RE: THE Gun Thread
June 2, 2022 at 1:29 pm
(This post was last modified: June 2, 2022 at 1:45 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
They’re entirely unlikely to be mentally ill. We’ve been saying that because we refuse to call them what they really are.
At least some portion of the way along the path to domestic terrorism. At the very least, an equipment dump -for- domestic terrorists.
As an “ experienced combat vet” I see little need to purchase any more firearms. I only need a baseball bat and surprise to be swimming in them should a need arise when this level of material is all over the country, relatively unsecured. I know, I know, our nut is thinking “good luck taking weapons from well armed people!”
Don’t need luck, it’s fucking easy. First, they’re not killers, and I am. That’s assuming we even need to fight about it. I’m the right shade of lipstick and I know the magic words. In the mad max eventuality they’re prepping for…they’ll -give- me whatever rifle and ammo I need and feel great about it. Like they’re helping themselves somehow. Ever was it thus, anywhere I’ve ever been.
They’re not sick. They’ve been groomed. Useful idiots with too much money and nothing better to spend it on.
Back in mere reality, and again as the kind of person who can (presumably) straighten out nutters with stupid ideas about guns and breaching…our standing orders (to my children) are to give any stranger that’s surprised you at home whatever they want -except- any reason to start shooting. That the sound of unplanned gunfire ( which is to say not me popping off a few hundred rounds, use it or lose it) means it’s time to go out the nearest window…down in the creek bed to get low…and follow it all the way to grannies house in silence. Don’t turn around, don’t look for me or mom, do f hesitate. Just….fucking…..run. That they’ve converted so many school windows to plate glass in order to save on utilities is a problem.
We had a drunk neighbor show up armed and with a grievance looking for the previous occupants when we first moved in- think I may even have commented at the time on these boards. Meth heads, metal scavengers, apparently. Can you believe that no shots were fired? How’s it goin John. You off your meds, you hungry, you thirsty? Put that pistol down and come get this plate. The very last thing you want as a parent or as a combatant is even one more gun in a given scenario.
And with that, I yield to the nut and his inevitable fantasies of making some doomed last stand with everyone’s life hanging in the balance, meantime.
At least some portion of the way along the path to domestic terrorism. At the very least, an equipment dump -for- domestic terrorists.
As an “ experienced combat vet” I see little need to purchase any more firearms. I only need a baseball bat and surprise to be swimming in them should a need arise when this level of material is all over the country, relatively unsecured. I know, I know, our nut is thinking “good luck taking weapons from well armed people!”
Don’t need luck, it’s fucking easy. First, they’re not killers, and I am. That’s assuming we even need to fight about it. I’m the right shade of lipstick and I know the magic words. In the mad max eventuality they’re prepping for…they’ll -give- me whatever rifle and ammo I need and feel great about it. Like they’re helping themselves somehow. Ever was it thus, anywhere I’ve ever been.
They’re not sick. They’ve been groomed. Useful idiots with too much money and nothing better to spend it on.
Back in mere reality, and again as the kind of person who can (presumably) straighten out nutters with stupid ideas about guns and breaching…our standing orders (to my children) are to give any stranger that’s surprised you at home whatever they want -except- any reason to start shooting. That the sound of unplanned gunfire ( which is to say not me popping off a few hundred rounds, use it or lose it) means it’s time to go out the nearest window…down in the creek bed to get low…and follow it all the way to grannies house in silence. Don’t turn around, don’t look for me or mom, do f hesitate. Just….fucking…..run. That they’ve converted so many school windows to plate glass in order to save on utilities is a problem.
We had a drunk neighbor show up armed and with a grievance looking for the previous occupants when we first moved in- think I may even have commented at the time on these boards. Meth heads, metal scavengers, apparently. Can you believe that no shots were fired? How’s it goin John. You off your meds, you hungry, you thirsty? Put that pistol down and come get this plate. The very last thing you want as a parent or as a combatant is even one more gun in a given scenario.
And with that, I yield to the nut and his inevitable fantasies of making some doomed last stand with everyone’s life hanging in the balance, meantime.
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