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You picked up the latest new/old one I presume.


I did. It's right behind me. Can't you see it? It's bolt was a tad sticky, and of course, fucking with that can catch a finger. I got a Q-tip for oil daubing and dripped a bit on parts that look dry, and it's cycling a lot better now. However, when I get the other one reassembled, this one will need a detail strip-n-clean, Maybe not to the level this the first one did, but headed that way.


Clean steampunk rifles are happy steampunk rifles.


The bore scope arrived. It's the wrong one. The correct one will be here Thursday. This one will work on household drains and things like that.
 
So there's a rumor about...that a certain political group...may try and take out a certain candidate who is really good at putting wrenches into The Machine and fucking it up royally, to my delight. And people are expressing various levels of distress along with the tiresome calls for "prayer" and invoking the Invisible Sky Fairy for protection. Nobody is talking about a response. So..here's my thought.

If it happens? Terrible. And there won't be any magical "call to organize"...it'll be chaos. But if it happens, i.e. now did happen past tense, I think it behooves us to have a response, albeit at the individual level. So I thought, here's what I might do. Because marxists....are lazy...and rather impulsive. So you might see people actually celebrating! Even...dancing in the street. Well...in my book? They just self-identified. So? Target acquired...and commence to dispatching.

Yep. And if enough do that? Well...we just put a dent in our little "infestation" problem, did we not? You all can decide on your response. I'm still pondering. But? For now, I think if I am able to acquire some targets via self-identifying? I think it behooves me...to fuckin' put a hole...in said self-identifying targets. Maybe...multiple holes. You wanna celebrate? Celebrate...in the afterlife. Hold on...I'll help ya.
 
So there's a rumor about...that a certain political group...may try and take out a certain candidate who is really good at putting wrenches into The Machine and fucking it up royally, to my delight. And people are expressing various levels of distress along with the tiresome calls for "prayer" and invoking the Invisible Sky Fairy for protection. Nobody is talking about a response. So..here's my thought.

If it happens? Terrible. And there won't be any magical "call to organize"...it'll be chaos. But if it happens, i.e. now did happen past tense, I think it behooves us to have a response, albeit at the individual level. So I thought, here's what I might do. Because marxists....are lazy...and rather impulsive. So you might see people actually celebrating! Even...dancing in the street. Well...in my book? They just self-identified. So? Target acquired...and commence to dispatching.

Yep. And if enough do that? Well...we just put a dent in our little "infestation" problem, did we not? You all can decide on your response. I'm still pondering. But? For now, I think if I am able to acquire some targets via self-identifying? I think it behooves me...to fuckin' put a hole...in said self-identifying targets. Maybe...multiple holes. You wanna celebrate? Celebrate...in the afterlife. Hold on...I'll help ya.
We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days nickels had pictures of bumble bees on them. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now was I... Oh yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt at the time. You couldn't get where onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
 
So there's a rumor about...that a certain political group...may try and take out a certain candidate who is really good at putting wrenches into The Machine and fucking it up royally, to my delight. And people are expressing various levels of distress along with the tiresome calls for "prayer" and invoking the Invisible Sky Fairy for protection. Nobody is talking about a response. So..here's my thought.

If it happens? Terrible. And there won't be any magical "call to organize"...it'll be chaos. But if it happens, i.e. now did happen past tense, I think it behooves us to have a response, albeit at the individual level. So I thought, here's what I might do. Because marxists....are lazy...and rather impulsive. So you might see people actually celebrating! Even...dancing in the street. Well...in my book? They just self-identified. So? Target acquired...and commence to dispatching.

Yep. And if enough do that? Well...we just put a dent in our little "infestation" problem, did we not? You all can decide on your response. I'm still pondering. But? For now, I think if I am able to acquire some targets via self-identifying? I think it behooves me...to fuckin' put a hole...in said self-identifying targets. Maybe...multiple holes. You wanna celebrate? Celebrate...in the afterlife. Hold on...I'll help ya.



Let Allah sort them put then!!!


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We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days nickels had pictures of bumble bees on them. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now was I... Oh yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt at the time. You couldn't get where onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Thank you Abe Simpson!
 
Ahh, good ole Madcow for comic relief.


Yeah, well, whatever. What's a body to do? Hell, I wouldn't know half of what I'm up to if the st000pid trolls didn't make some shit up and post it. Insh'Allah the day comes soon when they FAFO. Suffice it to say, the results they get will not be the results they expect.


I think that I shall make a good concerted effort to finish cleaning the original rifle and reassemble it. I will make do with the barrel on it since it's now basically clean. Basically. I have to remove the rear sights and evict whatever is living under it/them.
 
I visited a gun show last weekend, mostly to just look around and visit with folks and maybe locate some 38-40 Winchester for an old 73 I'm resurrecting from the dead. I have a soft spot for model 12 shotguns, I'm always on the lookout for them (I get the vapors while fondling them🤗) lo' and behold, there set 2 model 12s in a rack. My heart skipped a beat with joy... until I realized the barrels were just beyond the magazine 🤔 inquiring about the guns I asked if they trench or police guns. No, the heretic replied they were sporters (full length and choked barrel) he continued, " I cut the barrel down to minimum legal length because they sell better" I was becoming ill. But held myself in check as I visited with this fucking godless heathen. Learning more than I could process mentally... (I needed to remove myself from his presence) recovering from my distress, I ran home as fast as I was able (I was in my heels) throwing the doors open on my shop sketching out a pentagram, lighting a black candle, then locating my voo-doo dolls and pins......
What the fuck is wrong with people? 😢 who would do such a despicable act? John Moses Browning just rolled over in his grave.
 
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