Mattel M-16

You Can Tell It’s Mattel… It’s Swell!

Evocative, wot?

Liberals who see this (yes, there are a number who come by.  I think they view my blog with the same curiosity a kid has when seeing his first dead person ) , anyway ...   Liberals who see this will *gasp*, or "oh-my," or curse jingoist capitalism and " thank god that's over now that we run things."  Normal people, especially men, will *gasp*, like "Horry Clap, I'd have given anything for one of those when I was a kid."  Unless of course you're a youngster and got one for Christmas.  When I was growing up in Chicago we didn't have toys we needed to play "war."  We usually played in Timmy's back yard because there was an old junker car that we used as a tank, or fighter plane.  I had one of the most lethal weapons, a .50 Cal pipe wrench MG that must have weighed 10 pounds.  Timmy used his dad's war souvenir Mauser.  Yup, a real one that was damn near bigger then him.  Another kid brought some war souvenir bullets of unknown caliber (didn't fit that Mauser, we tried).  Howard, we called him Howard the Coward because it rhymed, had a ping pong pump gun that served as a bazooka.  I just looked up the size of a ping pong ball.  At 1.38" it coulda been a 138 cal., or 35 mm super gun, but we didn't know that stuff then.   Nobody had a Red Ryder, although we'd all  asked for one at one time or another (you know the response).  But even if one was available, it wouldn't do for "war."  It  could only be used in "Indians."  Girls could never play war with us, but I think today, with the influence of the Hitler Channels, they would be invited to play the girl that gave us VD.  We did have a vague idea about that process, thanks to the pictures Pat's dad had in his basement, in the cupboard with the Thompson Sub Machine gun trophy (in a glass display case, sigh), and shriveled Jap ears pinned to a cork board, along with some medals. I'd like to get one of these M-16s for my grandson.  I'd urge him to take it to school for show-and-tell. LOL - he goes to school in Reston, a.k.a. Berkeley East.   Reference the 1958-2006 deal I posted last week to see what would happen,   Just kidding Jen.