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OMG!

Remember, not all plates are guaranteed to increase in value…

* as seen on TV

So, have we jumped the shark yet?

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No Guns Sign Spotted

I was out shopping today (CCWing of course) and ran across a no guns sign at a shopping center I’ve shopped at many times before. I’ve never seen this sign before, or at least never bothered to read it. It is WAY up a light pole too. As far as I know, state law does not give legal backing to these signs here in Washington, and I can only be arrested for trespassing if I refuse to leave. We also have statewide preemption, though not that you’d notice from the antics of Seattle’s Mayor. I’m in the process of investigating what I can do about this sign, including contacting the properties management, but I want to get my act together before I make any contact. Wish me luck!

Here’s a photograph of the sign for the curious:

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NC Teacher Berates Young John McCain Supporters

“In my classroom, Barack Obama wins!”

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Ted Nugent, RINO Hunter Extraordinaire

(h/t) Conservative Libertarian Outpost

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The Little Red Hen

…just a short work of fiction, nothing more.

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The Little Red Hen sat at her kitchen table cleaning her guns. The Remington 870 Express Magnum 12GA had already been cleaned and reloaded with 00 Buckshot and the AR-15 was next. Her EAA Witness in .45 ACP in the holster on her hip luckily hadn’t been fired and wouldn’t require cleaning. She sat the AR-15 on the stand in front of her and slid the pins out, separating the two halves of the rifle. In no time she had the bolt carrier and bolt disassembled and with the application of some Hoppes #9 and some brass brushes, the carbon fouling became a memory. After she had cleaned the barrel and the rest of the rifle, she lubricated all the parts and reassembled it. After a quick wipe down to remove stray lubricant, she function tested it and slapped in a freshly loaded magazine. There, she was fully operational once more.

It’d all started the week before when she’d heard a knock on the door. When she opened the door the government Weasel on her front stoop informed her that he was there to collect some of her “pie” to give to the Duck, Cat and Dog. Apparently they hadn’t taken it well when she had refused to share her food with them, even though they had declined to help her plant, care for, harvest and process her grain. Now, with winter approaching and starvation looming, they were desperate for something to eat. No amount of reasoning or cajoling would convince the Weasel that the Duck, Cat and Dog didn’t deserve any of her food. “When you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody!” the Weasel said, and when she protested further, he’d called in two Jack Booted Wolves who had forced there way into her home and ripped the door off of her pantry. It was then Weasel noticed her shotgun over her mantle and a couple of back issues of American Rifleman laying on the kitchen counter.

“Ah, so you’re a gun owner!” he crowed with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Our Dear Leader has authorized common sense gun control legislation to keep dangerous weapons out of the hands of criminals and children. You wouldn’t have any of those dangerous “Assault Weapons” in your gun safe, would you?” The Little Red Hen was flabbergasted. Who had ever heard of such a stupid thing in their entire life? All the children around these parts went hunting after school and used firearms to protect their property and themselves. In fact, as a young chick she had been on her schools rifle team and thought nothing of bringing her .22lr to school with her. …and what the hell was an “Assault Weapon” anyway?

“I most certainly do not! Besides, I have my second amendment rights!” she sputtered with her wingtips at her hips. It was then her feathers shifted slightly and exposed her pistol at her hip.

“GUN!!!” the JBW’s screamed and they rushed her. She backpedaled into the front room and managed to reach her shotgun before they reached her. She turned, flipped off the safety and squeezed the trigger. The first JBW took the load of buckshot dead center of his furry face, and the results were truly horrifying to behold. The Little Red Hen pumped the action and loosed another load of buckshot at the other JBW, but his vest stopped the pellets. With a growl he knocked the shotgun from her wings and tackled her. She struggled with him and managed to break free. She ran to her bedroom at the back of the house and grabbed her AR-15 from her closet. As he charged up the hallway after her, she ventilated his hideous form with several 5.56mm rounds. The poor JBW didn’t have a chance as his vest was only rated to stop handgun rounds. Each round left the muzzle of her Bushmaster traveling in excess of 3,200 fps and punched through his bullet proof vest like it was cheesecloth. She stepped over his twitching body and entered the kitchen, where she found the Weasel crouched up against her kitchen cabinet.

“You wouldn’t shoot me, would you?” he pleaded, voice trembling. Without saying a word she punched a .22 caliber hole neatly between his eyes and he slumped to the floor. The remains of the Weasel and the two JBW’s now decorated her front gate as a warning to other intruders, the crows pecking at their lifeless eyes.

She climbed up the ladder behind her house to the roof where she set up shop. Several rifles of various calibers lay arranged neatly beside her along with several remote controls. Being a farmer did have certain benefits, one of which was the ready access to large amounts of Ammonium Nitrate and Diesel fuel. She’d arranged several surprises for her soon to be arriving visitors, who she could hear on the Police scanner discussing how to proceed with her arrest and murder. She was as prepared as she was ever going to be, but if all else failed there was one last surprise she’d cooked up. He entire basement had been converted into a large bomb. If she triggered that one, people in the next state would hear it. Soon the authorities arrived, broke down her gate and rushed her house.

Witnesses later say there was intense gunfire that day, as well as several explosions which rocked the Earth around The Little Red Hen’s farm and lifted several patrol cars into the air in flames. Toward the end, the Little Red Hen was mortally wounded and the Police began to close in on her. When they approached the house, a tremendous explosion which registered on the Richter scale rocked the ground and the shock wave blew out windows for miles around. In the end, almost all of the Weasel in Chief’s minions he’d sent that day didn’t go home alive.

…and all because they pushed one Little Red Hen too far.

The End

III

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Welcome to the United Socialist States of America!

…where almost everyone’s got their hand out.

Game Over folks.

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Vote!!!

Today’s the day folks. If you haven’t already voted, I urge you to go and do so! Nothing is more important today than defeating the Obamanation! If you value your constitutionally guarunteed right to keep and bear arms get out and vote for the candidate of your choice.

Defend your freedoms!

Defend your rights!

Defeat Obama!

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Gun Sales WAY up!

From Fox News:

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A New Bill of Rights?

What’s wrong with the old one?

Please read:

Does America Need a New Bill of Rights?

Pierre, S.D. —  My son and I are on ground where one of my heroes –- the legendary Joe Foss, U.S. Marine, America’s leading ace in aerial combat, Medal of Honor recipient, mentor and friend -– once stood beside me. We’re hunting –- and exercising our Second Amendment right “to keep and bear arms.” We will be back home in time to vote in hopes that this “right of the people” won’t be “infringed.” But I wonder.

Last week in Ohio, the Obama for President Campaign suggested that Americans need a “second Bill of Rights.” The idea –- not a new one for liberals –- came this time from Rep. Marcy Kaptur, D-Ohio, as she introduced Senator Obama at a rally in Toledo. Congressman Kaptur enthusiastically endorsed the initiative –- first proffered by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt on January 11, 1944. Senator Obama said nothing to disabuse his enthusiastic followers of the notion. It was a bad idea when FDR advocated it -– and it is now.

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