Did you know a Brownell’s barrel liner fits perfectly into the FGC9 barrel blank and can be threaded to 5/8x24 without machining? Proto Barrel that stays very accurate as it heats up.
Carbon fiber square tube and ARCA rail reinforced chassis for the 10/22. You can stand on this thing without it flexing. Stock mount is interchangeable. Shoots great. Should be able to put it up on the see in the next week or so.
@sparquah A while back EGP had some chopped .357 Rossi Revolvers for like $35. I ordered a couple and played around with making a rifle.
Indexing, forcing cone, and cylinder gap issues finally made me abandon it. Revolvers are like watches with tons of important tiny metal parts.
Decided I want a muzzle device on my old, unthreaded MK II. This setup works surprisingly well so far. Might drop it on my Odysee after a little more testing.
@1776_Enjoyer Thanks. I dug around on ebay and found a German company that makes a very nice threaded adapter, but its $155 with a 6 week lead time. Nah, $2 worth of PLA will be just fine.
I am fully convinced that 2019 was the last normal year we will ever have.
Not normal in the sense of perfect. Not normal in the sense of without problems. But normal in the sense that there was still a shared reality. A baseline. A world that, for all its flaws, still felt like it operated according to recognisable rules.
That world is gone.
Since 2020, something fundamental has shifted and most people feel it even if they cannot name it. A persistent low-level anxiety that never fully lifts. A sense that time is moving both too fast and strangely out of sequence. A feeling that nothing quite lands the way it used to that experiences, connections, even ordinary moments feel slightly hollow, slightly off, like a frequency that no longer quite tunes in.
Everyone is exhausted. Everyone is overwhelmed. And yet nothing seems to slow down long enough to make sense of it.
The anchors are gone. The institutions we were raised to trust have revealed themselves. The social fabric that held communities together was deliberately stressed and in many places snapped entirely. The relationships that did not survive the last five years left silences that have not been filled.
And underneath all of it is something that does not get said enough.
Grief.
Grief for the world that existed before. For the innocence of not knowing what we now know. For the relationships that were lost not to death but to division. For the version of the future we thought we were building that has quietly been replaced with something none of us voted for.
2019 was the last year most people lived without the constant sense that the ground beneath them could shift without warning.
But we are living in the aftermath of something enormous and we are being asked to pretend that we are not.
You are allowed to grieve what was lost.
And you are allowed to say that the world as it was is gone — because it is.
Look around.