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?
I’ll be here. Have you tried to call your Son?
Elmer’s just didn’t seem sufficient...
Thanks, Sis. If I need you, I have your number! *xoxoxo*
‘Face, how does one cook brisket slowly with a flamethrower. We have some constraints here....
No. I will wait a little longer. If he doesn’t call me tonight, I will call him in the AM. He is probably sore, angry and confused, so I will let it settle.
Thanks.
I will let everyone know the latest as soon as I hear it.
Thank You.
Adjust the flamethrower to simmer, position the brisket about four yards further down the track and hope for the best.
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Please excuse, am just catching up. Why do we need sheets for a BBQ? Of course, if it’s a Habitat custom, far be it from me to question. But I don’t know the answer.
Am certain you’re a very capable and interesting entertainer. Am sure all would agree that we would be indeed fortunate to have you as the opening, main and closing acts for the BBQ.
You can wade wherever you’d like to—but puh-leeazz don’t open fridge #1. Since it stopped functioning, we have used it to contain certain—well—things. Help yourself to contents of fridges #2 and 3, but not #1! Puh-leeazz!
Did you fall asleep in the chair?
Oh no. Prayers up that he’s OK.
Of course ... it’s a spacious corner. Just make sure you scream on key, not at a wavelength that vibrates my fillings.
When I had my collision a few years ago, my last thought as the guy came at me head-on in my lane was, “If I die, who’s going to feed Frank?”
In moments like that, we learn what our priorities are, and mine is always the baby ;-).
God has his way. We have our way and God allows when He allows. He is a great and gracious Lord.
No, but I came close. I told the tecnician to just clean my teeth, please, and not hassle me about the tartar, because otherwise I'd have a hysterical meltdown right in the office.
She was very good and got my teeth clean quickly, and said I could have x-rays some day when I wasn't on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Excellent dental practice - they know how to keep a customer ;-).
All that is true.
Tom’s threatening to have a gigantic snit if I don’t get off the computer, so I guess I’ll catch the update ‘long about 4:00 a.m. tomorrow, if there is one.
I’ll be thinking of your son during my wakeful hours!
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