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?
Kathleen knows how cute she is!
I need to get a batch of older children up. I don’t know why they think it’s a day off ... it certainly isn’t for me!
Am currently laughing so hard that a supply of O2 may be required shortly. (LOLdelux+)?
So sorry, the letter is Greek, and math is universal. American exceptionalism can lay claim to a lot of things, but Pi is not one of them. ;)
Nice pie, but we’re fasting.
I told my teenagers that if they didn’t all get up and dressed and clean their rooms up, they would be declared ill for the entire weekend and have no activities other than Mass.
Funny how they’ve all gotten well ...
One of the young ArGees sent this to me.
I TAKE IT YOU ALREADY KNOW
I take it you already know
Of touch and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead; it’s said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake, don’t call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother.
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
And dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there’s dose and rose and lose-
Just look them up - and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Why, man alive,
I’d learned to talk it when I was five.
And yet to read, the more I tried,
I hadn’t learned it at fifty-five.
I don’t mind continuums where things are really, really different. Those where things are only slightly off-kilter really mess with my head. This one is exactly like the last one, except you all have the 9 on the left side of an analog clock face.
Talk about a rough start to the morning.
There’s one continuum where the analog clock face is a line, not a circle. They don’t talk about history repeating - time is always moving forward in their thinking. It’s kind of neat, really.
I’ll take it. I just need a kitteh. I had some pretty ugly chest pains last night, so I need something clamming.
Maybe when I get back from visiting, I will see about getting a clamming cat. I will check with the local shelter and see if they have any older kittehs. They are usually cheaper than the younger ones.
It’s a headache, too.
Bill has won the “sick for the weekend” prize, and I’ve collected “his” car keys.
Cute puppeh, too!
Happy Good Friday to you as well!
My lucky husband has the day off, since his company recognizes Good Friday as a holiday.
I, however, work for the godless government, so no such luck.
I’m glad it helped!
Although, to be fair, just about anything is better with Raquel Welch.
Ya think?
This has been a lousy two weeks, and I’m not a bit surprised about the chest pains, in view of the events recently.
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