On gun control and modern bill payin'(with plastic?)
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Many thanks to the author of below Robert A Waters, for the Family Guardian
It is now closer to reality than you think. You’re sound asleep when you hear a thump outside your bedroom door. Half-awake, and nearly paralyzed with fear, you hear muffled whispers. At least two people have broken into your house and are moving your way. With your heart pumping, you reach down beside your bed and pick up your shotgun. You rack a shell into the chamber, then inch toward the door and open it. In the darkness, you make out two shadows.
One holds something that looks like a crowbar. When the intruder brandishes it as if to strike, you raise the shotgun and fire. The blast knocks both thugs to the floor. One writhes and screams while the second man crawls to the front door and lurches outside. As you pick up the telephone to call police, you know you’re in trouble.
In your country, most guns were outlawed years before, and the few that are privately owned are so stringently regulated as to make them useless. Yours was never registered. Police arrive and inform you that the second burglar has died. They arrest you for First Degree Murder and Illegal Possession of a Firearm. When you talk to your attorney, he tells you not to worry: authorities will probably plea the case down to manslaughter.
“What kind of sentence will I get?” you ask.
“Only ten-to-twelve years,” he replies, as if that’s nothing. “Behave yourself, and you’ll be out in seven.”
The next day, the shooting is the lead story in the local newspaper. Somehow, you’re portrayed as an eccentric vigilante while the two men you shot are represented as choirboys. Their friends and relatives can’t find an unkind word to say about them. Buried deep down in the article, authorities acknowledge that both “victims” have been arrested numerous times. But the next day’s headline says it all: “Lovable Rogue Son Didn’t Deserve to Die.” The thieves have been transformed from career criminals into Robin Hood-type pranksters. As the days wear on, the story takes wings. The national media picks it up, then the international media. The surviving burglar has become a folk hero.
Your attorney says the thief is preparing to sue you, and he’ll probably win. The media publishes reports that your home has been burglarized several times in the past and that you’ve been critical of local police for their lack of effort in apprehending the suspects. After the last break-in, you told your neighbor that you would be prepared next time. The District Attorney uses this to allege that you were lying in wait for the burglars.
A few months later, you go to trial. The charges haven’t been reduced, as your lawyer had so confidently predicted. When you take the stand, your anger at the injustice of it all works against you. Prosecutors paint a picture of you as a mean, vengeful man. It doesn’t take long for the jury to convict you of all charges.
The judge sentences you to life in prison.
This case really happened.
On August 22, 1999, Tony Martin of Emneth, Norfolk , England , killed one burglar and wounded a second. In April, 2000, he was convicted and is now serving a life term.
How did it become a crime to defend one’s own life in the once great British Empire ?
It started with the Pistols Act of 1903. This seemingly reasonable law forbade selling pistols to minors or felons and established that handgun sales were to be made only to those who had a license. The Firearms Act of 1920 expanded licensing to include not only handguns but all firearms except shotguns.
Later laws passed in 1953 and 1967 outlawed the carrying of any weapon by private citizens and mandated the registration of all shotguns.
Momentum for total handgun confiscation began in earnest after the Hungerford mass shooting in 1987. Michael Ryan, a mentally disturbed Man with a Kalashnikov rifle, walked down the streets shooting everyone he saw. When the smoke cleared, 17 people were dead.
The British public, already de-sensitized by eighty years of “gun control”, demanded even tougher restrictions. (The seizure of all privately owned handguns was the objective even though Ryan used a rifle.)
Nine years later, at Dunblane , Scotland , Thomas Hamilton used a semi-automatic weapon to murder 16 children and a teacher at a public school.
For many years, the media had portrayed all gun owners as mentally unstable, or worse, criminals. Now the press had a real kook with which to beat up law-abiding gun owners. Day after day, week after week, the media gave up all pretense of objectivity and demanded a total ban on all handguns. The Dunblane Inquiry, a few months later, Sealed the fate of the few sidearm still owned by private citizens.
During the years in which the British government incrementally took away most gun rights, the notion that a citizen had the right to armed self-defense came to be seen as vigilantism. Authorities refused to grant gun licenses to people who were threatened, claiming that self-defense was no longer considered a reason to own a gun. Citizens who shot burglars or robbers or rapists were charged while the real criminals were released.
Indeed, after the Martin shooting, a police spokesman was quoted as saying, “We cannot have people take the law into their own hands.”
All of Martin’s neighbors had been robbed numerous times, and several elderly people were severely injured in beatings by young thugs who had no fear of the consequences. Martin himself, a collector of antiques, had seen most of his collection trashed or stolen by burglars.
When the Dunblane inquiry ended, citizens who owned handguns were given three months to turn them over to local authorities. Being good British subjects, most people obeyed the law. The few who didn’t were visited by police and threatened with ten-year prison sentences if they didn’t comply. Police later bragged that they’d taken nearly 200,000 handguns from private citizens.
How did the authorities know who had handguns? The guns had been registered and licensed. Kinda like cars.
WAKE UP AMERICA , THIS IS WHY OUR FOUNDING FATHERS PUT THE SECOND AMENDMENT IN OUR CONSTITUTION.
“..it does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people’s minds..”
The above was sent to me in an email, and I thought ya’ll would like to read it..it moved me…it should you!
With this entry and all through April my recipies will all be based on things grown in West Virginia( grown locally to support local farmers)
BLACK WALNUT COOKIES
1/2 lb. butter
1 1/4 c. sugar
2 eggs, beaten
1 tsp. molasses
1 tsp. vanilla
2 3/4 c. flour
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
3/4 c. black walnuts, chopped
Mix together 1/2 pound butter and 1 1/4 cups sugar. Add 2 beaten eggs, then 1 teaspoon vanilla and 1 teaspoon molasses. Sift together 2 3/4 cups flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon baking soda. Add dry ingredients; yields thick dough. Mix in 3/4 cup chopped walnuts; dough even thicker. Roll into logs about 2 1/2 inches thick and wrap in waxed paper. Store logs in refrigerator freezer at least overnight to merge flavors and facilitate slicing. Slice dough right from freezer into thin cookies and bake on cookie sheet at 350 degrees until very light brown, only a few minutes.
next issue- cream of garlic soup!
“A NEW way to pay your utilites!(NOT!)
It’s the 21st century and things are better as far as paying my utilities, or so I thought. The past few monthes have been hard on the financial front. Can you say-broke, can ya say NO DOUGH, so broke ya can’t pay attention? Well I generally live pay check to pay check, as many do, and rather than get a money order, then drive a 120 mile round trip AND pay $20 to Western Union for the privelege of making sure the phone bill gets paid immediately, wow a load off one’s mind! This month I decided to try a new method of payment on the advice of the phone company (frontier). I was advised to go to my local grocery store and purchase a “bill pay debit card” which in theory would allow me to use the automated billing on the phone. Wow, says I, I can save all that time(2 hours)and gas($10) and hassel with the western union forms for payment, and just put some numbers in on my phone and PRESTO! my bill is paid.
Sounds great does’nt it? As I said, in theory sounds great! In practice, it sucks! I tried to pay on the phone, and nothing but the recorded message “we are not able to process your transaction at this time” What, not at this time? when then? So now we call the phone company to get some input from them. Now I followed all directions to the letter and of course the tech I spoke with thought( and rightly so in everyone from every other state’s eyes) that because I live in WEST VIRGINIA, I must be a complete idiot and cant do a simple phone tranaction and need to be walked through the process. Ok, says I , maybe I did something wrong. Did you know that EVERY time those debit card numbers are input, in any way, $2 is deducted from the principle(amount you paid for the card)? Niether did I, and for that matter neither did the phone company billing department!PH co” all right sir, I’ll walk ya through this task- Ok what is the debit card #?” xxx-xxx-xxxx says I,” and what is the expiration date sir” 08/11 says I, “ok sir and the three digit security code” – xxx says I- “ok sir, now we will athourize this transaction and you should be good to go” AAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTMMMMMM. “I’m sorry sir, that did’nt work, next we’ll try to put it in as a credit card since it IS a Visa card” Ok says I, same process, same result!This went on for at least two more techs, and a few supervisors and then i was put in touch with their “Troubleshooting dept” “I have reviewed you trouble ticket and we MAY have a fault in the system that does’nt recognize debit cards” “Ok sir, try this- go to our online bill pay site and register, then use your card there at the site and your troubles are over”. Yeah, ya’d think so, would’nt ya? NOT- there is NO provision for using debit cards, AT ALL- online check-OK, Visa or Master card credit cards- OK, BUT NO PROVISION FOR DEBIT CARDS, at all! No we find that each time I and each time the phone company input the card number, $2 is deducted from the debit card- lets see, $16 for the tech guys/gals, another $10 for the supervisors, and another $6 trying to use online bill pay for a grand total of$34 LOST( at least to me) and a like amount goes to the debit card company!
Thank GOD! I went the easy route At least the phone company gave me credit for the money lost in the transactions.
lets see now- $34 in debit card fees( BTW still havent paid the phone bill!)
$10 saved in gas money
2 hours and 120 miles saved
Agravation and hassel factor?
Don’t leave home without it!
MYB ADVICE- and because it’s FREE ADVICE ya dont have to take it!
DO NOT BUY OR USE “GREEN DOT” VISA BILL PAY DEBIT CARDS
The cards are a SCAM! they are available at RITE AIDE, and SUPERMARKETS everywhere.
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.
She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but
knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.
She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided
to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the
house than the drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and
knew a lot about ranching.
For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very
well. Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired hand,
‘You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You
should go into town and kick up your heels.’ The hired hand readily agreed
and went into town one Saturday night.
One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. Two o’clock and no
Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room,
he found the rancher’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine,
waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her.
‘Unbutton my blouse and take it off, she said. Trembling, he did as
she directed.. ‘Now take off my boots.’ He did as she asked, ever so
‘Now take off my socks.’ He removed each gently and placed them
neatly by her boots. ‘Now take off my skirt.’ He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly
watching her eyes in the fire light.
‘Now take off my bra.’ Again, with trembling hands, he did as he
was told and dropped it to the floor. Then she looked at him and said, ‘If
you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired.’
Bubba had long heard the stories of an amazing family tradition. It seems
that his father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been able to walk on
water on their 21st birthday. On that special day, they’d each walked across
the lake to the bar on the far side for their first legal drink.
So when Bubba’s 21st birthday came a round, he and his pal Jim Bob took a
boat out to the middle of the lake, Bubba stepped out of the boat .. and
nearly drowned! Jim Bob just barely managed to pull him to safety.
Furious and confused, Bubba went to see his grandmother. ‘Grandma,’ he
asked, ‘it’s my 21st birthday, so why can’t I walk ‘cross the lake like my
pappy, his father, and his father before hi m?’
Granny looked deeply into Bubba’s troubled eyes and said, ‘Because your
father, your grandfather and your great grandfather were born in January, when
the lake is frozen, and you were born in July, you dumbass’.
This is TRUE!
How Budweiser handled those who laughed at those
who died on the 11th of September,
Thought you might like to know what happened
in a little town north of Bakersfield , California .
After you finish reading this,
please forward this story on to others
so that our nation and people around the world
will know about those who laughed
when they found out about the tragic events
in New York , Pennsylvania , and the Pentagon.
On September 11th,
A Budweiser employee was making a delivery
to a convenience store in a California town
He knew of the tragedy that had occurred
in New York when he entered the business
to find the two Arabs, who owned the business, whooping and hollering to show their approval
and support of this treacherous attack.
The Budweiser employee went to his truck,
called his boss and told him
of the very upsetting event!
He didn’t feel he could be in that store with those
horrible people. His boss asked him,
“Do you think you could go in there long enough
to pull every Budweiser product and item
our beverage company sells there?
We’ll never deliver to them again.”
The employee walked in,
proceeded to pull every single product his
beverage company provided and left
with an incredible grin on his face.
He told them never to bother to call for
a delivery again.
Budweiser happens to be the beer of choice
for that community.
Just letting you know how Kern County
handled this situation. And Now
The Rest Of The Story:
It seems that the Bud driver and the Pepsi man
are neighbors. Bud called Pepsi and told him.
Pepsi called his boss who told him to
pull all Pepsi products as well!!!
That would include Frito Lay, etc.
Furthermore, word spread and
all vendors followed suit! At last report,
the store was closed indefinitely.
Good old American
Passive-Aggressive A$$ Whoopin!
Pass this along, America needs to know
that we’re all working together!
If you can read this.
Thank a teacher…
If you are reading it in English….
THANK A SOLDIER!!!
Cheer up “Old-Farts”, this guy has the right idea!!!!!!!!!
Subject: JOKE OF THE DAY
A widow, age 70, decided that it was time to get married again.
She put an ad in the local paper that read:
MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70’s),
MUST NOT BEAT ME,
MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME, &
MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!!!!
ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.
On the second day, she heard the doorbell.
She opened the door and much to her dismay, was a grey-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair because he had no arms or legs.
Taken back the old woman said,
“You’re not really asking me to consider you, are you? . . . .
Just look at you … you have no legs”!
The old man smiled as he said, ‘Therefore, I cannot run around on you!’
She snorted. ‘You don’t have any arms either!’
Again, the old man replied with a big smile, ‘Therefore, I can never beat you!’
The old lady, folded her arms across her bosom,
took a step back as she raised an eyebrow and asked with a mocking smile,
“Ah!, but are you still good in bed”???
The old man leaned back, with a twinkle in his eye, he beamed an even bigger smile and said,
“Rang the doorbell didn’t I”?
[BUZZ TONE, BUZZ TONE]
This is a test of the Emergency Alert System, formally known as the Emergency Broadcast System (until it was killed off with the rest of Civil Defense in the 90s). This is only a test.
This station in “voluntary” cooperation (yeah, since we’d like to keep our broadcasting license) with the FCC and local authorities have conducted this test to help justify the billions in tax dollars we spend every month in the Dept of Homeland Security.
In the event of an actual emergency, you would have heard even more of that irritating and piercing tone – like something we never updated since the 50s – continuing on for sooooooo long it’s doubtful you’d stay tuned long enough to hear anything useful or up to date anwyay. You’ll probably be better informed by some other source, such as the internet, that is until we take that over too, and give you a lame Department of Homeland Security Graphic like in the TV show Jericho on CBS, devoid of any actual information or instructions that would be useful to you.
Had this been an actual emergency other than weather, (the NOAA system actually works very well) you would have probably been instructed to go into your bomb shelter, which we officially stopped encouraging you to build, and have given you no guidance as to how to build since the 50s, and to live off your weeks supply of food and water which we didn’t tell you to store, until FEMA can get to you, which may be weeks or never since it took 5 days to get water to the Superdome after Katrina in New Orleans, even with days of warning. Don’t worry about us though, we’ll be safe deep in our secret government bunkers, in case you’re concerned.
This concludes this test, of the Emergency Alert System. Thank you for your cooperation, as if you had a choice. We’ll let you know you’re screwed, long after you are, officially, in case you can’t figure that out on your own.
Redneck word of the day : “OBAMA”
BOUGHT ME A CASE OF BEER AND DRANK IT OBAMA SELF!
Oh…some folks have asked me for something about”beautiful Ohio”- ahhhh….hows this?; (thanks Larry and Kev!)
Aug. 12 – Moved into our new home in Ohio. It is so beautiful here. The hills and river valleys are so picturesque. I have a beautiful old oak tree in my front yard. Can hardly wait to see the change in the seasons. This is truly God’s Country.
Oct. 14 – Ohio is such a gorgeous place to live, one of the real special places on Earth. The leaves are turning a multitude of different colors. I love all of the shades of reds, oranges and yellows, they are so bright. I want to walk through all of the beautiful hills and spot some white tail deer. They are so graceful; certainly they must be the most peaceful creatures on Earth. This must be paradise.
Nov. 11 – Deer season opens this week. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to shoot these elegant animals. They are the very symbol of peace and tranquility here in Ohio. I hope it snows soon. I love it here!
Dec. 2 – It snowed last night. I woke to the usual wonderful sight: everything covered in a beautiful blanket of white. The oak tree is magnificent. It looks like a postcard. We went out and swept the snow from the steps and driveway. The air is so crisp, clean and refreshing. We had a snowball fight. I won, and the snowplow came down the street. He must have gotten too close to the driveway because we had to go out and shovel the end of the driveway again. What a beautiful place.Nature in harmony. I love it here!
Dec. 12 – More snow last night. I love it! The plow did his cute little trick again. What a rascal. A winter wonderland. I love it here!
Dec. 19 – More snow – couldn’t get out of the driveway to get to work in time. I’m exhausted from all of the shoveling. And that snowplow!
Dec. 21 – More of that white shit coming down. I’ve got blisters on my hands and a kink in my back. I think that the snowplow driver waits around the corner until I’m done shoveling the driveway. Asshole.
Dec. 25 – White Christmas? More freakin’ snow. If I ever get my hands on the sonofabitch who drives that snowplow, I swear I’ll castrate him. And why don’t they use more salt on these roads to melt this crap??
Dec. 28 – It hasn’t stopped snowing since Christmas. I have been inside since then, except of course when that SOB “Snowplow Harry” comes by. Can’t go anywhere, cars are buried up to the windows. Weather man says to expect another 10 inches. Do you have any idea how many shovelfuls 10 inches is??
Jan. 1 – Happy New Year? The way it’s coming down it won’t melt until the 4th of July ! The snowplow got stuck down the road and the shithead actually had the balls to come and ask to borrow a shovel! I told him I’d broken 6 already this season.
Jan. 4 – Finally got out of the house. We went to the store to get some food and a goddamn deer ran out in front of my car and I hit the bastard. It did $3,000 in damage to the car. Those beasts ought to be killed. The hunters should have a longer season if you ask me.
Jan. 27 – Warmed up a little and rained today. The rain turned the snow into ice and the weight of it broke the main limb of the oak tree in the front yard and it went through the roof. I should have cut that old piece of shit into fireplace wood when I had the chance.
May 23 – Took my car to the local garage. Would you believe the whole underside of the car is rusted away from all of that damn salt they dump on the road? Car looks like a bashed up, heap of rusted cow shit.
May 10 – Sold the car, the house, and moved to Florida. I can’t imagine why anyone in their freakin’ mind would ever want to live in the God forsaken State of Ohio.
OK, thats it for this time, keep the shiney side up, and , don’t forget to comment cause although the duck(damn duck) may have a death wish, I’d hate to see him/her go.