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Cool! Another target and no remorse!
nice one lefty!! target shooting!
Im surviving for my family and my right to live on this Planet
as far as #2 goes, LOL, the rape gangs will exist. and probably immediately. I've seen the beginnings of that before. when chaos strikes, sickos feel like they can get away with anything. Naturally, men will go for the sex then the food. Im going to live to protect my kids, and wife and anyone else from these useless non-humans. But trust me, Im praying in my own way, that our fears never materialize!
The crazy part I can't figure out is how these assclowns always manage to find each other and then travel in packs. Mostly seems like a good argument for high capacity mags to me.
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The crazy part I can't figure out is how these assclowns always manage to find each other and then travel in packs.-d
I hope that is how it would be, and am particularly hopeful they travel on loud bikes like in the SHTF movies. Lets see... Loud bikes announce in advance that they are coming up the road. Do you:
A) Run away screaming in fear and/or get shot/plundered/raped like in the movies?
OR
B) Set up an ambush. Shoot the ones in front, then mow the rest down in the chaos that results from the ones in back crashing into the fallen ones in front?
Tough decision.
so that when i ride into town past the mummified bodies and derelict vehicles, I can look longingly into the sky. The movement of the birds will calm me as I see they are unruffled. riding down the main street, my horse kicks up tiny dirt devils with each plod of her hoof, I weave between the wreckage, always wary. When i dismount and go into the shattered drug store, all i will want is neosporin or hydrogen peroxide.. and maybe this time I'll find some. As I walk back, my saddle bag a little fuller, I will notice a guitar store half a block up. I unsheath my 30-30, and hop, skip, and jump over the detritus of a nation to the still intact glass doors, and after a few minutes, get them pushed open, and walk slowly, admiringly, past the shining instruments still hanging where a long forgotten salesperson arranged them years ago. Jostling my rifle to my other hand, i'll select a beautiful taylor jumbo body acoustic twelve string, it's finish immaculate beneath a fine patina of dust.
Out in the street, after a quick tune and a moment to let the guitar adjust to the change in temperature, I'll play a slow fingerpick bluesy tune, maybe Hesitation Blues or something by Ry Cooder. As the notes jangle down the empty streets, and the sun casts long shadows on the concrete, I'll lean the guitar against a fire hydrant, it's top spun off and the rusty pipe long since dry... there will be another guitar in another store, no need to pack that one, and no new generation of players waiting in the wings. A dull orange glow seven stories up across town lets me know I'm not the only one in the city, and my horse and I quietly slip out the way we came, back to the tumbleweeds and twisted mesquite, where the blowing sands conceal our tracks and any direction is as good as another, and every morning brings us closer to the suns inevitable set on humanities brief reign on earth.
Hmm... Your scenario gave no reason to engage into a firefight!
Ask my 6,000,000 dead relatives in Europe why... Enough said.
Is it better to go out young and strong in a blaze of glory or die old and weak, laying in a 'nursing' home bed, peeing and pooping all over yourself, alone because you can not remember the people around you now and everybody you can remember is already dead?
Yes it does! I get to keep their bikes!
Don't think they will be on bikes...probably lowriders, or maybe max.
Funny you ask. As a manager of a dept that requires real MEN to accomplish the goals set by my boss i meet a lot of MALES that think they are up for the job. What a joke! I would rather have one 40 year old MAN on the job than two 20 year old MALES! Nothing personal meanmike, I hear a lot of "I" "I" "I" "ME" "ME" "ME" crap from the 20 something generation. Most have no guts, no balls and no heart! If this is you? Take it for what it is. If not, pass it on to the 95% of your generation that has no idea.
Lefty.
What does this have to do with my post??? :huh:
In my 30+ years of being an employee, manager, and now boss, I have found that employee motivation (guts, balls, heart as you put it) comes from the managers and the bosses. People do not work for just a paycheck, they work for self esteem, pride, and recognition. Maybe you should look into your management style.
My post was to imply that a person should take a risk and enjoy life, do the things they want to do, because one way or the other, the end is going to happen and it is not going to be comfortable.