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?
Well, all I can say is this: Sionnsar had a first time at it, too, so don’t be dismayed at the mantle that has been given you. Wear it with honor, because each time you move us, you are honoring sion.
(Suck it up, GI!)
That’s funny, Dude! You are something else!
As we used to say in Happy Valley, “You cute little (expletive!) Don’t you EVER die!”
Yah. Like that. ;o]
I see YOU’RE here... Where’s Pardeck? He used to help keep the riff-raff out of this place. :-)
Nah. Don’t feel like dying. I must admit I felt like I was going to when I lost the hips, but I got over that when I got outfitted with a new set. Someday I hope the scars fade, though...
“And that was how I became a hideous cyborg, and abomination of SCIENCE!!” -the grandfatherly man winked at his grandchildren, their stunned expressions were priceless.
“Dear, stop traumatising the poor dears.” his wife wandered in past the stock still forms of her grandchildren.
“Snap out of it you two.” she ordered.
“Graaaaaaaaandpa, did you ever try to take over the world?” the youngest said finally.
“Well, I.” he stopped due to the lethal look from his wife.
“I’ll tell you later about how we almost took over.” he finally said with a wink.
The kids raced off on adventures in the corners as they searched for hidden robot factories.
“You give them bad ideas.” his wife observed.
Stay away from our flamingos, you demented earth-pig.
The best people in the world are on FR——you guys are just more proof.
Wish I’d signed up a lot sooner-—I missed some great times, I can see.
Sorry about the Rain ,Bob.
These thing are planned so far in advance that only small changes are possible at short notice.
I found this place and then got wrapped up in one of the first true chat threads FR had.
An effective time eating machine it was too!
Kinda like this meta thread these days.
Hours can simply vanish without a trace or recollection of the passing of time.
Meanwhile, Lakeshark and his beast of a vehicle stalk the frozen wastelands of Michigan looking for unwary travellers to waylay.
Rumors of a drink called a “Blue Thingy” aboud out his way.
You found us at the right time, “When you were supposed to.”
Everyone wanders in at their appointed time for one reason or another.
Much like Callahan’s Bar. You will never find it looking for it, but only when you need it.
Even when they are bald?
Ruh Roh! That’s what happened to the neighborhood! Dang.
Only caveat is that while wandering through the castle, don't stumble through the Dimensional Doors...
I still have scars on my face from a car accident 45 years ago. I figure I don’t have to look at them, so I’m not going to worry about them. Scars are just reminders that things could be a lot worse!
Some scars fade, some don’t. Don’t worry, though...the scars don’t define you. :o])
Ah. Like the Room of Requirement. Gottit!
I think you’re doing a fine job. But I drink your coffee, so what do I know?
Pretty close, except the Room of Requirement only provides for a need you know you have and can articulate.
"Even when they are bald?"
On the other side of the keyboard, your alter ego is always handsome, tall, and neatly coiffed.
Even more so if you have yourself cloned.
Well, thanks! We try to be The Place to go when the rest of FR gets caught up in the news of the day, with political and/or religious arguments and just plain STUFF.
We make it a point to “be here” for the Undeaders, and we will always listen. If advice is needed, however, you’re on your own. NOT! There are enough of us here to render help no matter what the problem, and the rest of us have broad shoulders, so we listen.
And yes, we do try to have fun, but this thing can shift more often and in more directions than a Democrat! The difference is, we do it in real time and for the purpose of having fun.
So, again, welcome, and make yourself at home. We have three habitats, and lots of room, so I’m sure you will find someplace comfortable. I like the library. Fireplace, furs and fine snacks and drinks. Or something!
Or Crash-lands into the cargo hold at an intersection when the Flying castle cuts you up on a Traffic Island!
Must remember to repair my Shuttle craft sometime, it may be useful in the future.
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