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?
Poor Oliver
I don’t make anybody beg. Please cool your jets. You, Delvis, Tricky, and all the UTers are and have always been welcome to the BBQ. Tell Sally her brisket is safe. Wait a minute—you have soooo much extra energy today—you can arrange all the Habitat details and I’ll show up w/the brisket. It could even have some fun competition like tossing the brisket (kinda like tossing the caber but easier if somewhat messier) and BBQing it with the flamethrower while it’s airborne. We need NnB’s input. He’s stuck working but hopefully will advise when he returns.
Regulus died well before the story started. I think he was the R.A.B. who destroyed the Horcrux locket.
Sounds almost Biblical.
Haven’t inquired. It’s difficult to understand anyone locked in the fridge.
I go there to cool me jets.
Reminiscent of old story involving crossing staid lions for immortal porpoises. Anyway, it’s a great idea to include all the UTers! Will PM you.
Right on schedule. Joe’s cooking.
Joe you’re wasting good bear there ...
It’s the beer Joe ... the beer ... Looks about to catch fire.
It is.
with Regulus dead am glad told everyone at the alphabets to use the bathroom window route. They will all fall flat on their yahoos.
Well, I'm not partial to BBQ zombies or other beasties, myself, so I don't usually eat what I torch, but to each his own.
It's one thing to make sure you bring your f/t, it's another to make sure it has juice. I was lucky to get out of the basement alive that time when the ooze started coming for me and the f/t was empty.
But that's another story.
We gonna have to get Joe another beer. He burnt the last one.
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