to be able to locate & ID each other at the FEMA camps?
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Should we post our photos
- Thread starter Gunfighter14e2
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I'm going to suggest if we do that, it be in PMs only, and possibly only directly on something like Signal or radio or such.
I've had SH, my name, and screen name patches for years to wear at the various matches. Might even use my own picture for my avatar someday.... oh wait.
No pic, but I’m the old guy with gray hair, a beer belly and the bad attitude.
Does that help?
Does that help?
Huh, how will someone tell the 2 of us apart?
I am going to be easily identifiable enough.
6'1", 156 lb. East Asian male. Age: Lower 30's. Military haircut and olive drab T-shirt. Fluent in Mandarin and English.
Extremely hostile towards: Rats. (No. I am not talking about the rodent.)
Recruiting: Any and all men of combat ready mental and physical stature for membership in a certain club.
Skills desired: Using available materials such as rough paper, rocks, and commercial scrapers to file down glass, wood, and plastic shards into dual edged razor sharp penetrating instruments.
Other requirements:
MUST not be weak at the sight of blood.
MUST not hesitate when faced with the need to take certain highly unpleasant and drastic actions.
MUST not allow himself to be haunted with regret after taking such actions.
MUST be able to maintain neutral facial expressions under any circumstances.
MUST be able to load, use, and perform basic maintenance on any long arms and sidearms used by contemporary military and police forces.
MUST possess sufficient leadership skills in order to comfort, reassure, and lead more physically and emotionally vulnerable fellow human beings, ie., noncombatant women and children, to hiding or safety.
The reason for this club: You want to stay in the camp forever and possibly die there? I don't...
6'1", 156 lb. East Asian male. Age: Lower 30's. Military haircut and olive drab T-shirt. Fluent in Mandarin and English.
Extremely hostile towards: Rats. (No. I am not talking about the rodent.)
Recruiting: Any and all men of combat ready mental and physical stature for membership in a certain club.
Skills desired: Using available materials such as rough paper, rocks, and commercial scrapers to file down glass, wood, and plastic shards into dual edged razor sharp penetrating instruments.
Other requirements:
MUST not be weak at the sight of blood.
MUST not hesitate when faced with the need to take certain highly unpleasant and drastic actions.
MUST not allow himself to be haunted with regret after taking such actions.
MUST be able to maintain neutral facial expressions under any circumstances.
MUST be able to load, use, and perform basic maintenance on any long arms and sidearms used by contemporary military and police forces.
MUST possess sufficient leadership skills in order to comfort, reassure, and lead more physically and emotionally vulnerable fellow human beings, ie., noncombatant women and children, to hiding or safety.
The reason for this club: You want to stay in the camp forever and possibly die there? I don't...
Try not to get into the camp in the first place if at all?
In WWII the actual camps were very hard to escape from, but some did manage to get off the trains just like some did manage to get out.
And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand? After all, you knew ahead of time that those bluecaps were out at night for no good purpose. And you could be sure ahead of time that you’d be cracking the skull of a cutthroat. Or what about the Black Maria sitting out there on the street with one lonely chauffeur — what if it had been driven off or its tires spiked. The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt!”
~~Alexander Solzhenitsyn
I won't post any pictures of my firearms, so I will not be posting pictures of me or my family. I never plan on entering a FEMA or any other type of camp, so don't go looking for me. You may find my name in the obituary, but never on a FEMA list.
Govt already has your photos, medical info, known associates from data mining internet and cellphone activity and geolocation. They have your financial info from your taxes and for all of us whom have military service they have our DNA and much more on file.
I don't post my photo and specific info more to protect myself from spammers, hackers, doxxers and other cons.
I don't post my photo and specific info more to protect myself from spammers, hackers, doxxers and other cons.
We voluntarily send them updated fingerprint cards and photos when we urge them to accept additional volunteer taxes from us $200 at a time.....
We'll just have to challenge questions. Like..explain Minute of Duck or What (or who) TF was Spongey? Why does everyone think Veer is a tango? Tell us the fate of poppcalrocks? Can a guy really shoot a 3 hole cloverleaf at 800m with a 308? You know,...Stuff only hiders would know.
I enjoy long walks on the beach, caramel frappes, and being wined and dined...oh my bad wrong forum...
You don’t need my picture. I’ll be the guy in the black, deaths-head, FEMA uniform with the bullwhip.
At 6’1”, 156# all you’ll need to do to escape is wait for a strong wind.
The funny thing is, I am a bit of a recoil junkie as well. Twin barrel 10-gauge South African sidehammers, each tube charged with 160 grains of Swiss 3Fg and solid wad wrapped ball... I burned through both of 'em without much of a shrug. One of the other guys wanted to duplex the next load with Hodgdon 777 but the consensus among all of us was that the piston effect of the resulting behemoth is going to wreck that 150 year old action...
Having some subtle way to identify other Snipershide members to each other might be beneficial in some circumstances. In my case, perhaps just the handle "Unknown" in script in the shape of the handle to some tool such as an axe would suffice. ("Lay then the axe to the root", or Luke 3:9).
Last time I put a picture up on here @sirhrmechanic and @TheGerman fckn quoted the damn thing and likely got it stored away for blackmail purposes or somethin.. hence the reason for the "Im Sammy Davis Jr and like men.." or whatever the hell my sig says.
That'll be the last time I ever share yall in on any of my fun. Here I was thinking I was lookin out for the team.. nope. Now I gotta worry bout one yall sum bitches plastering em everywhere and her pap knocking on my door with a baseball bat the next day! G0dd@mn!t!!!!!
That'll be the last time I ever share yall in on any of my fun. Here I was thinking I was lookin out for the team.. nope. Now I gotta worry bout one yall sum bitches plastering em everywhere and her pap knocking on my door with a baseball bat the next day! G0dd@mn!t!!!!!
We also sent it to Nigerian warlords and Veer is photoshopping it onto Nancy Pelosi's head as we speak.
Be afraid... be very afraid!
Sirhr
Guess its on me for leaving any possible traces of identification of her.. its all good tho I still love yall and no issues if her face aint shown so here ya go,
Fuck it.. Im already 5 Yuenglings deep, its 5 o clock one time zone over. So heres yours truly at my absolute best, 18 and bulletproof baby!(blue shirt)
ETA: damn this one brought back memories.. my older brother's(my bro is the dude next to me in red) buddy had just returned from Iraq in one piece AND it was his bday. So we all wanted to throw a huge blowout for em. Well several hours into the party, some POS white gangbangers(no, not the Aryan Nazi kind, the faggy ass wigger kind from Macon) made one of their recruits stab a random person at the party who happened to be my bro's and the returning soldier's good friend.. Sean, the returning soldier, thankfully wasn't drinking that night, and had his G19 on his hip. Sean said he watched the whole thing go down, the little lump of garbage walked up behind the dude and stuck em in the back twice.. little did he know a combat vet who JUST got home from the shit was like 10 feet away and the "stabbee" happened to be his close friend. Amazingly Sean didn't light him up on the spot...only because my tarded drunk ass was in the line of fire oblivious to the entire shebang. Apparently we all jumped on the dude tho and gave em a good what for before the police showed up. Sean said my tarded drunk ass walked directly in front of one of the cops with that^^^ bottle in my hand like a true genius and even asked him to help me tie my shoes or some shit. Thankfully they weren't there to arrest underage drinkers..
So in case yall were wonderin, yes, in my official family tree book, my great grandparents on mamas side had same last name.... BEFORE they got married. Not joking. So dont begrudge me if I got a little bit of tard in me
ETA: damn this one brought back memories.. my older brother's(my bro is the dude next to me in red) buddy had just returned from Iraq in one piece AND it was his bday. So we all wanted to throw a huge blowout for em. Well several hours into the party, some POS white gangbangers(no, not the Aryan Nazi kind, the faggy ass wigger kind from Macon) made one of their recruits stab a random person at the party who happened to be my bro's and the returning soldier's good friend.. Sean, the returning soldier, thankfully wasn't drinking that night, and had his G19 on his hip. Sean said he watched the whole thing go down, the little lump of garbage walked up behind the dude and stuck em in the back twice.. little did he know a combat vet who JUST got home from the shit was like 10 feet away and the "stabbee" happened to be his close friend. Amazingly Sean didn't light him up on the spot...only because my tarded drunk ass was in the line of fire oblivious to the entire shebang. Apparently we all jumped on the dude tho and gave em a good what for before the police showed up. Sean said my tarded drunk ass walked directly in front of one of the cops with that^^^ bottle in my hand like a true genius and even asked him to help me tie my shoes or some shit. Thankfully they weren't there to arrest underage drinkers..
So in case yall were wonderin, yes, in my official family tree book, my great grandparents on mamas side had same last name.... BEFORE they got married. Not joking. So dont begrudge me if I got a little bit of tard in me
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May need more pictures to research on the chick on the left.
For research purposes. For a friend.
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