This is the rugged sort of individual you'd want with ya if the whole world went to shit. A key individual for any Plan Appalachia operations.
posted by Pell @ 10:29 PM
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Lowbrow Truth Serum
No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What every body echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their field. -- Henry David Thoreau, tax dodger.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
This is the rugged sort of individual you'd want with ya if the whole world went to shit. A key individual for any Plan Appalachia operations.
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Ah yes my friend...I will watch your back and the dogs are the only alarm we need. When your dog barks in the middle of the night and wakes you out of a sound sleep, do you get pissed and yell shut the eff up you stupid ahole, or do you trust your dog and get up with a loaded shotgun, pistol, or my favorite, a big chunk of 2x4 with a comfortable grip carved out for ease of swing, to check as to what your trusted companion is warning you about? Trust you dog...in the end he(or she or they) is your only true friend. When the Apocolypse comes down, I will be one of the survivors. Hearty stock they call that. As for food, yesterday was my first kill of the season... a big fat heafty doe. Dressed at 174 lbs of delicious red meat. Home grown and apple and corn fed. We are the new breed of Hillbillys...you like me? Good. You don't like me? Good.
Good God I like your style Bob -- straight out of Revelations. And as you should know, I always listen through my dog. We worked on censory transmition last month when hunting dove. She looks, I shoot. It should be much easier with intruders, for both of us. And my weapon of choice for close in close action has got to be the shotgun. The isolated back and forth assembly-plant-clicking sound of a racking shotgun in the night should terrify the sane. For the insane, well, when Old Yeller needed to be put down the boy did what he had to.
Jesus, I can't believe how strange we're getting. Is it the news of nuclear tests in North Korea? Civil war in Iraq? Rick Santorum not getting his ass handed to him in pre election polls?
I don't know, but at least it's not as wierd as it was.
Pell
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