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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?
Are those the ones featuring the new Sith Lord, Darth Obama?
A new Sith lord, as noted, and a Sith Lard, Mooooschelle...
I PROMISE! I’m not about to waste that awesome gift ticket by being laid up.
I’m looking forward to coming, though I have as yet to find someone to mind The Stig for me, and try to get a ride to the airport. Even with all the safety precautions on the truck, I don’t trust the airport security in the long-term parking lots.
However, it will all come together. :o]
I’m sorry to hear that your angina has gotten worse. It’s a good thing that you can handle it with nitroglycerin and aspirin, though.
Resting up is usually a good restorative for my old bones as well. Hang in there, and don’t let DIL get you down.
Probably the most involved would be deciding who got to come to the airport to get me...seating and luggage, dontchaknow! Good thing I travel light. One carry-on.
He is not capable of becoming a Sith Lord...Easter eggs where too much for him.
The 'Force' is way beyond our Barry.
All i've heard, is that Filming starts this Summer...
Thanks. The last several weeks have been loaded with stresses, and not just the DiL, so I feel fortunate to have been able to come through with so much of me intact.
Of course, having such great FRiends as are on the UT is mandatory for my peace of mind. No matter what the problem is, I can throw it into the forum, and will always get at least three suggestions, if not more. That is enormously helpful for me, since I often lose my perspective by being too close.
I have most of you on my prayer list, and that helps me feel less indebted. If I pray, you will receive what you need when you need it. :o])
Umm...The NC state limo?
There must surly be a state limo.
Hackney carrage on standby
We wouldn’t want to deprive the governor of the State Limo, when my van is adequately commodious.
‘Face, send me the latest version of your itinerary again, please, so I can firm up the plans for pickup (including a porter ;-).
Oh, that happens all the time.
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That would work, in a pinch.
That IS a pinch.
Do you want email or hard copy of the itinerary? The ETA at Charlotte is 1655, on Delta, April 10, 2013.
As for a porter, since the carry-on has wheels, the biggest hurdle will be getting it into the back of the TC Limo Service Van.
That works! :o])
Thanks, Moose!
Sorry to hear about the angina, MF, but glad to hear that your heart is strong. Napping is one of my favourite pastimes. :)
Email. I’m thinking with the timing, I’ll bring Tom as porter, and drop him at “Youth Leadership Social” (per the calendar) on the way home.
Dream or not, tell me more about this fishing with a machine gun... ;-)
Would seem to be more time effective than the old style bait, toss, wait method...
Good afternoon, y'all!
I heard a story one time about a real effective fishing method.
It seems Joe Bob was out fishing one fine morning and caught himself a nice bucket full of crappie. He was just putting his gear into the car when the game warden came by. “Looks like a nice catch, Joe Bob. I’m sure you have a license for these fish and I haven’t just caught you red-handed.”
Now, Joe Bob didn’t have a license, but he was a rather quick thinker, so he said. “I ain’t been fishing, Warden. I just like to come out here and sit. When I do, I put a bucket beside me and the fish just jump into it, sometimes.”
“You just sit here minding your own business and the fish just jump into your bucket?” the game warden asked.
“Yep, that’s about the size of it,” Joe Bob responded.
“You don’t expect me to believe that cockamamie story, do you?”
“Now, Warden. I wouldn’t lie to you. It really doesn’t take long at all, but your bucket can’t be too full. You just let me toss these fish into the lake and I’ll give you a demonstration.”
“This I have to see,” the warden said. So he stood back while Joe Bob tossed the fish into the lake. Joe Bob quietly turned and continued packing the gear.”
“Well?” the warden asked.
“Well what?” Joe Bob replied.
“Ain’t you going to show me how the fish just jump into the bucket?”
Joe Bob looked at him innocently and said, “What fish?”
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