Photo “Journalism” at its best
on 08/15/2007 at 01:18 PM
Good Lord, find out where she got those bullets, with the price of cartridges these days, I’d like to get a couple of thousand of those.
Currently that photo is #116 of 478.
Maybe these two cartridges were jams that got discarded quickly, and bounced off her doorway? Have to agree ... it’s the Anything To Make America Look Bad meme.
As for possible fighting in her neighborhood? Hey granny, you lie down with dogs you get up with fleas. Don’t want fighting on your street? Then rat out your nephew the terrorist, or move. (I wonder how many IEDs she has under her burka?)
So who is the bigger idiot? her for making such a wild claim? or the idiot reporter who bit into it?
who says she made the claim.. they probaly just gave her the fresh cartridges and in broken Arabic told her to hold them and they would pay her a pittance to get the picture.... Little Green Footballs has it and apparently she also is in pictures from last month..
http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=26666_Magic_Bullets_Discovered_in_Sadr_City_by_AFP_Photographer&onlyNext: A poor old woman shows us the bomb that blew her fuckin’ head off.
This story is just flying around the VRWC blogosphere. One thing I’m glad to NOT see here, where most of our readers are good gun ownin’, ammo knowin’ types, is the confusion over what kind of ammo granny is holding. It’s 5.56. Probably civvie stuff too, judging by the uncolored bullet tip.
Now, I know that arthritic but manual labor doing old ladies can get some mighty swollen up gnarly old manhands, but the two rounds look like toys in her paw.
7.62x51 NATO - what us civvies call a .308:
head diameter .473”
body base diameter .470”
case length 2.015”
bullet diameter .308”
shoulder angle 20 degrees
shoulder diameter .454”
cartridge overall length 2.8”
case material is brass5.56x45 NATO - what us civvies call a .223:
head diameter .378”
body base diameter .376”
case length 1.76”
bullet diameter .224”
shoulder angle: 23 degrees
shoulder diameter: .354”
cartridge overall length: 2.25”
case material is brass7.62x39 - AK47 fodder:
head diameter .447”
body base diameter .443”
case length 1.528”
bullet diameter .311”
shoulder angle: 17.5 degrees
shoulder diameter .396”
cartridge overall length: 2.20”
case material is usually steel, almost always painted brown or dark greenSo you can rule out 7.62x39 right off the bat. Now, while .223 and .308 ammos do look very much alike, there is a major sense of scale difference between them, even though the .308 case is only about .1” fatter, its bullet is just .084” thicker, and the cartridge is only half an inch longer.
The .308 looks about what you think rifle ammo ought to look like. If you’ve never held .223 ammo before, your first respone is likely “are you friggin kidding me?” It really is that tiny.
pictured, L-R: 7.62 NATO, 6.5 Grendel, 5.56 NATO(gun nuts: we’ll have the 6.5 Grendel debate some other time, m’kay?)
.....b-b-b-b-uuuut that’s what fired bullets look like in cartoons! Bugs Bunny wouldn’t lie to us would he?
What morons these reporters and editors are and what fools the public are who believe them. These are the same jokers who pontificate on what guns (if any) we should be allowed to own.
Hook line sinker democrat, assembles autoranticly.
Well, obviously coalition forces due to budget cuts are now forced to throw bullets at the enemy.
Ya know, if even I, the bullet ignorant, could tell what was ‘wrong with this picture’, you’d think a well educated journalist and/or editor could tell quite easily. Guess not.
As most of what I feel about this travesty of ‘journalism’ has been written - so I will give you a joke which seems so apropos for this entry:
Thinking
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then—just to loosen up.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone—“to relax,” I told myself—but I knew it wasn’t true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother’s.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don’t mix, but I couldn’t help myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, “What is it exactly we are doing here?”One day the boss called me in. He said, “Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don’t stop thinking on the job, you’ll have to find another job.”
This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. “Honey,” I confessed, “I’ve been thinking...”“I know you’ve been thinking,” she said, “and I want a divorce!”
But Honey, surely it’s not that serious.” “It is serious,” she said, lower lip aquiver.
“You think as much as college professors and college professors don’t make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won’t have any money!”
“That’s a faulty syllogism,” I said impatiently.
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.
“I’m going to the library,” I snarled as I stomped out the door.
I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.
They didn’t open. The library was closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye, “Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?” it asked.You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster.
This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was “Porky’s.” Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.
Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party
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