MP5 K
Heckler & Koch MP5K variants are the ultimate close quarter weapons. With their lightweight and reduced overall length, they are easily concealed and carried. All MP5K variants can also be fitted with an optional folding buttstock for more secure and stable firing.
THE MP5K-PDW
The MP5K-PDW (Personal Defense Weapon) is essentially an MP5K standardized with a folding buttstock and threaded barrel. A compact submachine gun designed for vehicle operators, aircrew members, security details, and others who require a small, but powerful weapon; it is comparable in performance to full size MP5s. The size and weight of the MP5K-PDW make this weapon the ideal choice where a rifle or full-sized submachine gun is unmanageable and a handgun is a poor compromise.
Firing from the closed-bolt position during all modes of fire makes MP5K and MP5k-PDW submachine guns extremely accurate and controllable.
A selection of optional trigger groups allow for single fire only, full automatic, 2-round and 3-round burst options. The weapon's unique modular design and a variety of optional buttstocks, sight mounts and other accessories gives the MP5K and MP5K-PDW extraordinary flexibility to meet most any mission requirement.
Principle of operation:
• Recoil operated weapon with delayed blowback bolt
• Firing pin ignition
• Upon cessation of fire, the bolt is closed
• The weapon fires ammunition cal. 9 mm x 19 in Single, Bursts (2/3 rounds) and automatic fire
• Cartridge cases are ejected to the right
• Magazine capacity: 15/30 Cartridges
• Sights: Rotary aperture sight, Adjustable for windage and elevation
• The fixed buttstock may be replaced by a retractable buttstock or a receiver end cap
• Telescopic sight supports for telescopic sights or other aiming units with STANAG supports
The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down
The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen
Now that ain’t so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need?
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down
And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems of the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?
Oh Oh Oh
The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down
The story behind the song
On the morning of Monday 29th January 1979, 16-year-old schoolgirl Brenda Spencer posted herself in a window in her home, and started shooting randomly at the Cleveland Elementary School, which stood just opposite. In the end, eight students and one police officer were injured, while principal Burton Wragg and head custodian Mike Suchar were killed, trying to protect the youngsters. One of the children, who was hit in the hand, talked about the incident on a local radio station.
When asked why she went on her rampage, she shrugged and replied, "I don't like Mondays. This livens up the day." She also said, "I had no reason for it, and it was just a lot of fun"; "It was just like shooting ducks in a pond"' and "[The children] looked like a herd of cows standing around; it was really easy pickings." At the time of the shootings, she was 16 years old.
She later told prison officials she felt unwanted at the time of the shootings and was jealous of the other youths who had someone to protect them.
Both! hehehe
Features:
4B11T Engine
Seven (7) Airbag System
Brembo® Brake System
Seatbelts
Unibody Structure
Drivetrain
Keyless Operation System
Adaptive Front Lighting System (AFS)
Recaro® High Grade Fabric Seats
Multi-Information Display
Rockford Fosgate™ Audio System
I like to think that life is warm as summer breeze,
that one can feel its tight embrace but one may need to seize
the hour and the day to make it all worthwhile,
live it to the fullest in any way or style.
I like the buzzing sound of bees as they fly to every flower,
but cannot see the pollens at their feet that they spread like shower,
but can smell the sweet fragrance that they carry as they glide
and can taste the delicious honey that they all provide.
I like the sound of waves as they go racing to the beach,
to look at the pearly white suds that form on top of each.
One may think that it's the end of them there on the sand,
but it's just another start of the job they have at hand.
I like to imagine lions as they awaken with a roar.
to think of them as they roam freely on the forest floor;
It’s a wonder how they do it, how they spring from their mounds.
And wrestle with their preys as large and weigh a thousand pounds.
I like to see an eagle gently soaring to the sky,
to hear the sharp sound from its beak that seems like a cry;
It's almost unbelievable for an eagle to catch its prey
when it comes a hundred feet over the trees, above the clay.
I like to hear the reading of poetry and story,
whether in a street or in a theater as long as they're not gory.
Be it rhyme or novelette, or who may be the leader,
there will always be differences for the writer and the reader.
Some say that life is like a box of chocolate that you can't predict
what would be the outcome of the life of a derelict,
but I say no it isn't so, life is more than what it may seem,
just take a look at the moonlight and the early morning sunbeam.
I like to look at a tree everyday and wonder why leaves are green,
to think of the wind that swings the branches, visible but unseen;
I say that life is a beautiful song about an equally beautiful place,
with all the wonderful meanings and feelings for whatever kind or race.
Leonardo Kirk I. Galanza
24 December 2001
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
-Simon and Garfunkel
