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I grew up taking our trash to the dump in a rickety wooden trailer. Every time I see my garbage man, I yell "I love you, man!" I also tip that lazy fuckin mail carrier, too. It takes a supreme douche to denigrate people who get up in the middle of the night blizzard to plow our roads, restore lost power, or defib grandma. It also takes a supreme douche not to realize that a little sugar goes a lot further and takes a lot less energy than a whole lotta misdirected and pointless hatin. A spoiled, ungrateful, self important, and entitled douche indeed.

I'd love to see FW tell his garbage man how he feels about him and watch the results unfold, week after ever lovin' week.

The Kewl Kids worked at The Swallow's Nest back then.... Just sayin'

Public unions, moron. Get your facts right for once. Violate the 1st Amendment's right to freedom of association AND throw more money at the military while we're at it! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: The Post Modern Libertarian!

Nope. But I am for dissolving public employee unions and renegotiating benefit packages moving forward. Actually, I was referring to the people in in the financial industry.

How Barney got Betty is beyond me.

There was one pic where the Pentagon 'plane' debris had alien markings on it, but it was quickly removed.

It is true that rfuck voting is correlated with IQ, probably a factor in how readily that population laps up the flag waving bullshit and the silver bullet solutions that go with it. Go downtown. Look around. Half the people around you have an IQ of 100 or below. And they vote... ...republican. Party of the Big Walmart Pup Tent and all that.

Verbal expression has a way of defying simple convention. A word can have many connotative, contextual meanings and associated emotional impacts. The N word carries with it a history of violent oppression, and so typically jars the listener. "Gay", however, has many softer, more humorous connotations. It's the feeling Nitrox got when he discovered an old trunk full of his mom's stalkings, panties and bras. For that ever-so-brief half hour, alone, in that attic, he cast off the yoke of his manly burdens - with its brooding, its encroaching Mexicans, the hidden vibrating egg - and danced. Tentatively at first, growing ever lighter as the sun streamed through the slatted vent, finally twirling madly to music only he could hear. There simply isn't another single word that conveys this apotheosis, this embracing of the inner little-pussy-boy, as well or as humorously as the word "gay". As the FW's and Nitrox's of the world have gradually come out and become accepted as equals, "gay" has lost much of its former punch as an insult, and gained more of an ironic, tongue in cheek usage. A cocked head, squinty German specs, and worn pair of Allstars should enable anyone squeamish about its use to wield it without offense. Remember, everything's contextual. The alternative, of course, is broad spectrum censorship in word and thought. This would seem to be trading one type of repression with another. Its much less stressful and just plain more fuckin' fun to occasionally offend someone you couldn't give less of a fuck about anyway and gayly get on with it. You'll note that people who are easily offended tend also to be alone and therefore unhappy, which doesn't help their original condition much. Happily, the world is full of people, a minority, but a robust one, who pick their battles and keep their sense of humor always at hand.

Looks like we got ourselves an edge-off boyz. Converse Allstars n Miami Devices at 10 paces.

Fact: No one with an IQ above 80 has ever purchased a Dodge Ram. Fact: Capris are the most effective form of birth control known, even better than a stank pair of Keens. Fact: You will never be as awesome as I am.

What's a 'faser'? Phucking 'phase', as in electromagnetic waves n shit, ye idjit.

It certainly mets the underpowered, inaccurate, and fewer shots criteria for the beginner.

I'm getting the Firearms Training banner ad LOL. Statistically, most gun deaths are domestic violence and suicide. But you know statistics...in a land where 9 out of ten believe there's a Great Big Fuzzy Kitty Way Up In The Sky Who Loves You, YMMV.

Still, nothin' beats taking out a threatening NW Forest Pass Sign with a pair of Navy Colts Rooster Cogburne style.

All poor choices, Rob. But I'm impressed nonetheless. Everybody has their favorites, but I'm not sure how anybody could call a gun like the G29 in 10mm a "poor choice" for self-defense. The 10 is an excellent cartridge (just ask Ted Nugent!) and the G29 offers an accurate, concealable, controllable and powerful package. I hate Glocks. And I still consider 10mm an over-powered wildcat cartridge. If concealment isn't a concern, my favorite gun is still the Browning Hi-Power in 9mm. Simple, comfortable, and accurate. If I could have only one gun, that would be it. (Or maybe my Ruger 10/22.) I shot 5 guns at Wades 2 birthdays ago. I liked the Glock the best and the 5 shot .38 you recommended the least. We're just genetic opposites...you're like, the darker, dumber Captain Kirk.

You gave a loaded gun to your girlfriend and stuck around?

Nice, now that you mention it Exit 38 probably does have a lot of addled folks on antidepressants. Priceless! I've always found sidearms are useful when dealing with the odd NOLS course or Boy Scout Troop, but we're not PC. Happy New Year to you, was wondering when you'd chime in. NOLS? No weapons required. Simply ski unroped on a glacier, sans helmet, and watch the alpha lesbian leader's head spontaneously combust in dissapproval. God, if only antidepressants were capable of sending one on such a thought vacation.... Ambien and Old English 800 might produce a floating moose...but you'd never remember the experience.

And enjoy the new year!

If I ran across a pissed off moose at exit 38 I'd focus more on dosages than calibers. Seems like some Zen time at the gun range might shift the focus from "Gettin' those Motherfuckers" to "Damn, this is fun..." with the choice of firearm adjusted accordingly. Having said that, get the least accurate, smallest caliber weapon with the least number of rounds to maximize overall safety of everyone involved, including yourself. Other than that: put 911 on speed dial and always wear running shoes.

And here i never got a chance tp respond to bills friend request...

corporations don't pay taxes, fuckwit, the consumer does I have a corporation, and THAT arrangement would be awesome! I know you're from commie roots, so this shit's probably new to you, but corporations price according to what the market will bear. It's not a cost plus situation. Dumbass.

Full monsoon down here. The Russian River's caramel waters are overflowing its banks just out our window. We managed to sneak a a little wine country bike tour in yesterday during the one good day this week, but the rest of the week we'll be sportin slickers. Fortunately, Cali provides a variety of entertainments and diversions suitable for even the most inclement weather.

Did your dividend check bounce? Did REI refuse to take some piece of shit jacket you trashed for years back? If no to both, then kindly STFU, ya fuckin' baby. It's retail...your choices are practically endless.

Got everything I wanted for Christmas. Must suck to watch the libtards have way more fun. Oh well, nobody said sociopathy would be easy.