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?
Or he imagines taht he’s driving one, lording over the hmans, meowing at everyone without acare.
Looks like your typing needs help. I will loan you a white thing with no tail, to tell. She will gladly assist you in creating, er, fixing yhour typsos..
I only had one cup of coffee.
And it’s not even the coffee I make.
It’s this weak stuff that I’m cursed and under orders to drink because the coffee maker is a pathetic piece of tech that cannot withstand my assaults.
*PFah!*
Hold your tongue! I happen to be an EXCELLENT macrame artist and have yet to see a Crumbleator or Stompinator.
Why would anyone waste time lording it over humans. They are such weak-kneed, lilly-livered, spineless creatures. Or at least that race known as "Republican Congressman" is.
Maybe the Kraken hasn’t invaded/infested your place because you haven’t been exposed for a lengthy time(ie: online) today.
That would be Sock Orr trying to show his “artistic” side.
Considering he’s a giant creature made from rock socks, one wonders what his macrame skills really are.
I’m betting he’s not very good.
It would be like me listing an accomlishment of mine as being ‘Interior Decorator’.
You might fix HIS typsos, but what obout OWRS???
*sheesh*
Why, catz would!
If they were bipedal and had thumbs, we’d be in serious trouble until they all took a nap and catnip break.
And you would be different...HOW?
You know, we could charge new typo virus infectees a fee for using our intellectual property.
Exactly!
A rock creature would likely be terrible at macrame.
I am terrible at decorating.
But were I to claim I was good at it, certain members of society would fawn over my terrible decorating skills.
And then there is The Stig. He just sits on his perch, laughing at the world, and cherking me up. He has seen the Worst life has to offer (Molting Season) and has come through it, singing his little Happy Songs of World Defeet!
You obviously have not met my grandkids...
That might actually survive my assault.
See? Case Closed!
LOL!
Okay, that makes sense ... or as much sense as anything else around here.
How is Mr. Bill? All licensed, inspected, insured, and copacetic with the governing authorities?
“I, Stigasaurus the Magnificent, shall chirp and twitter at you all! And there is nothing you can do about it!” he snickered inside his beak befre paying absolute attention to the current show on the tube.
Those licentious “nature programs” were currently on.
We were at Petsmart on Saturday to get crickets, and they have a Sun Conure for sale. A young man came by and chirped at it, and it hopped over to the edge so the young man could scratch its feathers. Stretched a wing out, rolled its eyes up in its head and sighed ... it was like Jake in a sunbeam! “You can scratch me here ... okay, now here ... no, that’s enough, over on the other side!”
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