Posted on 03/15/2013 10:16:41 AM PDT by Cajun Jihad
Edited on 03/15/2013 10:18:18 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
Greetings fellow patriots! Houston we have a problem! A big one. I'm located in South Louisina 337. On February 28 a white SUV pulled up to the house with red DHS lettering with Texas plates. (Texas WTH i thought y'all were with us) I saw them pull in the drive an met them outside at their truck 2 agents late 40s-50s. They say Hi we are here doing a survey. One agent pulls out 3 volumes (looked like phone books almost sizewise) He ruffles through the pages in first then second volume. He finds my list (The 1 that they don't have). he says so we are doing a survey and we are going around visiting everyone and trying to verify if you own or still have these firearms. He proceeds to show me my list. Every gun i bought from a dealer is on this list. Every one from 22s to Mosin Nagants and everything in between. I was blown away and still am. Many bricks have been shat since then! I told them nah i don't have any of those dangerous baby killers gave them all away after Newtown. They left but sat parked down the road for a couple hours. Probably coordinating drone strike. I have ony told a couple of close friends i trust. I've been tryng to keep it together. The first person i told also had a visit exactly 2 weeks before me. He ordered a questionable part off the net an that's what the agents told him they were after. He lives 5 minutes down the road. I was freaked then but I didn't think anything of it you know he brought it on himself. Until i got a visit. All my stuff is legal and above board. No worries on that part. But then why did i recieve a visit? I don't know i've been gripped with fear since. Keeping watch on my porch, almost sleeping outside some nights. And then yesterday my wife's friends parents who are an hour north of us got a visit. Only the mom was home and she told them to hit the street. These people are farmers and have guns but mostly Fudd guns and relics passed down. The father was going somewhere on business this weekend and next week. He cancelled. Even the Fudds aren't safe from this. My only solace in all of this is the 3 massive volumes the jackboots had. I know i'm not the only one. I don't know what to do?! It took this long for me to tell somebody else. My wife and i are scared [crap]less!I'm not sure if they are testing the waters seeing who will comply. Or if it's something else entirely. Why down here? Why not in Commiefornia or one of these other liberal dreamlands? I thougt we were good we just voted to strengthen the 2nd in our state. i just keep saying in my head. WTF?
There is a way to get the trophy. Play a song from Janis Joplin. I suggest me and Bob McGee. The other team will run for the exit ... Guaranteed.
"I see," said the blind man.
Fixed it.
You didn't like the Mercedes Benz song? :-(
Riding like the wing ... Them stolen horses run fast.
Riding the Wing ah Wind ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5a-VAenpPI
The top 7 teams go to the state competition (April 19). They should do better there than last year, because there’s an oral presentation that they previously hadn’t practiced for, but now they have ;-).
Tom, Lydia, and Erica had this thrill last year, but I’m sure the new team members (Elen, Ben, Raphael) are very pleased with themselves.
...To his deaf brother, as he picked up his hammer and saw...
No offense ArGee. That song has a tendency to make me want to steal horses.
As well they should be! Brains cannot be hidden for long!
MAMA
Tom will let you know all about his brains ;-). Elen likes to say, “I’m not very good at (subject),” but then when someone forces her to do the work, doesn’t she find she’s very good at it!
I don’t blame you ... for putting out a warrant ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BXHMfSR8C0 ... send Pat Garrett
Kids have an innate sense of when to be modest and when to brag. Sometimes, the signals get crossed, and we find an arrogant teen that turns us off, only to realize it was a defense mechanism. And on the other hand, modesty may hide a burgeoning ego.
The ‘teen years are so uncertain!
And I’m off to bed. For some reason, I’m really tired today. Maybe it was yesterday’s encounter with my niece and her family, or the drive (30 miles one way) or both. However, I’m not a happy camper right now, and will retire to the boudoir for the duration.
What?...Three weeks?...;o]
you ain't packin' a pistol are you there Mama?
No, but I got a sling shot that’ll do some series damage!
Three weeks! You take care of yourself!
If I don’t, you can fold me up when I get off the plane and roll me to the Tax-Chick Coop...
I WILL be there! *HUG*
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