Posted on 09/19/2015 6:42:30 PM PDT by marktwain
“...he came upon some enterprising Amish citizen liberating the radio from his van...”
Me thinks you be a gutless Wonder Warthog with the PC crap. Time to call a Spade a Spade! Get some Trump cahones!
I was making a more general comment, about people who simply make a blanket statement: I will not fight. Ever. For anything. Because fighting is just wrong.
I cannot respect that, and I do not consider it an honest position (they will fight for themselves just never for anyone else).
Thanks for clarifying. I get what you mean.
God tells us we shouldn’t even let others take our God-given lives. If murder is sin, allowing murder to be committed is sin too.
What position is My Walker in?
"I myself dabbled with pacifism at one point. Not in Nam, of course."
Damn LUCKY. Never bring a stick to a gun fight.
[[fired a shot that went just wide of my client’s hip,” Cravens said.Cravens said his client used his cane to knock the...]]
“Client”? What the hell does this fella need a lawyer for? The intruder tried to shoot him- He disarmed the schmuck, and shot him instead- What’s the problem?
LOL
The guys mistake was pepper spraying the dog, even a pacifist will kill you for hurting his dog. I would have killed him too.........eventually.
An ex-pacs-fosto
Or wudja believe
Ex-pax-fauxto
LOL
Epic
This is why I always have at least two Dobermanns.
You *might* get one but the other will get you while you’re busy with the first one.
:)
So I guess you’ve seen “The Doberman Gang”, then? Great movie. Dogs were named after famous criminals.
My eldest grand daughter has a light Red Doberman (mocha color) that is beautiful. Great protection dog for her and her sisters.
Funny you’d mention that movie.
When I was 14, they ran it on late night TV and I watched it with tears in my eyes.
I got down on my knees and begged God to send me a dog like those to stop my pedo uncle.
About a week later, a stray Dobe showed up in my yard, and it’s not like we had hordes of Dobes just wandering around, mind you.
My parents did not want him around but he just refused to leave.
He went with me *everywhere* and the uncle never touched me again.
That was 40 years ago and I have had them, ever since, doing my own rescue for about 15 years.
I owe these dogs my *life* and a debt I can never repay.
So that explains my crazy devotion, anyway.
Probably more than you wanted to know but every once in a while, I just have to say it, as part of my repaying that debt.
Thank God for that old, fuzzy-bunny, beat up stray Dobe.
There’s a trilogy of those movies.
The Doberman Gang.
The Daring Dobermans.
The Amazing Dobermans. <-—starring Fred Astaire, of all people.
I have the DVDs *and* the original posters.
:)
The power of prayer. I’m glad they were answered.
I have a picture of Kingston, my grand daughter’s Doberman, sitting vigil over her sleeping peacefully in her crib. He’s looking up at the camera as if to say “try something.”
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