Wat's Guns-N-Stuff Thread

Hey, wizz?

Do ya really just hate the ones, ya know, that are like born in the Middle East but will gladly get down on your knees 3 times a day to suck off a black one who went to prison and converted? If so, hang one a few minutes, yo boy wat has some Malcolm X quotes he would like to impress you with. I think if you close your eyes while you're down there, ya know, prayin 🤷‍♀️ I guess that you can imagine an elderly white guy with a gut and filled with a viagra aided 2 inch hard on to be a hung BBC.

Again, just askin for a friend.
 
Yeah, I took a look yesterday when the subject came up. Contact the sellers and see if you can make a bulk deal and be done with it. It's only going to get worse with time. :rolleyes:
Hey! Punk ass racist!

I've still got my keyboard sights set for you. You need to watch your ass if you venture far from the loving, racist confines that is this thread of mine. You keep your racist takes here at home and all is cool. Mama will give love to her wayward child. Go out in the real world and say that crap...
 
Yeah, I took a look yesterday when the subject came up. Contact the sellers and see if you can make a bulk deal and be done with it. It's only going to get worse with time. :rolleyes:


Yeah, I reckon so. I have some stashed, and I have a can or 2 of aught six loaded onto clips. At this rate, they'll be sound investments.
 
Nothing much to add. I keep hoping and praying that I can get up and excitedly describe the running gun battle that my guns engaged in overnight but they are clearly not the party animals.

Maybe because some of them are so old. Hell, I have a shotgun in the safe that's older than I am. By a lot.
 
*chuckle* Yeah, got a couple of those. An 1907 Winchester .22 pump and a 1908 Colt Pocket Pistol (25 cal.).
 
They all shoot, it's just that parts are getting hard to find so they're retired. Oh, and the 25 acp ammo is more expensive than 45 these days. Also have a 1941 Colt Woodsman, now that one is fun to shoot. A few weeks ago I out shot a guy that was shooting an AR at 50 yds with that little pistol. To be fair, he was a crappy shot and I did it just to fuck with him a bit.
 
"Curtis & Leroy bought a mule for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day. The next morning the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, fellows, I have some bad news, the mule died last night."
Curtis & Leroy replied,"Well, then just give us our money back." The farmer said,"Can't do that. I went and spent it already." They said, "OK then, just bring us the dead mule." The farmer asked, "What in the world ya'll gonna do with a dead mule?" Curtis said, "We gonna raffle him off."
The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead mule!" Leroy said, "We shore can! We don't hafta tell nobody he's dead!" A couple of weeks later, the farmer ran into Curtis & Leroy at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store and asked. "What'd you fellers ever do with that dead mule?"
They said,"We raffled him off like we said we wuz gonna do." Leroy said,"We sold 500 tickets fer two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898." The farmer said, "Didn't anyone complain?" Curtis said, "Well, the feller who won got upset. So we gave him his two dollars back."
Curtis and Leroy now work for the government. They're overseeing the Bailout & Stimulus Programs." - Author Unknown
 
Okay, let it be known far and wide that on this day, the 11th of May 2024, at 8:15 a.m. local time, RobDownSouth actually laughed out loud at an attempt at humor from someone on the other side of the political aisle.

Well done, LL Cox.

(Somewhere a seal is breaking)
 
I heard the Curtis and Leroy tale as being one Donald J. Trump himself doin' the buyin' and the rafflin'. I doubt he'd know what a mule is, but there you have it. Speaking of, the landlady has a really nice mule that lives in the pasture next door. Wat gives him treats when he comes over.


Got home with the new/old rifle. The hardware looks fine, and the stock not so much. It's off to the workshop for it then.


Oh, before I forget: 'Murrika!!!
 
I think that helping folks, even the unhelpable, is healing and beneficial for our souls. Well, those of us who have them. Real help, like teaching them to fish. If they just want fish, then fuck 'em. After a few fish, we're done, and they need to go find another patsie.


I find that the most broken people seem to suffer from the most self-delusion. It's not so much that they lie to themselves, it's that the poor fuckers can't determine fact from fiction.


If you can't tell if it's peanut butter or shit, you're probably gonna eat a lot more shit than the next guy.




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Or guns-n-ammo . . . .
 
Okay, let it be known far and wide that on this day, the 11th of May 2024, at 8:15 a.m. local time, RobDownSouth actually laughed out loud at an attempt at humor from someone on the other side of the political aisle.

Well done, LL Cox.

(Somewhere a seal is breaking)
Too bad you couldn't include the joke post right above this, amirite? Zzzzzzzzzzz
 
After further review, the stock was decided to be Overly Needy. It has some deterioration going on. Shopping commenced and a source of reproduction stocks was located. Walnut. That'll do. Could a sprung for one of the fancy laminated target shooter stocks, but why? This ol' thing will be a shooter, and if we ever find a receiver-only deal, I might consider farming it out for a real target gun, as I always like narrowing down shooting errors to the shooter by eliminating both rifle and ammunition.
 
Mid-1939 model. This one likely went overseas somewhere. It could be yours for a paltry $2500.


Plus shipping.


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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front



By: Wendell Berry​


Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
 
If it could only talk, the stories it would tell.



Then again, It might have spent the war in Jersey at Fort Dix.


Down the road, they recently changed the name of the army base from Fort Confederate General to Fort Politically Correct General (at least I reckon s/he was/is a general). But in typical gummint failure to look at the whole picture fashion, one of the roads leading to the place is still Fort Confederate General Boulevard.


Some plans come together. Others prematurely ejaculate.
 
I wonder if the PC cry babies that were behind all of that lives have taken a dramatic turn for the better? Don't bother to answer, it was a rhetorical question.

Not to worry, Stonewall's 'Valley Campaign', will still be taught at the Army War College. As will the successes and failures of the other Confederate officers. There are policies instituted by some of those officers that are still SOP today, although many have no idea as to the source of those SOP's.

I cannot fathom the mind that believes that changing names changes history. In many ways it reminds me of criminals that change their name to avoid detection but it doesn't change their nature.

I suppose you're speaking of A P Hill, but that's not the only one.
 
I think that they've got them all changed now. No matter, they can call them what they want. I would suggest that they take it up with the local gummint authorities and change the names of the approach routes while they're at it. They probably want to match.


I don't care, and I don't have an opinion.


I'm looking forward to my new walnut stock's arrival. I also ordered some reproduction metal pieces for it, too. New supports for an old set of working bits, but they'll be some very clean working bits when Wat gets them sorted.
 
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