Produktion, Komrade Pt II

Cleaning up the SKS really wasn’t so bad after all. I followed some great directions from YouTube for disassembly (https://youtu.be/cRp7qb02bhg), the whole thing went off quite well. The hardest part that I found was disassembling and reassembling the trigger group. There is a particularly strong spring that releases the hammer when you pull the trigger. I don’t own a vice like is used in the video so I needed to find an alternate method.

In another video, a comment stated that the way to compress the spring with the hammer to release it was to use the bolt carrier and press it down. This… worked.

I then soaked all of the pieces in a bath of boiling hot water and mineral spirts for 20 minutes to remove the cosmoline. Cosmoline melts at somewhere between 60C and 85C, the hot water combined with the mineral spirts did a fine job.

After 20 minutes in the bath.

Using nitrile gloves, I transferred the parts from the mineral spirits bath to a second tub of hot water… shaking off and straining as much of the mineral spirits as possible. This was further successful in cleaning off the parts.

Rinsed off in the second bath.

I then pulled all of the pieces out of the bath and dried them, using some canned air (which was a mistake, it cooled off the pieces rather than letting the heat from the hot water help to dry them out… I should have got my compressor out) but it all dried nonetheless. Then I gave it a spray of aerosol gun oil.

Dried and waiting for oil.

Cleaning the barrel was something that I expected would be… nastier… than it was. The exterior of the rifle was not coated in cosmoline like I’ve seen in many other videos on YouTube. It was quite clean on the outside however on the inside, it’s pretty obvious that there was some cosmoline that needed to be cleaned out. The barrel was much like the exterior, relatively free of cosmoline. I swabbed it out and flushed it with brake fluid which resulted in more black cleaning patches (carbon) than yellow cleaning patches (cosmoline) going into the trash. The rifle had been fired, some cleaning would have had to be done to fire the rifle… hence why there was no cosmoline in the barrel. So, I oiled the barrel and let it sit for reassembly… after dinner.

Cleaned, oiled and ready.

Putting it back together, per the video… was quite easy. The hardest part of the reassembly was the same hardest part of the disassembly… the trigger group. Using the bolt carrier was how I got it all back together. And then… it was done. It felt like quite an accomplishment for me.

A the reassembled SKS, ready for shooting.

I can’t wait until I can take it out to shoot! I have a couple hundred rounds of 7.62x39mm ready for it!

Produktion, Komrade Pt I

A person can just sit in analysis paralysis and never write anything. Another method is procrastination passing as quality control, avoiding writing or releasing something until it is good enough or even perfect.

The thing to get over this is to just do it. Just write. Post something, post anything. It may be good, it may be ass… you just need to do something. So that’s what I’m doing. Writing.

I bought a surplus Russian SKS rifle a couple of weeks ago and it arrived last week. I unboxed it and it’s even cooler than I could have imagined.

The rifle I bought was manufactured in 1954, making it almost 70 years old. (My dad is still older.) Russia produced a metric buttload (2,700,000) of these semiautomatic rifles in the early 1950s and then quickly fell into obsolescence, subsequently being put into storage once the Kalashnikov AK-47 was adopted as the primary rifle to be used by the Soviet military.

I’m not sure when in the process the rifles would be dunked in cosmoline however all surplus SKS rifles are sure to have it on the outside of the rifle to varying degrees but for sure it exists on the inside of the rifle. Thus, a surplus rifle needs to be stripped down and all its pieces need to be cleaned thoroughly to remove this heavy grease.

The rifle I’ve received is actually quite clean on the outside however the inside is likely a very different story. YouTube has proven to be a very good resource for educating myself on what I will need to do to clean this rifle. I’ve got mineral spirits, some non-chlorinated brake cleaner, nitrile gloves, compressed air… probably should have grabbed some small plastic containers but there’s still time.

I don’t know what people would have done back in the day, before YouTube to figure out how to clean up surplus rifles….. probably read a book or a magazine article. I know… read a book?!?

A Return

I needed to prove that I could be loyal. That was why it had to end. Now that it has resurfaced, it is proven that I am a scoundrel.

But why has it resurfaced? I allowed it to resurface. Why? Obviously, I am looking for something. There’s something I need that I don’t currently have… it fills some kind of void in my existence. What is it?

Current running theories:

  • I crave the feeling of shame. That, for some reason, I need that burden upon me and my conscience.
  • I am simply weak. I don’t have the moral constitution to just walk away and never look back.
  • I hunger for things that I can’t have. Like a spoiled child, I want those things that aren’t mind and will act out when I can’t get them.
  • I crave attention from wherever I can get it. I am an attention whore.
  • I am shallow and self-centred. No one else’s feelings matter to me.

As with most things, it is likely a combination of all of these issues mentioned above. And, while I may have some good attributes and characteristics, I am deeply flawed on a personal level. Damaged goods, as they say.

My plan is to analyze these running theories and any other theories that I may have. Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try.

My Annual Blog Post

It’s mildly amusing to me and it also kind of makes me sad that it’s been over a year since I wrote here last.

I’ve got WordPress blogs sprinkled out all over the place, I think I’m up to 5 (?) and would love to just merge all of my content under one blog to rule them all… I’m contemplating it. The fact that I’ve got so many, plus… I’ve got the .XML files for the two past blogs that I had YEARS ago, I’ve got a ton of content that’s been pulled from the public. Maybe pool them all under one externally hosted site? It’s an idea.

Anyway, we’re living in the time of COVID-19 now. So much going on with every possible viewpoint on where it came from, how it’s affecting us, what our society should be doing to combat it, where we are heading… what our future looks like… there’s a lot of discussion.

The only thing that is certain to me when discussing the topic is that we, as a people, are divided… no… completely fragmented. It’s a fever pitch that we are at as a species and everyone’s general tolerance shrinks and shrinks as time passes.

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It’s been over a year since I wrote here last.

I used to love to write. I could write passionately about a lot of things, have some kind of insight on a topic. I could feel good about what I wrote because it was something that I believed in or knew something about.

These days… and for a few years now… I’ve come to accept that there are no answers and there are no truths in this world. I used to think that I knew so much about life and the world but now I realize that I know nothing about anything. I realize that life is inherently without value or meaning. And that makes me sad.

So incredibly sad.

Base Camp – 5,290 fASL

I think I need a slightly bigger tent.

I bought the floor model of a North Face Stormbreaker 1 man tent at Cabela’s probably a year and a half ago and this is my first opportunity to use it. I wanted something small for my excursions that I planned on taking by myself since I know that camping is not my kids’ hobby.

Anyway, it’s squishy. It fits my air pad and sleeping bag perfectly but there is room for nothing else. So my bag stays outside.

I’m at the Kananaskis Trail overflow camping or something, I’m not exactly sure what the name of it is. I’m in the Peter Lougheed Provincial Park and random camping wherever the fuck you feel like it is strictly verboten in Provincial Parks. They do patrol the day use trail heads that explicitly say ‘no camping’ so they’ll bust your ass if you even try.

I wanted to come out here to get away from people but, of course, it’s getting more and more densely populated as the evening progresses. And, of course, the pair of couples with a shitty toddler decide to bunk adjacent to where I’ve set up. If I wanted to listen to a miserable, whiny, over-tired kid… I’ve have saved myself a 4+ hour drive and just sat in a McDonalds Play Place for a few hours around naptime.

But whatever. There are a lot more bears out and about around here right now than there was last year when I was here and there is safety in numbers. The bears definitely don’t want to listen to some whiny fucking snot-nosed bitch kid either so they’re more likely to stay out of the area thus not looking at me as a giant pre-wrapped meat snack.

The tent is squishy but it’s not bad. The air pad keeps me comfortable and off of the cold, cold ground and my sleeping bag should keep me nice and toasty. Plus, I have a couple of wool blankets in a bag that I’m using as a pillow and will just throw over myself if it gets too cold tonight. I don’t think it will but you never know.

It’s not as comfy as my bed but I also don’t have mountains in my bedroom. The trade off is worth it.

Wasted

I watched this rerun episode of The Nature Of Things about addiction:

http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/m/episodes/wasted

I found it very informative but it has left me feeling quite melancholy. I feel like I’m broken and always have been broken… that I was predetermined to be this way. I have wrecked so many things and because of my actions in the past, I will continue to wreck things… setting events in

motion that cannot be undone.

Strength Of The Mind

Strength of the mind

Looking back on the life that I lived

What I leave behind

Mistakes and memories serve to remind (they serve me to remind)

The reflection staring back from the mirror

No longer looks like me, like me

Strength of the mind to fight what’s inside

It takes strength of the mind

Before I lose control

Who can raise you from the fall and save you? Only you

Who can take the pain away and change you? Only you

A thousand miles between this never ending feeling

Just looking for something more

Searching for a release

I’ve seen rock bottom and I’ve smashed my fists against it

Just keep telling yourself it will be alright

Who can raise you from the fall and save you? Only you

Who can take the pain away and change you? Only you

Gather all your pain and suffering

Turn them into strength and weaponry

To overcome the enemy

That’s in you, that’s in you, that’s in you, that’s in you

Come face to face with a war that rages in you

Yeah

Who can take the pain away? Only you (only you, only you)

Who can raise you from the fall and save you, and save you, and save you

Only you

Strength of the mind

Before I lose control