Wat’s Carbon Water-N-Stuff Thread - Concepts In Iron And Wood!!!

It's the beautiful people who are the clear and present danger to me and my community, its mores and customs (and memes, [obligatory] oh my!).

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I live near them now, and I am humping it to get out of here.


Of course, there will be those annoying Amish skid marks in the roads, but they seem to biodegrade.


I wonder of some of the beatiful people realing that there is soil beneath their beloved pavement.


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Forced reset triggers and bump stocks exist to make the tacticool idjits waste their money.


Shooting is, I think, meant to be a precision thing. Especially if you're the one buying the ammo. Hell, I could get into spray-n-pray, too, if the former Soviet Union were sending me a boxcar of ammo every month.


Trivia: Clyde Barrow was all about robbing National Guard armories to acquire specimens of his favorite firearm: the BAR. And food for it/them, too.


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I think that they prefer to be called Canada geese. Truth is, they are the original Illegal Aliens. No green cards, no paperwork, relying on the largess of regular 'Murrikans, breed like rats (so the swamp rats will have plenty to eat - gosling is gooood), and generally hostile to humans. Let them fly north.


Motherfuckers.


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It's the beautiful people who are the clear and present danger to me and my community, its mores and customs (and memes, [obligatory] oh my!).

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If you were honest, which is a concept that has eluded you your entire life, you'd admit that the biggest "clear and present danger" to you is anyone with the temerity to disagree with you.

Disagreeing with you, I seem to recall, was a prime example of your "ad hominem by class" logical fallacy you did your master's thesis on.
 
An oldie but goodie:


Life is dangerous by definition. Walking out the door in the morning can be harrowing. There is no guarantee that you’ll be home for supper. One has to pay attention. There seems to be some kind of mistaken notion that all should be safe as being in momma’s arms. No true, not possible, cannot happen.

Let’s see, and just to be clear as an azure sky, Dangerous Things can successfully be navigated in Life by Sentient Beings. Focus, Plan, and Execute.

1: I shoot guns. As recently as last week. I have shot many types for half a century. I have never shot myself, a member of my family, or someone else. Anyone else. Ever.

2: I own several firearms. Save for the war relics, mine have never shot me, a family member, or anyone else. Ever. I reckon that they are defective then.

3: I ride motorcycles and occasionally visit a biker bar or three, with and without firearms. I have never had to use one, never had one used on me, and I have 28/32 teeth and a pristine factory original nose. The bike, the people, and the weapons have never harmed me, nor I them. Ever.

4: I drive automobiles, many miles per year, especially on wet pavement (a feat not possible for some lit weasels). I also drive successfully and safely on ice and snow. No deaths, one injury (quite non-fatal) and one trashed car. Ever.

5: I own and operate numerous power tools. For example, I used a chain saw to prune many tree limbs just last week. No deaths, no maimings, no blood. I own and regularly use circular saws, reciprocating saws, grinders, routers - all sorts of power stuff. Still have two eyes and 10 fingers, and all of that is, like firearms safety, 100% by design. I can drive nails by hand without hitting myself on the thumb with the hammer. I can take a pile of lumber and a connex full of supplies and build a house from the ground to the ridgeline. I have rebuilt engines. In fact, I can do damned near anything that I want to just from reading the directions, and there’s a whole lotta shit I ain’t need no stinkin’ directions for.

Oh yeah, and I can drive a stick. Three on the tree, four (or 5 or 6) on the floor, 5 or 6 on the pedal, two sticks in the old road tractors and the Road Rangers, too. Fuck an automatic. I can also hand crank those vehicles so provided.

It’s doubtful whether half the posters here could hang a picture on a wall with a hammer and nail from scratch. Folks need work, so I reckon that there are people to hire.


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An oldie but goodie:


Life is dangerous by definition. Walking out the door in the morning can be harrowing. There is no guarantee that you’ll be home for supper. One has to pay attention. There seems to be some kind of mistaken notion that all should be safe as being in momma’s arms. No true, not possible, cannot happen.

Let’s see, and just to be clear as an azure sky, Dangerous Things can successfully be navigated in Life by Sentient Beings. Focus, Plan, and Execute.

1: I shoot guns. As recently as last week. I have shot many types for half a century. I have never shot myself, a member of my family, or someone else. Anyone else. Ever.

2: I own several firearms. Save for the war relics, mine have never shot me, a family member, or anyone else. Ever. I reckon that they are defective then.

3: I ride motorcycles and occasionally visit a biker bar or three, with and without firearms. I have never had to use one, never had one used on me, and I have 28/32 teeth and a pristine factory original nose. The bike, the people, and the weapons have never harmed me, nor I them. Ever.

4: I drive automobiles, many miles per year, especially on wet pavement (a feat not possible for some lit weasels). I also drive successfully and safely on ice and snow. No deaths, one injury (quite non-fatal) and one trashed car. Ever.

5: I own and operate numerous power tools. For example, I used a chain saw to prune many tree limbs just last week. No deaths, no maimings, no blood. I own and regularly use circular saws, reciprocating saws, grinders, routers - all sorts of power stuff. Still have two eyes and 10 fingers, and all of that is, like firearms safety, 100% by design. I can drive nails by hand without hitting myself on the thumb with the hammer. I can take a pile of lumber and a connex full of supplies and build a house from the ground to the ridgeline. I have rebuilt engines. In fact, I can do damned near anything that I want to just from reading the directions, and there’s a whole lotta shit I ain’t need no stinkin’ directions for.

Oh yeah, and I can drive a stick. Three on the tree, four (or 5 or 6) on the floor, 5 or 6 on the pedal, two sticks in the old road tractors and the Road Rangers, too. Fuck an automatic. I can also hand crank those vehicles so provided.

It’s doubtful whether half the posters here could hang a picture on a wall with a hammer and nail from scratch. Folks need work, so I reckon that there are people to hire.


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Whelp bah golly 'n gosh durn it, but ain't yew jist the jack-off-all-trades?

And folks, this here Wat Tyler kin build shelves, too. AND he's takin' a class in welding at the Junior College! Kin yew 'majjin? The JUNIOR COLLEGE!!!

Whah, he's jist the onliest feller 'round these parts who kin do anything, and the rest of the wurld is jist a bunch 'o pussies, cuz that's azackly whut he sez!!

Let's give 'im a big hand!!
 
Inexorably, the following occurs:


Step #1: hate Wat for Wat's being Wat
Step #2: develop Wat Derangement Syndrome
Step #3: start construction of a malignant tumor to memorialize the hate
Step #4: by itself, the tumor will metastasize and migrate to the effected ass and become ass cancer.
Step #5: there will be, insh'Allah, years of pain and suffering.
Step #6: Allah will collect the sufferer at time of death and deposit him/her in the hottest corner of Islamic Hell, where the fires burn hotter, the torture is more painful, and Eternity lasts a bit longer.


Meanwhile, Wat will merrily pursue Living the Good Life as Allah's Favorite, buying more land and guns and helping the worthy and avoiding the unworthy and paying no attention to the hated-filled ass cancer sufferers.


Because things have a way of not working out the way that Litlibs would have us believe.


Allah is Merciful . . . .
 
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