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?!?

Word Of The Day: Defenestration

The defenestration, 1618 by Václav Brožík

de·fen·es·tra·tion

/dēˌfenəˈstrāSHən/

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noun

  1. FORMAL•HUMOROUS the action of throwing someone out of a window. “death by defenestration has a venerable history”
  2. INFORMAL the action of dismissing someone from a position of power or authority. “that victory resulted in Churchill’s own defenestration by the war-weary British electorate”

I had a fairly elaborate dream last night where this word featured prominently however, within the dream, I was using it incorrectly. I was treating it as though it were some kind of a defensive strategy word which, perhaps that might be true within a certain perspective… but in the context of my dream it was certainly incorrect.

I am not 100% certain on where I heard the word but I think it was on a new podcast that I started listening to. The first series is about Russian secret police dating way back in history and the episode I was listening to dealt with the NKVD during the reign of Stalin.

While in the era of the NKVD they really preferred to just shoot people in the back of the head rather than toss them out a window, I know he made reference to someone getting thrown out of a window. (Richard Sorge?) So, perhaps, he used the word defenestration and it lodged itself into my subconscious. Defenestration has come more into vogue within the last 50 years or so as a commonly accepted method of eliminating your political enemies in Russia as it can be thinly veiled as a suicide.

The more interesting character (read: piece of human garbage) that I might have to look into is Lavrenti Beria. To summarize him based on the information relayed to me in this podcast… he was a pedophiliac, murderer-rapist that was at the top of Russia’s secret police apparatus during Stalin’s era. Just when you think it couldn’t get any worse than Stalin, you come across a guy like Beria. Go communism!

Back In The Saddle

After a couple of weeks, this place is finally starting to shape up. WordPress had been installed for a while but I didn’t really want to go live until I had a domain picked out. Once I got that domain set up, well… it was really confusing for a while.

Now… I have operated a self-hosted blog before but it’s been about ten years since I’d done so. Between completely forgetting about a ton of things and the technology advancing quite a bit with new services and options… the re-learning curve was pretty steep. I haven’t actually learned much because I relied upon Customer Service helping me out and… patience. Often, things just need to run their course and I forget that from time to time.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to writing here again more. I’ve been doing a lot of introspection lately… seeing a therapist and am hoping to figure some stuff out with my life. What I want and where I want to be. Hopefully, I can use this blog to get myself back and live the life that I want to live.

One Blog To Rule Them All

I’m in the process of migrating all of my previous blog work into this consolidated site, going all the way back to probably around 2005 or earlier. The easy part was trying to migrate over the variety of blogs that I have started on WordPress.com (minus a few errors that prevented me from migrating over photos that would go into individual posts) and they are located here now.

I’m having a problem now with the blogs and posts that were self-hosted in a much earlier era. I downloaded the .sql files for those various blogs before I cancelled the hosting, assuming that it would be easy to reinstate these .sql files. And, theoretically, you should be able to do so with phpMyAdmin however I’m out of practice with using this for maybe 15 years. AND it’s changed so much. So I have some homework to do.

Bottom line, this site is under construction and might take some time to get up and running as well as looking the way that I want it to look.

The Rock

Maybe it was all but a fantasy. Maybe it was a daydream that I loved to immerse myself in, one where I could revel in your company and finally live the next phase of my life in relative happiness and contentment. Countless times over the years I’ve thought of us finally together; you, my perfect person.

Is that completely dead? Only time will tell, I suppose. It’s been 11 days since I let you leave without placing excessive burdens to carry. I know that you already have enough burdens on your back and within your soul. I firmly believe that you have many life changes to sort through to get you back onto the path that will lead you up to the light. I also firmly believe and have faith that you will return to me. It’s this faith in us that gives me hope for the future.

Would it have helped us for me to scream and cry out when you needed to leave? Certainly not. It would have been another series of burdens for you to process. Instead, I will remain to be your rock and you will always be my ocean. I will be here for you when you are ready to come back to me.

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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