This was taken yesterday. In two days, he'll be one month old!
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?
Thanks NTI... I informed Darksheare and those other persons who are rumored to be on FR in that location...
I didn't know him, but I'm sorry to hear that. Condolences to all who did know him.
Nightmares implanted while you wait!
Now with complimentary Thrgrlls and a mint!
Yes, I did set rocks on fire.
Confession time: I have a talent with two things.
Sharpening kives to a nightmare edge and fire.
The rock was begging for it, it was a huge boulder.
And it was less than seven foot from the house.
Did I mention it was a quartzitic granite with sulfur chaser?
Lit it up, melted about two inches off the surface and freaked out the neighbors.
Years later I was camping.
Dad was about a quarter mile away, at night, and noticed he had a shadow.
Since humans don’t normally cast flickery wavy shadows at night he deduced that something was odd about this.
So he turned around and saw the PILLAR OF FIRE.
[This one was lame, it wasn’t a cloud by day. Drats.]
Dad came rushing back to teh campsite to find me tending this two foot wide abomination of flame and heat.
And site security was standing there getting fire pointers from yours truly as they were amazed and mystified with my talent to stack wood that should by rightsonly produce a three foot flame and instead produce a thirty foot column of OMG.
Dad yelled at me, site security coughed and said ‘Oh yeah, by the way..’
So I flipped one single log down, the fire dropped to a sedate foot and a half tall, and security crapped their knickers.
My malignant talent with sharpening knives.
What can I say about it?
Have a pocketknife that has a sheepsfoot blade that I always kept at a keen hair popping edge.
Well my boss at the time, retail job, borrowed the knife.
I warned him in front of witnesses repeatedly “DO NOT TOUCH THE EDGE. EVER.”
Less than five minutes later he’s running up to me and instisting he’s going to sue me because he had his finger on the cutting edge while using the blade to scrape stickers off of shelving.
And the blade shuddered across a sticky spot, rebounded off the webbing of his hand and neat as you please took his finger down to the bone.
The only hint he had that he’d nearly lost his finger was the horror splash of crimson fluid on the wall when he set the knife down.
He never felt it near remove his finger.
Everyone laughed at him after he explained how he accomplished this feat.
Heard, thanks!
He was “One of the Great Old Ones” of the forum.
Been shaken to the core these past two days Dark.
Yuppers.
That we have.
They’re around.
Not posting so often, but they’re around.
I’ve lost far too many people over the years. Some were realted, some were school mates, some were friends, and some were FRiends, while others were neighbors and acquaintenances. I will never get used to the losses, and I will never accept that I won’t see them again.
I KNOW I will see them all. They were all in my life, even though some were there only briefly, and because of that, they will be in my afterlife.
A book that helped me to understand how these things mesh together is “The Five People You Will Meet In Heaven.” I forgot the author, and it is a small book, but it is very telling.
Some were RELATED! *sheesh*
*The Darksheare Sphere slowly rolls away, mission complete.*
Thank You ... Agreement to the fullest. Never read the book mentioned ... may have to go looking for those words.
You have no clue, Darks. When you are sad or depressed, nine words out of the eleven I try to type will be misspelled.
It’s exponential. And very creepy. Unless one recognizes a kindred spirit... ;o]
Know you are working diligently to avoid the pitfalls of the warnings on that system. Wishing you great success.
Mine (mistakes) are missing spaces between words or entire missing words. Have enough trouble when not sad or depressed add in aforestated and wow. Straight up disaster.
This was taken yesterday. In two days, he'll be one month old!
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