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?
The problem isn’t a munchy one. Tigger has seven claws on one front paw and six on the other. When he does an entrapment maneuver, you know it.
Them youngins ... they have not figured out to have a good time yet. John Lee Petimore and Junior Johnson ... now them boys have fun. We’s get together Run in circles on asphalt, turn left (never figured out why we don’t run the other way) and win money. They call turn right on the track ... Pollish? Never did figure that out. YEW-HAW!
I wash tol zhat, bush zhe mooshine never makesh it to zhe sheetsh, for shome reashon.
‘Member back when was youngin and exploring around the still finding ole running cars abandoned ... Used to play in ‘em all day. There is one in this video ... Same song .. different vid ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXr9EYQ2MJE
I wait to near dark for getting plastered on the shine. Papa still wants to go hunting. Last time got into the shine of a morning ... nearly shot Papa. He told Mama and Mama ain’t let have a drink of a morning since.
I washn’t in zhe shine, hhonesht inshun! I wash in zhe bed bugsh rapellant.
You are my moonshine.
My only moonshine.
You make me happy
When skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take
My moonshine away.
Mom told me to quit creating trans-dimensional anomalies. They scare the cats and it's really funny. Anyway, I thought she was out and I was having a little fun.
Mom WASN'T out and she fell into one.
I managed to get hold of Dad, who was not happy having his afterlife interrupted, and he's gone looking for her. But it's going to be no fun when they get back.
If I don't post much this afternoon, you'll know why.
Dang. I can’t keep up with this. Isn’t it time for lunch for some of you?
I wanted to post but found, when I checked, that the thread had moved so far, so fast, that what I had to say would have stuck out like a sore thumb. Or a black eye.
A glance at the radar image from Occasionallyaccurate Weather indeed shows some blueglop and greenglop in the vicinity of the alleged location of Darksheare and his minions. However, on physical examination of the mentioned area (which required an eva after donning various items of protective gear) determined that neither blueglop nor greenglop are impacting the immediate area, Further investigation seems to indicate that someone in Thealgore camp has gained control of the weather machine and has issued the following command from the console:
$ cat /globull/bluebllggrthl.glop /globull/greenbllggrthl.glop > /tmp/holdbllggrthl.glop
It would appear that all the .glop files are being combined in a temporary directory and being held for some reason, probably waiting for a lpt command to dump it all in one place at the same time.
I am attempting to access the weather machine internals to do a rm on the /tmp directory...
I thought you said you were hearing MUSIC..
I happen to know Argee doesn't attend one of those churches...
Wait..
Oh, you're talking about hunting..
Nevermind.
Let's see... If you were 17 in '63, then you're older than me.
But not by much...
Well... a meth lab sure blows up prettier than a still...
I hate death. I refuse to attend funerals, and doubt very much if I will even attend my own, when the time comes.
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