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?
Probably more entertaining than giving them to the bllggrthi. The bllggrthi muffle the screams.
Heh - givens ome of the Airmen I knew, Lackadaisical AFB is more like it.
That terrorist we had chained up in the basement last week, Papa and I decided to have some fun with ‘em. We took that terrorist some deep down in the hollow, we knew he would never find his way out. Papa and I sat on the front porch and listened to the terrorist yell and scream nearly all night. The critters had a hard time catch ‘em. The terrorist; we gave him a sporting chance. Gave him some homemade bombs made out of ole Number #9. I think the terrorist drank the bombs. Papa and I agreed that had to be the only reason it took the critters all night to take ‘em down. Papa said about morning .. Dang why did we waist all that whiskey?
AArrrrggggghhhhh!! Th etyp omonsterh as gotteni ntom yk eyboard!!!
Or even better, maybe it was a Revenoor terrorist. Was it?
I was at Lackland the summer of ‘63 at the tender age of 17. How time does fly.
Me and Papa don’t choose favorites. We treat ‘em all equally.
When did we lose control of the house?
Morning.
Maybe she’s screening her calls.
Clearly, you mean to ask when did you lose the illusion of control of the house.
Well that's why I was calling from the likker shop. I was hoping she'd pick up then.
When Mom was still with me and Papa she used to do that. Said them terrorists screaming down in the hollow kept her awake ... Mom got on Papa's nerves something fear-ace. Papa used to go in and ask Mom ... What you want me and the boy to do ... Let them terrorist go? Mom always said ... No Papa, you bringing the boy up right. Papa would come back out on the front and say ... here boy have another drink.
and morning.
Down here on Copperhead Road .. http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=h_cdlqN-Dgs
We can’t pull the covers over our heads. The breathing noises wake them up and they get munchy. When we leave them down around our waists, then we can take quick action if they start nibbling on our toes.
We had a bad case of bed bugs too recently.
Have found that if you use Junior Johnson’s formula for moonshine, it causes them bed bugs to stop reproducing. The ones left then die off. Just takes one treatment and no more bed bugs.
Correct, as usual.
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