors alleged brokers and Vatican monsignors fleeced the Holy See of tens of millions of dollars in fees and commissions to acquire the property, and then extorted the Holy See for $16.5 million to cede control of it.
The original investigation spawned two main tangents involving Becciu, once a leading Vatican cardinal and future papal contender. He was convicted of embezzlement and sentenced to 5½ years in prison. The tribunal convicted eight other defendants of embezzlement, abuse of office, fraud and other charges and imposed tens of millions of dollars in restitution to the Holy See.

This whole thing seems kind of crazy. And I’m looking forward to the true crime book.

By the way: Catholic Answers explains papal infallibility for you.

Obit watch: March 5, 2026.

Thursday, March 5th, 2026

Master Gunnery Sgt. Juan Jose Valdez (USMC – ret.). He was 88.

Sergeant Valdez was the last American service member out of Saigon on April 30, 1975.

Master Gunnery Sgt. Valdez was the senior noncommissioned officer in a detail of Marine security guards at the American Embassy, a last outpost of U.S. power in what was then South Vietnam.

Sergeant Valdez and his fellow Marines maintained order as a procession of Sea Stallion and Sea Knight helicopters swooped in and lifted off from the embassy grounds and the rooftop of the chancery building within the embassy compound, as some 2,500 frantic people crowded inside it and others desperately tried to scale the walls.

Before loading helicopters at the embassy, Marines searched evacuees for weapons and threw any they found into a swimming pool. At dawn on April 30, Ambassador Graham Martin, carrying the American flag that had been lowered in the compound, boarded one of the last flights out. Sergeant Valdez and a handful of Marines stayed behind to protect his departure.
Panicked civilians soon broke through the gates and surged up the stairways of the chancery. The Marines retreated to the rooftop, barricaded the access door and waited for their own ride out. They could see North Vietnamese troops converging in the street.
Maj. James Kean, the commanding officer of the Marine guards, recalled years later in an interview with CBS News, “There were 17 divisions of North Vietnamese coming across the bridges into Saigon, and when the sun came up, we saw them.”
When the last helicopter, a CH-46 Sea Knight, descended to the rooftop, Sergeant Valdez stood back as Major Kean and nine enlisted men got on board first. Sergeant Valdez was nearly left behind: He was thrown off balance and fell on the rear boarding ramp as the pilot lifted off.
“The ramp, you could see behind me, it was starting to go up, and that helicopter wanted to get the hell out of there,” he recalled in a 2021 interview.
Staff Sgt. Mike Sullivan, one of the men already onboard, told The Los Angeles Times in 1990 what happened next.
“I looked at the back of the helicopter door, and I noticed two hands hanging there,” Sergeant Sullivan said.
Sergeant Valdez was grabbed and pulled aboard. It was approximately 8 a.m. on April 30, 1975. After a 30-minute flight, the chopper arrived at the U.S.S. Okinawa offshore.

Lou Holtz.

When Holtz, slender and bespectacled, arrived at Notre Dame in 1986, taking on college football’s most pressure-packed post, he hardly projected the image of a tough coach who might inspire his players to win one for a latter-day Gipper.
“I’m not very smart and I’m not very impressive,” he remarked. “I’m 5-10, weigh 152 pounds, speak with a lisp, appear afflicted with a combination of scurvy and beriberi, and I ranked 234th in a high school class of 278.”

Holtz’s teams compiled a 249-132-7 record in his 33 years as a collegiate head coach. In his 11 seasons at Notre Dame, his teams went 100-30-2, placing him second in career victories at South Bend to Knute Rockne’s 105. He took the Irish to nine consecutive major bowl games, winning five of them.

He did have a short and unsuccessful season with the New York Jets in 1976, which was also Joe Namath’s final season.

His team was 3-10 when he resigned with one game left in the season, walking away from a five-year contact to become head coach at the University of Arkansas.
“God did not put Lou Holtz on this earth to coach pro football,” he said.
In his memoir, he wrote, “My short-lived tenure in the N.F.L. has been a source of embarrassment for me, not because the Jets didn’t do very well under my leadership (they did not), but as a result of a so-so commitment on my part.”

When he was 28 years old with three young children, little family savings and his prospects of becoming a collegiate head football coach in doubt, Holtz set down life goals, professional and personal. He came up with 108 items.
While Notre Dame was preparing for its 1989 Fiesta Bowl game with West Virginia, he said he had accomplished 84 of those goals, among them sitting next to Johnny Carson on “The Tonight Show,” meeting the pope and dining at the White House.
Holtz, a practicing Roman Catholic, met Pope John Paul II while touring the Vatican. Even before his award from President Trump, he was invited to the White House by President Ronald Reagan (who in the role of Notre Dame’s George Gipp in the 1940 film “Knute Rockne All American” implored Rockne from his deathbed to “just win one for the Gipper”). He also accepted invitations from Presidents George H.W. Bush and Bill Clinton, who was governor of Arkansas during part of Holtz’s coaching tenure there.

Awful Announcing:

He would go 60–21–2 across seven years at Arkansas, but was fired in 1983 amidst debate over his TV ads endorsing conservative senator Jesse Helms. Holtz’s exit was painted as a resignation under pressure at the time, but athletic director Frank Broyles admitted it was a firing in testimony in a 2004 case, saying, “I felt like he was losing the fan base with things he said and did.”

ESPN.

Relevant to my interests.

Wednesday, February 11th, 2026

I have my share of issues with The Firearm Blog. But one thing they’ve been doing that I do like is “Small Business Spotlight”. Yesterday’s entry pushed my buttons:

The Armed Papist.

The Armed Papist is dedicated to promoting responsible gun ownership through the lens of Catholic teaching, upholding the sanctity of life, peace, and justice. Guided by the principles of the Catholic faith, seeking to educate individuals and communities on the ethical and moral responsibilities of firearm use, fostering a culture of safety, respect for human dignity, and the common good. Through comprehensive education, spiritual reflection, and community engagement, aimed to empower individuals to make informed, conscientious decisions that contribute to peace and uphold the values of love and protection for all of God’s creation.

As everyone knows, Bob, I already have my own official trainer. But Rick Barrett looks interesting as heck, and it seems like he’s up near Waco, which isn’t too far for me. I think I’d like to spend some time hanging out and talking with him.

And there’s a lot of good resources on his site about how Catholic social teaching interacts with the idea of self-defense. I think this site is worth a bookmark.

Miscellany.

Monday, September 29th, 2025

Another quote for your pleasure:

Remember when you see one of those kitchy “What Would Jesus Do” thingies — beating people with whips, suplexing them into the street, and fast-pitching tables and chairs at them is an option. Just saying.

I don’t have room for this elsewhere, so: my thanks to SP RN and Bones. I finished Metzger’s Dog over the weekend, and their recommendations were right on target.

Obit watch: August 21, 2025.

Thursday, August 21st, 2025

Flight Lt. John Cruickshank (RAF – ret.). He was 105.

He and his crew were flying a submarine patrol mission in a Catalina flying boat on July 17, 1944 when they spotted a U-boat. They made a first pass over the boat, strafed it, and tried to drop depth charges. The depth charges didn’t release. So they made a second pass at the submarine.

But the submarine’s crew had them lined up in their sights. The Catalina, and Lt. Cruickshank, were shot all to hell. The bombardier was killed. Lt. Cruickshank managed to release the depth charges and sink the sub.

The crew put him in a bunk for the return flight back to base, which was five hours.

John Appleton, an airman who helped the flight lieutenant after he was hit by shrapnel — his injuries included two serious lung wounds and 10 penetrating leg wounds — told the Imperial War Museum in a 1995 interview that he was sure his commanding officer was mortally wounded. He meant to keep him comfortable as he died.
“I realized he must be in terrible pain,” Mr. Appleton recalled. “I can see blood started to soak through into his chest, even through all his pullovers and flying gear, and so on. But he hadn’t mentioned any of this at all.”

Lt. Cruickshank refused morphine for his pain. He knew that the co-pilot couldn’t land the plane by himself. He actually kept the plane flying for another hour once they got back to base, so they could land in daylight. And he had the crew carry him back to the cockpit and prop him in his seat so he could help land the plane.

With hands hovering shakily over the controls, he coached the co-pilot through the descent and a water landing. A doctor rushed aboard to give him a blood transfusion before he was evacuated.

Lt. Cruickshank was awarded the Victoria Cross for his actions. He was the last surviving Victoria Cross recipient from WWII.

…he told The Daily Telegraph, “The citation said ‘showed great courage’ and all that nonsense, but a lot of people would have done that in those circumstances.”

This was literally just published as I was writing this: James Dobson, of “Focus on the Family”.

Reminder.

Friday, August 15th, 2025

The Catholic Church has more compassion for people who have died by suicide than science fiction fandom.

Obit watch: July 1, 2025.

Tuesday, July 1st, 2025

The last of the cousins has died.

Jimmy Swaggart.

As Jimmy Lee grew older and more certain that he was on the path of the righteous, he prayed for the salvation of his first cousin, Jerry Lee Lewis, the early wild man of rock ’n’ roll who married several times (one bride was his 13-year-old cousin) and who thumbed his nose at conventional morality, as the writer Nick Tosches recounted in “Hellfire,” his biography of Mr. Lewis.
The country singer Mickey Gilley was also a first cousin to both Mr. Swaggart and Mr. Lewis. About the same age, the three boys were childhood companions. They learned to play an uncle’s piano and occasionally disobeyed their parents by going to a Black nightclub, where they were entranced by the music and dancing, Mr. Tosches wrote.

And he could be a hypnotic speaker. “I don’t know of anyone in America, religious or secular, who can hold a crowd better,” William Martin, a Rice University sociologist who has studied the evangelical movement, told The New York Times in 1988. Mr. Martin said a friend who was a lawyer had told him, “I don’t believe a word he says, but I don’t know anyone in the world who’s better with a closing argument.”

Memorial Day 2025.

Monday, May 26th, 2025

My oldest nephew got married this past weekend.

While it was certainly a fun time, it was also a busy one, so I didn’t have as much time to prepare a Memorial Day post as I would have liked.

I’ve written before about the Catholic chaplains who have received the Medal of Honor. You can find those posts here, here, here, here, and here.

There are four other chaplains who received the Medal of Honor, all during the Civil War:

The links above go to the Congressional Medal of Honor Society pages for each man. The citations are a lot shorter than those for 20th and 21st century recipients. I don’t know enough about CMOH history to comment intelligently on this.

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The actual wedding ceremony yesterday was outdoors. Some of us had to hang out outside after the ceremony for photo taking. It was hot – at least 94 degrees fondly Farenheit – and I was wearing a suit, so I was getting more than a little warm under the collar.

And then, out of nowhere, down the path, came two charming young women with miniature donkeys. Even better, the miniature donkeys had saddlebags loaded with ice cold beer and hard seltzer. Their timing was impeccable. And the donkeys were very charming.

I commented later to Mike the Musicologist that, between this and the Wienie 500, America really is the greatest country on Earth. Do you think they have donkeys bearing cold drinks in North Korea? Or Communist China? Of course not.

It made me wish I didn’t belong to the Republican Party and the NRA just so I could go out and join both to defend it all.

And it is because of the contributions of men like Hall, Haney, Hill, and Whitehead that we can have nice things like this today. Remember.