If I had to guess I'd say the guy had a 'Hate has no home here' lawn sign because I defended giving my Godson that BB gun.
I admit I did troll him to a degree. When he asked, 'Why don't you give him an AR?" I explained to him that he's too young for one right now because it doesn't fit him. Then I explained we'd graduate him to a .22 and then to an intermediate cartridge to get him into high power, say a .223 and while an AR is certainly in the running I was leaning towards an accurized heavy barrel bolt gun before graduating him to maybe a Garand or a .308 bolt gun and when he got close to his adult weight, maybe a .338 Lapua so he's good out to 1750 meters."
Anyway, after he told me he collects friendships, love, peace and the usual hippie dippie $hit. He also mentioned his father served in WW2. I said I had a DD 214 and asked if he did and he went through the roof. Actually I was hoping he did. Sons follow fathers and I was looking for common ground.
He really went off on me with the I'm as good as you are and I'm a New York city street kid and I'd like to punch me out and yada yada yada.
I was surprised the AI didn't pick up on it and give him a time out but he was a leftist and they seem immune to it.
Anyway after his two or three rants I simply posted I was going to do the only thing a rational man can do under these circumstances. This conversation is over.
A successful mission. I got a limousine liberal to out himself. He did it to himself when he threatened me.
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One of the things I have noticed over the past couple of years is if a home has a 'Hate has no home here' lawn sign in the yard the odds are pretty good that just mentioning the name Donald Trump is pretty good way of hearing a pretty good hateful rant from the homeowner.
I've actually done that three time I can remember and all three fed me a pretty hateful rant about the current president-elect. It's been some of the most hateful and malicious speech I have ever heard.
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Any of the peace love virtue signals bring me to general quarters instantly. While I know that there are people that actually live that way, the majority of them are using it to hide behind and are easily outed.
I read a post made by a cop that got called to a virtue signaler's house. Seems she left her garage door open and a pickup stopped in front of her house and two black males got out, ran into her garage, rolled her lawn mower out and threw it into the pickup bed and drove off. Apparently she saw what happened when they threw the mower in the bed and drove off. She want to her garage and of course her mower was gone. She dialed 911.
When the police officer showed up the only description she could give was 2 black males and a pickup truck. Not much help.
Ossifer Friendly explained that he really didn't have enough to go on and suggested she get a new lawn mower.
She was agape and said, "You mean the police department can't keep two ni&&ers from stealing my lawn mower?!"
Frankly that's what I expect from the virtue signalers.
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One thing about NYC street kids in the Army. Some of them are OK and adapt. Many don't and are selfish and look out for themselves and screw the unit. They don't understand unit cohesion.
I had to deal with one on my FIRST DAY out of training at my new unit. The guy on my left in formation told me he was from NEW YORK CITY. Yeah, OK. Who cares.
With an order of 'right face' he was behind me and while we were being herded off to PT he thought he could get away with me and smacked the back of my head. Not once but three times. I'm sure my head bobbled but I was a newbie and disciplined. I held course and speed and when we got to the PT field (a parking lot) he took another swing which I blocked. I counterattacked and gave home a Moe Howard to the eyeballs and then busted him up at my leisure. It took just a few seconds and I resumed the position of parade rest as he was sitting there pretty injured.
A couple of medics went to work.
After PT I was called into the BC's office and immediately threatened with a General Courts-Martial. I stayed silent. I wondered if I was going to be carted off by the MPs.
We were interrupted by the First Sergeant and I was told to wait outside. When I was told to return the BC simply said, "You may go but I WILL be keeping an eye on you."
I had won the lottery. Big time. A pair of NCOS had been tagging behind and had witnessed the entire thing, start to finish, and had gone straight to Top and told him what had happened. I had simply been attacked and defended myself.
Later the NCOs both became my friends as much as a friend can be between a private and a staff sergeant. They had integrity. They both became some of my mentors.
I played hell for the next couple of months keeping on the straight and narrow but I never had a problem afterwards. A couple of months later the BC rotated out and I had the proverbial clean slate.
Later in Kodiak I saw the "I'm from New York City" crowd eaten alive and it was hilarious. Then again I worked with one hell of a deckhand that was from the Big Apple.
One thing I remember from Kodiak was the time some a$$hole came into Tony's Bar and announced he was from NYC.
I'd been in town a while and was beginning to be known for my dry sense of humor. Most people ignored the guy but I didn't.
My reply was, "Oh, yeah, a$$hole? I'm a real live cowboy from East Muleshoe, Oklahoma and you can't tell me $hit!"
That brought the house down.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this:
http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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