You have to say something every 5th post. It's the Rules..............
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I would love to shoot some dumb mother fucker in the nuts with my potato gun.
That's off Topic. But 'We" feel you. Really.![]()
I am assuming you watched Hermosabeach's video. Potatoe gun was 3 or 4th one i think. The pole vaulter made me cringe bad. The ones that were accidents are bad. But if some idiot is willing to take a nut shot from 3 feet away with some sort of projectile propelled by expanding gas of some type. Well then stand right there and don't move I want my turn behind the trigger. And don't forget it will be "2 for flinching" so you might want to close your eyes.
I am assuming you watched Hermosabeach's video. Potatoe gun was 3 or 4th one i think. The pole vaulter made me cringe bad. The ones that were accidents are bad. But if some idiot is willing to take a nut shot from 3 feet away with some sort of projectile propelled by expanding gas of some type. Well then stand right there and don't move I want my turn behind the trigger. And don't forget it will be "2 for flinching" so you might want to close your eyes.
I think Maser n' Picklebunny be all up in this beeeyotch ...
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Best scene: https://youtu.be/LAA3M83xi-E?t=560
Ok ok ok
lll try to add some color..... some commentary...... this thread is a place I can stop in and immediately smile or laugh.....
but it I swear I feel like a nube..... trying to correctly embed videos and pictures on this site from my phone is a pain
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I hope they're happy together and this keeps them vehwee vehwee busy............................................
Off topic? In this place? Where in a matter of two posts we can go from Senatorial Felonies to shooting long-range matches while dressed as bridesmaids for fun and legendary status?
I'm just surprised we don't have a whole "Getting shot in nuts by Spud Cannon" section?
Off topic? In this place? Where in a matter of two posts we can go from Senatorial Felonies to shooting long-range matches while dressed as bridesmaids for fun and legendary status?
I'm just surprised we don't have a whole "Getting shot in nuts by Spud Cannon" section?
[h=2]Frank Schaeffer[/h]
Frank Schaeffer is a writer. His latest book, co-written with his son, Marine Cpl. John Schaeffer, is “Keeping Faith: A Father-Son Story About Love and the United States Marine Corps.” [h=1]MY HEART ON THE LINE[/h]
Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me. Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Sometimes I cry
In 1999, when the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues… and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way. John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and… flawless uniforms. I did not. I live on the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston. I write novels for a living. I have never served in the military.
It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and… New York University. John’s enlisting was unexpected, so deeply unsettling. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question, “So where is John going to college?” from the parents who were itching to tell me all about how their son or daughter was going to Harvard. At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.
But aren’t the Marines terribly Southern?” asked one perplexed mother while… standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. “What a waste, he… was such a good student,” said another parent. One parent (a professor at a… nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should “carefully evaluate what went wrong.”
When John graduated from three months of boot camp on Parris Island, 3,000… parents and friends were on the parade deck stands. We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Many were poor. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus. John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip.
We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Hispanic, Arab… and African American and Asian. We were former Marines wearing the scars of… battle, or at least baseball caps emblazoned with battles’ names. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos. We would not have been mistaken for the educated and well-heeled parents gathered on the lawns of John’s private school a half-year before.
After graduation, one new Marine told John, “Before I was a Marine, if I had… ever seen you on my block I would’ve probably killed you just because you… were standing there.” This was a serious statement from one of John’s good friends, an African American ex-gang member from Detroit who, as John said, “would die for me now, just like I’d die for him.”
My son has connected me to my country in a way that I was too selfish and… insular to experience before. I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy.
Why were I and the other parents at my son’s private school so surprised by… his choice? During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful… and educated families did their bit. If the immorality of the Vietnam War… was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military service once that war was done?
Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a… safe place? Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us? What is the future of our democracy when the sons and daughters of the janitors at our elite universities are far more likely to be put in harm’s way than are any of the students whose dorms their parents clean?
I feel shame because it took my son’s joining the Marine Corps to make me… take notice of who is defending me. I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future “greatest generation.” As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart.
©Copyright circa November 2002 by Frank Schaeffer
FROM: The Washington Post, November 26, 2002, Page 29
Funny, when I went to boot camp, it was as he (Frank Schaeffer) described. Gang bangers, pot heads, military brats (like myself) and even a white ivy league college graduate (believe it or not) who had completed his BA at age 19. At 20 years old, with a college degree, the strong junior D.I. got on him about why he was here. I remember to this day his response. "Sir, this recruit's father told this recruit, 'To lead, you have to learn to follow". He was a hard motherfucker, graduating 2nd or third in the platoon rankings. I always wonder what became of him (hell, he already spoke three languages, so it wouldn't surprise me if they MECEP'ed his ass for a commission and moved him into some intelligence position).
We started with 86 guys in our platoon in forming, graduating only 51 of the original (+ roll backs from MRP and such), but it was certainly a diverse group (even for me, who had grown up all over the place).
And they ask ME where I come up with strange shit ...
You beat me to it, homey! I was about to post exactly the same sentiment!
Cheers,
Sirhr
And they ask ME where I come up with strange shit ...
No one wonders where 1J04 gets it. His den, bookcase on the right.