Acp Quotes

Dr. DeMarco nodded, motioning toward Carmine. “I’m thankful for the Mazda— damn thankful you didn’t return it scratched,” he said, glaring at his father. “I’m thankful to be out of that ridiculous boarding school. Thankful for music and my gun... I fucking love my gun.” Haven looked at him with surprise as Dr. DeMarco laughed. “It’s a nice gun. I checked it out. A 1911 .45 ACP. Where’d you get it?” Carmine shrugged. “Maybe I don’t recall.” “Fair enough,” Dr. DeMarco said. ”Are you done?” “Uh, I'm thankful for you all, even if you get on my nerves sometimes,” Carmine said. “Oh, and orgasms... definitely thankful for those.” “That’s enough,” Dr. DeMarco said, shaking his head as he turned to her. “What are you thankful for, child?” She hesitated, her nerves running amuck. “Having food to eat. A bed to sleep in, too.

The pistol is a Springfield Armory TRP-Pro .45ACP. Five-inch barrel. Seven-round magazine. A sound suppressor.

The crowd resented the Brothers and Sisters taking control of these valuable recyclables. However, the .45 ACP and 9mm religious-icon-dispensing holy relics carried by all Church members discouraged the populace from objecting.

You see this, don't you?" said Simple, showing me his N. A. A.C.P. card. "I have just joined the National Organization for the Association of Colored Folks and it is fine." "You mean the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People," I said. "Um-hum!" said Simple, "but they tell me it has white people in it, too." "That's right, it does." "I did not see none at the meeting where me and Joyce went this evening," said Simple. "No?" "No! There should have been some present because that fine colored speaker was getting white folks told—except that there was no white folks there to be told." "They just do not come to Negro neighborhoods to meetings," I said, "although they may belong. "Then we ought to hold some meetings downtown so that they can learn what this Negro problem is all about," said Simple. "It does not make sense to be always talking to ourselves....

It is my opinion (and many disagree) that for carry the .380 ACP should be the minimum caliber you choose. But we have heard over the years that the 9mm bullet is better than the .380. Recognize that the bullets are very similar in size and weight with the significant difference being the velocity of the bullet.

handgun literature overall doesn't report much statistical difference in "stopping power" between 9mm and .45 ACP cartridges as along as quality HP ammo is used.   Consider

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The traditional planning framework is task-centric and the agile framework is value-centric. 

The first agile principle in this example is that the team must have the necessary skills to complete the project.  Agile is not a silver bullet!  If a team does not have the required skills, even agile cannot help it successfully complete projects.  The second agile principle here is that the team must be self-organized, highly-trusted, and accountable.

A central tenet of Agile Project Management is that knowledge about the context of the problem and the variables of its solution are discovered and created as an integral part of the development process. Agile Project Management solutions are created, built, or developed in stages so that as the customer uncovers specific real needs (remember IKIWISI?) the team can design and write code accordingly. 

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Mike’s ammo of choice for was .45 ACP hollow points. When a hollow point bullet enters a person, in makes a small hole about the size of a nickel, but once inside it explodes and leaves the body with a hole the size of a coffee can. With a head shot, the target’s head will react much like a melon, and such it was with Clara. The back of her head from the ears back was gone and what was left had blown outwards spreading her eyes sideways giving her a rather fish-like look now. A lifeless dead fish. “Lucky shot,” he muttered under his breath.

And there it was—a box of ammunition tucked into one corner of the box. Twenty rounds of .380 ACP hardball. Full metal jacket. Reaching in, he lifted an object wrapped in oilcloth from its resting place. The familiar shape of a pistol beneath his fingers. And the cloth fell away, the distinctive outline of a Walther PPK revealed in the beam of his flashlight.

His lightweight Taurus 738 TCP semiauto in .380 ACP. In an oblong, hard, and hinged box once used for sunglasses was a syringe filled with Rohypnol.

He selected an AR-15 rifle and a Benelli M1014 12-gauge combat shotgun and propped them in the corner to take along. Cody packed a gear bag with two .45 ACP 1911 Colts with extra magazines, night vision goggles, body armor, .223 rounds for the AR-15 and 12-gauge buck for the shotgun, binoculars, rope, handcuffs and flex-ties, a pair of radios, and several cell phones. While he was bent over buckling a holster with a 9MM Model 26 “Baby” Glock to his ankle, the door was pushed open.