For yours, visit LBT along with Tactical Distributors in Booth #26307 or stay tuned to SSD for details on our SHOT Show Daily Swag Giveaways.
For yours, visit LBT along with Tactical Distributors in Booth #26307 or stay tuned to SSD for details on our SHOT Show Daily Swag Giveaways.
I’m writing this from a hotel in Asheville, NC. I’m on vacation, and we went and visited the Biltmore Estate. For those of you who don’t know, the Biltmore is George Vanderbilt’s 250+ room, 178, 926 sq. ft. mansion on a 125,000 acre spread. 85,000 of those acres now form a major portion on the Pisgah National Forest. I’m not sure there is a scale to measure the opulence or just pure size of the place in practical terms a guy like me can understand. I walk around the place with my jaw dropped, that one guy built this and lived here. This was some guy’s HOUSE. That’s right, George Vanderbilt was single when he built the house, though he later married. George Vanderbilt was the grandson of “Commodore” Cornelius Vanderbilt, often referred to as “The First Tycoon.” He started a shipping business with a $100 loan from his mother and turned that into a shipping and railroad juggernaut, amassing a fortune of over $100 million dollars (todays equivalent of $184 billion). Think Mark Zuckerberg of Facebook…multiplied by 7.
Cornelius Vanderbilt shares the pages of history with names such as Carnegie, Rockefeller, Ford, Morgan, and others in a relatively small group of the uber-wealthy of America’s Gilded Age. Financier Samuel Insull, who made his many millions in the railroad and utilities business, said, “Aim for the top. There is plenty of room there. There are so few at the top that it is almost lonely there.” These men built the railroads, the steel industry, the oil and gas industry, the shipping industry. Not only that, most of these men gave immense sums of their fortunes to helping people.Their philanthropy almost matched their greed. There was a recent series on TV called “The Men Who Built America,” and that’s a pretty good name for it. America’s transition into industry was nothing short of epic. No other nation in the world could compare, due to the ingenuity, ethos, and sometimes ruthlessness of the American industrial empire. The progress made in America at that time is unmatched to his day. With the current state of our society and government, I don’t think we’re due to outdo them anytime soon.
The key was self-sufficiency in America, on a number of levels. The individual American family was responsible for it’s own well-being. People were not entitled to help from the Government without giving anything in return to society. Social programs were decentralized or non-existent. People in need were cared for by the community or Church. People who would not sustain themselves often weren’t cared for at all. You worked for yours back then, plain and simple. Or you starved. People were not dependent on the Federal Government for survival, for their basic human needs. On a larger scale we were a self-sufficient nation as well. We did comparatively very little in terms of a global economy, we met many of our needs ourselves. The political situation was a bit different too. We knew we were better than everyone else, and didn’t have to really give a shit about the rest of the world. I am fairly certain that Teddy Roosevelt and William McKinley never bowed to anyone, never gave aid and comfort to our enemies so as to not offend them, and never considered taking away the Bill of Rights from our citizens. Finally, that government stayed well out of the individual’s business in those days, at least by today’s standards of rampant micro-managing of the individual and business. Capitalism prospered as a system, and without any pseudo-socialist influence by Washington developed the United States into the most powerful and prosperous nation on Earth. That is the essence of “American Exceptionalism” as a concept. An individual with the unalienable rights of Life, Liberty, and Pursuit of Happiness, unburdened by socialism, tyranny or conscription, making a mark on history that is far greater than that of one man or company.
It’s kind of sad to see such a monument to American greatness, such a sign of the validity of our foundation as a country and our Constitution, such a symbol of the opportunity given to each and every American. I fear that our society has devolved to a point where so many people are supported by so few that it is almost not worth working hard anymore. As we have seen with our eroded base of industry and trade in the last few decades, you can’t have a capitalist economy that punishes making money. You can’t have a democratic society that rewards laziness either. I’m not sure if anyone will ever be able to ever build a house like this one again, but it sure would be nice if we got back there in some ways.
From US Army WTF Moments comes the There’s Safe and Then There’s Army Safe T-Shirt.
With an integrated reflective belt (just for show, it doesn’t actually reflect, thankfully) this shirt will make even the frowniest Sergeant Major smile to himself. It’s a 50/50 polyester and cotton blend, lightweight and pre-shrunk available in Small – XXXLarge.
Here is a photo of a limited edition SSD variant of the Hot Shots 2013 calendar hung discreety on the wall of a male-only area in a deployed area, providing some sunshine to an otherwise, dark and dank existence.
If you’re interested in getting your own copy, it’s not too late to enter the signed calendar giveaway.
Visit our Happy Christmas Giveaway to enter.
Or, you can additional copies from www.HotShotsCalendar.com.
On the evening of 14 November, 2012 Edgar Brothers hosted a launch party for the 2013 Hot Shots Calendar at the Imperial War Museum North in Manchester, UK. SSD was on hand to witness the event. The models are all Page 3 girls from the United Kingdom. I had the opportunity to speak with models Rosie Jones, Holly Peers, India Reynolds, Emily O’Hara, Sam Cooke and Kelly Hall and I can tell you that they are all great ladies who wholeheartedly support the troops.
This year’s theme was 1940s Pinups.
Prior to the shoot hundreds of examples of period art were reviewed.
A great deal of research was conducted looking for inspiration and, as always, fashions were provided by Crye Precision.
As you can see, despite the frantic pace of shooting, Crye kept the costuming side of things quite organized.
Additionally, SureFire served as host for some of the shoot and secured some great vehicles for use as backgrounds.
And, what would a military pinup calendar be without guns? There was a little bit of a twist on these pinups tho, they feature both period as well as modern weapons and equipment.
Even after all of that, thousands of photos were taken to get just the right pose for the calendar. Here, each photo is reviewed to determine what changes must be made to lighting and pose.
And, from another angle.
So that was the calendar. Now, we can talk about the launch party. As was said, it was at the Imperial War Museum North in Manchester, England.
They did a great job making the place up for the party as you can see. Who could ever say ‘No’ to a 40 foot Kelly Hall?
The models signed calendars for the troops in attendance and mingled with the crowd. Looks like the squaddies from the local TA unit had a brilliant time.
In addition to great company and food, we were entertained by British X-Factor 2010 finalist Ruth Lorenzo who hails from Canada. She performed a couple of numbers that really showcased her talent.
While we had a great time, ultimately, we were all there to aid Help for Heroes. 50% of the proceeds for UK sales of the Hot Shots Calendar go to Help for Heroes which runs Tedworth House, Personal Recovery Centre for wounded troops and their families. Here, we see Edgar Brothers Director, Derek Edgar presenting a cheque to Denise Mellor of Hope for Heroes for an additional £ 6,000 (GBP).
Here are some of the recovering troops at Tedworth House, Personal Recovery Centre which is funded by Help for Heroes to help put a face on that donation.
If you haven’t ordered your 2013 Hot Shots Calendar, the playing cards, or badges yet, it’s still not too late. Just visit Purchase calendars at www.hotshotscalendar.com to support Hot Shots and their charities, Help for Heroes and the Special Operations Warrior Foundation. Remember, 50% of proceeds go to these charities.
Big thanks to the folks behind Hot Shots – Edgar Brothers, Smith Optics Elite Division, Daniel Defense, Independent Studio Services, Crye Precision, and Magpul Industries.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;
“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys – and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
-Troy Sentinel
December 23, 1823
Originally from Henry Livingston