Month: December 2010

Get The Boy Something He Wants!

Click on the pic for full size and check out how much things have changed. Old sport store Christmas sale items.

Lionel trains, footballs, bicycles, knives and guns! A Daisy air rifle, I think a S&W Model 10, a pump .22 rifle and I cannot identify the semi autos. And you can bet that store window did not have shatter proof glass.


Guns In parks? ZOMG! Blood on the Monkey Bars!!!!

Palm Beach County residents might want to think twice about starting an argument with another parent over using the swings or maybe throw on a bullet-proof vest.

Thus is the kind of “journalism” that makes me shake my head in disgust. Not only because it is an obvious piece of B.S. but also because I cannot believe that a “journalist” does not know that PBC must comply with a State law over a year old or suffer possible lawsuits in an era of budget restrictions.

It is easier to blame the usual suspects, the NRA to be precise, and then moan and complain how ‘state law has shifted in favor of pulling a weapon for a myriad of “justifiable” reasons, parents should be concerned.’ That other counties have had people carrying concealed for a while now without a single problem from Citizens with Concealed Weapons Permits seem to escape the author’s research…if he ever made it.

About the only good thing this article has to offer is that criminals and mamby-pamby parents may want to avoid parks from now on leaving more space for us rednecks & crackers. If we are lucky, we will have the same level of crime as we do in other public gun ranges…. almost zero.

Twas the Night before the Night before Christmas…

‘Twas the night before the Night before Christmas, when all through the Mall

not a creature was stirring, not even a Janitor.

The Surveillance cams were hung by Starbucks with care

In the hope that a Burglar soon would be there.

The Snipers were nestled all snug in their hides

While night visions and lasers danced at any head.

And the LT’s in his shemag, and I in my tactical cap,

Had just settled down practicing double taps

When out by Sears Lawn & Garden arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the mat to see what was the target.

Away to the window I threw a flash bang,

it tore open the shutters and blew up the glass.

The green hue of the new-bought infra-red

Gave the luster of kryptonite to targets below,

When, what to my hunting eyes should appear,

But a tactical sleigh, and eight Terr friends,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Tactical Nick.

More rapid than Predators his Tangos they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Ali! now, Mohamed! now, Pancho and Viktor!

On, Carlos! on Aamir! on, Hanni and Feodor!

To the top of Borders to the top of the Gap!

Now blast away! blast away! blast away all!”

As dry debris that before the wild backblast fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, blow it to the sky,

So up to the house-top the food court they flew,

With the tac sleigh full of ammo, and Tactical Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The bouncing and falling of each hot brass case.

As I drew in my HK USP .45, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Marpat, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and soot;

A bundle of grenades he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a trainer opening his Versipack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! he was running out of breath!

His cheeks were sunken, I am sure he popped Meth!

His droll little mouth was drawn up in a scowl,

And the beard of his chin was as dark as his soul.

The stump of glass pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

Full of gravy, ketchup and grease and it was quite smelly.

He was dangerous and armed, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A spakr of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know that I had to go ahead;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his guns,

And filled the mall with huge amounts of lead.

And laying his finger, heavy on the triggers

And giving a howl, made the mayhem bigger;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew shooting off one last missile.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he extricated out of sight,

“Happy Tactical Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

By Gecko45.

Texting for Seniors.

Since Seniors are texting and tweeting, there appears to be a need for a STC (Senior Texting Code).

ATD: At The Doctor’s

BFF: Best Friend Farted

BTW: Bring The Wheelchair

BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth

CBM: Covered By Medicare

CUATSC: See You At The Senior Center

DWI: Driving While Incontinent

FWB: Friend With Beta Blockers

FWIW: Forgot Where I Was

FYI: Found Your Insulin

GGPBL: Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low!

GHA: Got Heartburn Again

HGBM: Had Good Bowel Movement

IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?

LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out

LOL: Living On Lipitor

LWO: Lawrence Welk’s On

OMMR: On My Massage Recliner

OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas.

ROFL…GU: Rolling On The Floor Laughing… And Can’t Get Up

SGGP: Sorry, Gotta Go Poop

TTYL: Talk To You Louder

WAITT: Who Am I Talking To?

WTFA: Wet The Furniture Again

WTP: Where’s The Prunes?

WWNO: Walker Wheels Need Oil