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?
At this point, who cares? He can lurk forever, but his screed are belong to us!
Night, now!
Isn’t she though? She’ll look you in the eye and say, “Haaaaaaai,” because she’s from arayound heah.
Nice gun! (Cute girl, too.) Someday she can be a gunner on a ship, like Kathleen’s big sister.
I need to get a picture of Bill with his latest haircut and his silly beard. I think he’s trying to look older than 19 ;-).
Goodnight ‘Face
Sleep well. :)
Pretty girl!
I don't know about Velcro. But I do know that it sticks to the insides of the garbage disposal pipes.
Invented by aliens? I wouldn’t be at all surprised.
I saw this thread start but had to leave on some family business.
I was stuned.
One great troll roasting!
Thank you. She’s my partner in many a crime. :)
I understand that this is a good flexible sealant...
These guys volunteered...
But maybe we could send some of these instead...
Because these Seals were busy...
Last report had Darks at work fighting some terrible aberration in the plumbing system that created bubbling, frothing, hissing, and reddish water emanating from the pipes.. They wouldn't be somehow connected to the library would they?
The pipes?
Uh-oh.
For a space habitat, our plumbing systems are very down-to-earth. The waste pipes depend on gravity to function, whether it's planetary, thrust, or rotational artificial gravity. There are no valves to close.
Of course, it doesn't simply evacuate to space; we would bleed out in no time.
The waste pipes are part of a closed system. Here on this portion, the Flying Castle portion, waste processing is as commonplace as any other sewage treatment plant. It's the equivalent of a small town system, but the pipes aren't that large.
Still, it's an avenue of attack, by misbegotten fortune, that I hadn't considered.
For some reason, quid brings to mind five of something or something moist, white and squiggly.
Good morning or whatever the case may be!
My first driving experience in LA was also my first experience driving a rather large pick-up with a problem in something that sounded like steering linkage. What was scarier was driving a motor home during tornado tail winds or whatever you call tornado leftovers, followed by driving it in a city during sheets of rainfall in which you couldn’t see two feet beyond the hood. People wonder why I’m a homebody. Hmph.
Good morning and Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all who celebrate it!
Ah, the infamous and literal cat burglar, caught on security tape.
It’s the cat who loved brahs and kept his servant well supplied with them.
Who on earth would throw uncooked spaghetti at Velcro? I mean, what’s the point?
I’m hoping the things Darks is dealing with don’t make it to the Library. It’s the one place that requires mostly silence!
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