then you don't need bullets.just a lifetime supply of elemental sulfur,potassium nitrate and a grove of willow trees out back.With this i could shoot rocks out of a pea shooter or are we melting down brass and lead?Do i need to add them to my list of survival supplies?
You are what you are.more power to you.Guns are more effective though.You'd get a lot more done.In the primative future though,flamables will be the weapon of choice after they turn our guns on us.
note to self:add gasoline storage tanks to survival gear,approx. 20 year supply(i'm old). Bottom line,we're all going to leave this world,be it disease,car wreck, or gunshot.It doesn't really matter what happens while we're here or if we're even here.If we had one big circle shoot,WTF?Just know what it is.If you like to kill...then kill,just don't pretend to be a non violent person.Like i said before,embrass who you are and be proud of it,but don't call oneself a hippie,there is no reason for it,it doesn't matter,and it's just a joke.Damn you're up early dulcy!top of the morning
GATE i wont be around much longer so im not looking at what the hell things are going to be the next 20 /50 years.
know what you mean.Change the world?Hell i'm lucky if i can change my underwear.i just keep on keeping on.i just think it would be a hell of an experiment if everyones mindset was to lay down our guns forgo using weaponry and took the wrath of what happened.It would be a mess for awhile,but it's a mess now with no other way out.The survivers(at least there would be survivers)would have peace and thats where our souls will be after we're gone,with the survivers.
Thudly owns 2- .22 caliber rifles, 1 30-30 rifle, 1 30-06 rifle, a .32 calibre pistol,a 12 gauge single-shot shotgun, a 12 gauge double-barrel shotgun, a 10 gauge single-barrel shotgun, plus a 7-round .22 pistol. And, I have ammo for each. Plus, I'm nuts. Don't show up in my backyard unannounced. Some of these are loaded always.
Hey gate where am I trying to look violent? Where did I say i needed my guns for protection? You don't know me, you have no right to call me a redneck, for someone who's so peace driven you sure are hostile, mellow out you lil closet redneck.
I HATE closet rednecks. They should be as I am: Out of the closets, into the streets. I think Lou Reed said something like that.
and you're a hippie?i'll just wait til you're passed out drunk.i'll steal all your damn cats and leave dogs in their place...
OK you're not a redneck,just a paranoid...wait,why do you have your guns,to help the homeless?Tell me why,You just like to pretend to kill things.You're either killing.pretending to kill or just paranoid.And you did get me i'm just a peace loving redneck...
Sounds like your life was/is a waste. You have been lucky no thugs have targeted you or yours. Now you expect others to depend on blind luck. An elderly couple that lived near me had their home invaded, were beaten into a coma, and then the perpetrators set their home on fire with them in it. They weren't quite as lucky as you, but somehow they did survive. I say fight fire with fire.
The owner aquires an object because of who they are.1st are you an 80 year old lady?2nd lives lost out number the lives saved.We can both look at one sided websites and learn nothing.When one looks at all sources the facts are not there to support your claims.
I'm a Natural Born Redneck. I own a large(?), extremely functional/practical arsenal according to hci's/or whatever they call themselves Today definition. Wrong... it's just a plain ol ordinary working accumulation of fireams. My World is considered by Others to be a Fanatsy World. Rest assured... My World (Fanatasy - remember?) is not about killing Folks. Unwarranted violence is for idiots/morons (Wrong again... I'm neither.).
I haven't killed anything since last Dec. 2, 2005-- the first day of deer season. I'm in the mood. Gator-man, 1968, is being ironic-- it's way over your heads. Gatey-boy!-- Don't substitute dogs with cats! The last dog, a beagle, got off it's chain, ran on the road and got smashed by a 14-wheel dump truck before my eyes. I followed the driver to the job site and knocked him unconscious with one thunderous left hook, kicked him a few times, threw his cell-phone in a job-johnny and broke two fingers in the process. The whole fucking escapade cost me $611.50. I don't need dogs. Nor, lawyers. BTW-- I framed the citations from the District Judge. How proud can a man be?
i hope it wasn't your middle finger,that would've kept you from waving at your hippie friends.Dogs it is then.