This is not a journal! Or a diary!
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shyflower
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Why thanks. Come on in and grab a seat lol
Going to need popcorn and a soda to watch the show.:applause:
dottie
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That was a good one, JC. You took a topic, ran with it, and it stayed interesting.
I feel for that guy and his family, too. Horrible. I am confused, though... I saw a video of his mom pleading for them to release him before they did this. So, what the hell? Why isn't our inept president doing anything about it?
His mom knew he was captured and in danger?
How did she know where to send the plea video to? Or was it just broadcasted on the news?
How come the feds have not sent one of those fancy GPS missiles to their specific location to destroy them?
How many more people do they have captive? At least one Brit. How many more?
I feel for that guy and his family, too. Horrible. I am confused, though... I saw a video of his mom pleading for them to release him before they did this. So, what the hell? Why isn't our inept president doing anything about it?
His mom knew he was captured and in danger?
How did she know where to send the plea video to? Or was it just broadcasted on the news?
How come the feds have not sent one of those fancy GPS missiles to their specific location to destroy them?
How many more people do they have captive? At least one Brit. How many more?
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dottie
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Yeah, I'm thinking I hit "Preview Post" instead of "Submit Reply"
So you were indeed accusing the mods of deleting things in order to promote a liberal agenda or...something, then.
Just checking.
dottie
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:thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:
GraybeardGhost
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^ mg: mg: mg:
mg: mg: mg:I reckon something ought to be done when you kidnap a foreign national, then video them being tortured and murdered then send the video to their country while more or less daring said country to do something about it. This is the second time in what, a month? Same thing as before. There shouldn't be a third time. Not just the inept president, but the government as a whole should do something here. If it happened to an Englishman i would expect England to find who was responsible and deal with them. Same for any country. This is the 21st century! Not 500B.C.! :banghead:
Wow. I could never do that.
The first few were horrible but I've gotten better. Mostly because i have youtube set so that you can't see the videos without clicking the link. Just y'all forum friends seeing it which made me more comfy with the idea
MollyBeGood
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Hi and good job with a new vlog
Kudos-It's takes courage to speak your mind a country that rewards pacificity in the face of so much flagrant hypocrisies from our political and banking systems.
I get so upset at the state of things I can't even read the "news" anymore.
I am wise to know now that both political parties are run by the same people though, so I don't get too wrapped-up in taking sides, when at the end of the day they are all playing golf together.
Have you ever considered home-schooling your kids?
Kudos-It's takes courage to speak your mind a country that rewards pacificity in the face of so much flagrant hypocrisies from our political and banking systems.
I get so upset at the state of things I can't even read the "news" anymore.
I am wise to know now that both political parties are run by the same people though, so I don't get too wrapped-up in taking sides, when at the end of the day they are all playing golf together.
Have you ever considered home-schooling your kids?
Hi and good job with a new vlog
Kudos-It's takes courage to speak your mind a country that rewards pacificity in the face of so much flagrant hypocrisies from our political and banking systems.
I get so upset at the state of things I can't even read the "news" anymore.
I am wise to know now that both political parties are run by the same people though, so I don't get too wrapped-up in taking sides, when at the end of the day they are all playing golf together.
Have you ever considered home-schooling your kids?
Thanks Molly
We've been tossing the homeschool idea around ever since Sandy Hook. There are a lot of good pros and cons to both homeschool and public school. I like the fact of her learning to interact with others in a structured environment and the experience and knowledge that comes with it but i hate all the violence in schools and everywhere else these days, not to mention the fact that younger and younger kids are doing stuff they shouldnt be doing at earlier ages than before. They can come from the best home life and upbringing but peer pressure to fit in is still gonna be a big factor. Short answer, yeah we're still considering home schooling. :banghead: decisionsStory time, boys and girls, gather round.
September, 2014. Just a few short miles West of the North Carolina state line...
So this wet day here in this area was a good day to go scouting for deer sign for the upcoming deer season. The guy drove to the familiar woods he'd been hunting in almost his whole life. A gentle drizzle of rain spattered against the windshield of the antique pickup truck as it made it's way down the seldom used dirt road as the driver dodged rutted out spots and pot holes in the road as he loves this particular pickup truck. He's only wearing jeans and a T shirt due to the warm early September weather and he knew he'd get soaked in the light drizzle in the wet woods but he didn't care as he loves being in the mountains. The off and on thunderstorms of the last week have all but halted other outdoor activities but the guy wasn't scared to come home wet and muddy. After an hour or two of scouting the familiar woods , the guy figured he'd take a break and drink his gatorade and eat his energy bar in a small clearing in the woods. It would be the perfect spot to enjoy a snack and watch the rain clouds. He had made a big circle through the woods and wasn't but about a mile from his pickup truck and the dirt road when he neared the clearing when he saw it. All his years coming here he'd never seen this. It automatically made his spider senses go from 'relaxed' to 'uh oh'. He wasn't sure really what to do next but crouch down in a grove of trees and watch through his binoculars. For the next hour he watched... and waited... and listened. By now he was wringing wet from the constant drizzle dripping from the leaves of the trees he now crouched under and slightly behind. What he saw was a tent and a camp set up in the middle of the clearing. This absolutely puzzled him, as in the 20 plus years he'd been coming into these woods he'd never seen anyone camping here. Or where anybody had previously camped here. It was so far off the road and in such snake-infested woods nobody in their right mind would want to be camping there. Not knowing why this was here and why he hadn't seen any other vehicles but his parked along the road that could belong to whoever was camping here just didn't seem right. It was so odd. He listened for people and examined the whole camp through his binoculars and it all looked as if it had been there for a while, with trash strewn about the clearing and looking totally deserted. Finally the guy's curiosity got the best of him and he walked into the clearing to have a closer look-see. What he discovered didn't much surprise him. Whoever had been there had left behind the remnants of a methamphetime lab. Of the sort that have all but taken over the south and mid western U.S. Just trash everywhere. The camp was deserted. Just a sleeping bag in the tent and the grass at the entrance of the tent was nice and tall and without breaks in the grass blades or footprints in the loose soil around the camp. It had been quite a while since anyone had been here. The tracking skills taught to the hunter by his grandfather as a young child had came in handy more than once in the past, to which he put to good use in the clearing. After looking at it all, the hunter started his trek back to the antique pickup truck that had brought him to the woods. As he walked in the cool misty rain he could feel his face and ears getting hot as the rain drops felt so cool on his now red face. He was mad. It wasn't his land but still if the cops or the game wardens had stumbled upon him in the camp with the meth lab components he would've had a lot of explaining to do at the least and possibly went to jail. This angered the hunter. He respected the land and the animals he hunts and he don't agree with littering up the landscape, as it could be witnessed by the empty gatorade bottle and the empty energy bar wrapper he was carrying out of the woods. He was upset and contemplated calling the cops but he'd found a similar site a decade before and they just collected the remnants of the lab setup and even told the guy that they wouldn't bother taking fingerprints or staking out the area. They gave the hunter the impression that they could care less and were all but annoyed that he'd called and got them out there to show it to them. By the time he'd reached the pickup truck he was real good and mad and he remembered the 5 gallon gas jug he carried in the truck. He kept it stowed in the toolbox of the truck for people he'd often meet who had ran out of gas. But today the 5 gallons of high octane gasoline and the old zippo lighter he carried in the truck's glove compartment would serve a more vengeful purpose. The hunter shed the binoculars and the empty bottle and wrapper from his snack while he fetched the gas jug and a handful of paper towels out of the truck. His anger had turned to cold revenge by now. He quickly walked back to the camp. He got within eye sight of the camp and waited to make sure it was still deserted before he went charging in. Satisfied that it was the same as he'd left it he walked to the camp and started kicking the trash onto the tent with his foot, lest he leave fingerprints and the cops miraculously dust for prints now. He kicked and rolled the remnants onto the tent where he had cut the nylon rope holding the tent up and so it laid down on itself. He gathered it all up on top of the half-taken-down tent, and satisfied with his work, he began soaking it all in gasoline. He emptied the whole 5 gallons on the tent and the drug making trash and made a small trail leading away lest he catch himself on fire while lighting it to burn. At the end of his gasoline trail he screwed the lid onto the jug and tossed it aside and took the paper towels and the old zippo lighter out of his pockets and set the paper on fire. He let it get burning pretty good before dropping it onto the gasoline trail which lit up the tent and the remnants of the drug making setup with a loud woosh sound and gave off an orange fireball into the sky. With the clearing and the surrounding woods soaking wet from the rain he wasn't concerned that the woods would catch fire and they didn't. He stood and watched the stuff burn with it's orange flames and black smoke for a minute or so and picked up the jug and headed back out to his truck to leave. He arrived at his truck and was now tired from all the walking and carrying 5 gallons of gas almost a mile into the woods. He didn't care. He had gotten his revenge for the meth addicts desecrating the woods and one of his favorite hunting areas. He started the old truck and turned it around in the muddy road with ease while looking at the black smoke rising into the gray sky from the clearing back in the woods. The hunter then took his pistol off of his belt as he was driving and put it back safely into the trucks glove box, he carried it for protection from the wild pigs and the black bear and snakes in the area and he was thankful the meth addicts were gone and didn't force him to have to use it to protect himself from humans, he said a quiet little 'thank you' to his God for that very thing as he drove. They are often violent when high on their stuff, the hunter had been told from his cousin, a sheriff's deputy. As he was driving away and changing gears while manipulating the heavy clutch pedal and the gas pedal in the old truck, he had an odd little smirk on his face. He sincerely hoped that when they came back to their camp they'd get the idea they ain't welcome to make their drugs in his deer hunting spot. After almost an hour drive he made it home and his wife asked him why he took his clothes off in the garage and put them in a bucket of water to soak and sprayed his boots off with the water hose and left them on the porch. He would wind up telling her eventually that evening but for now he had to shower and change clothes and go pick up her friends 3 kids that were staying the night at his house. As the rain poured down that night he knew the fire at the camp was long gone as was most all the trash at the clearing and the site was drenched so there was no danger of a forest fire. He spent the rest of the night playing with the 6 children in his home still with the odd little smirk of revenge on his face. He was still smiling his evil smirk when he slid into his bed next to his beautiful wife and put his arms around her and turned off the light.
THE END
September, 2014. Just a few short miles West of the North Carolina state line...
So this wet day here in this area was a good day to go scouting for deer sign for the upcoming deer season. The guy drove to the familiar woods he'd been hunting in almost his whole life. A gentle drizzle of rain spattered against the windshield of the antique pickup truck as it made it's way down the seldom used dirt road as the driver dodged rutted out spots and pot holes in the road as he loves this particular pickup truck. He's only wearing jeans and a T shirt due to the warm early September weather and he knew he'd get soaked in the light drizzle in the wet woods but he didn't care as he loves being in the mountains. The off and on thunderstorms of the last week have all but halted other outdoor activities but the guy wasn't scared to come home wet and muddy. After an hour or two of scouting the familiar woods , the guy figured he'd take a break and drink his gatorade and eat his energy bar in a small clearing in the woods. It would be the perfect spot to enjoy a snack and watch the rain clouds. He had made a big circle through the woods and wasn't but about a mile from his pickup truck and the dirt road when he neared the clearing when he saw it. All his years coming here he'd never seen this. It automatically made his spider senses go from 'relaxed' to 'uh oh'. He wasn't sure really what to do next but crouch down in a grove of trees and watch through his binoculars. For the next hour he watched... and waited... and listened. By now he was wringing wet from the constant drizzle dripping from the leaves of the trees he now crouched under and slightly behind. What he saw was a tent and a camp set up in the middle of the clearing. This absolutely puzzled him, as in the 20 plus years he'd been coming into these woods he'd never seen anyone camping here. Or where anybody had previously camped here. It was so far off the road and in such snake-infested woods nobody in their right mind would want to be camping there. Not knowing why this was here and why he hadn't seen any other vehicles but his parked along the road that could belong to whoever was camping here just didn't seem right. It was so odd. He listened for people and examined the whole camp through his binoculars and it all looked as if it had been there for a while, with trash strewn about the clearing and looking totally deserted. Finally the guy's curiosity got the best of him and he walked into the clearing to have a closer look-see. What he discovered didn't much surprise him. Whoever had been there had left behind the remnants of a methamphetime lab. Of the sort that have all but taken over the south and mid western U.S. Just trash everywhere. The camp was deserted. Just a sleeping bag in the tent and the grass at the entrance of the tent was nice and tall and without breaks in the grass blades or footprints in the loose soil around the camp. It had been quite a while since anyone had been here. The tracking skills taught to the hunter by his grandfather as a young child had came in handy more than once in the past, to which he put to good use in the clearing. After looking at it all, the hunter started his trek back to the antique pickup truck that had brought him to the woods. As he walked in the cool misty rain he could feel his face and ears getting hot as the rain drops felt so cool on his now red face. He was mad. It wasn't his land but still if the cops or the game wardens had stumbled upon him in the camp with the meth lab components he would've had a lot of explaining to do at the least and possibly went to jail. This angered the hunter. He respected the land and the animals he hunts and he don't agree with littering up the landscape, as it could be witnessed by the empty gatorade bottle and the empty energy bar wrapper he was carrying out of the woods. He was upset and contemplated calling the cops but he'd found a similar site a decade before and they just collected the remnants of the lab setup and even told the guy that they wouldn't bother taking fingerprints or staking out the area. They gave the hunter the impression that they could care less and were all but annoyed that he'd called and got them out there to show it to them. By the time he'd reached the pickup truck he was real good and mad and he remembered the 5 gallon gas jug he carried in the truck. He kept it stowed in the toolbox of the truck for people he'd often meet who had ran out of gas. But today the 5 gallons of high octane gasoline and the old zippo lighter he carried in the truck's glove compartment would serve a more vengeful purpose. The hunter shed the binoculars and the empty bottle and wrapper from his snack while he fetched the gas jug and a handful of paper towels out of the truck. His anger had turned to cold revenge by now. He quickly walked back to the camp. He got within eye sight of the camp and waited to make sure it was still deserted before he went charging in. Satisfied that it was the same as he'd left it he walked to the camp and started kicking the trash onto the tent with his foot, lest he leave fingerprints and the cops miraculously dust for prints now. He kicked and rolled the remnants onto the tent where he had cut the nylon rope holding the tent up and so it laid down on itself. He gathered it all up on top of the half-taken-down tent, and satisfied with his work, he began soaking it all in gasoline. He emptied the whole 5 gallons on the tent and the drug making trash and made a small trail leading away lest he catch himself on fire while lighting it to burn. At the end of his gasoline trail he screwed the lid onto the jug and tossed it aside and took the paper towels and the old zippo lighter out of his pockets and set the paper on fire. He let it get burning pretty good before dropping it onto the gasoline trail which lit up the tent and the remnants of the drug making setup with a loud woosh sound and gave off an orange fireball into the sky. With the clearing and the surrounding woods soaking wet from the rain he wasn't concerned that the woods would catch fire and they didn't. He stood and watched the stuff burn with it's orange flames and black smoke for a minute or so and picked up the jug and headed back out to his truck to leave. He arrived at his truck and was now tired from all the walking and carrying 5 gallons of gas almost a mile into the woods. He didn't care. He had gotten his revenge for the meth addicts desecrating the woods and one of his favorite hunting areas. He started the old truck and turned it around in the muddy road with ease while looking at the black smoke rising into the gray sky from the clearing back in the woods. The hunter then took his pistol off of his belt as he was driving and put it back safely into the trucks glove box, he carried it for protection from the wild pigs and the black bear and snakes in the area and he was thankful the meth addicts were gone and didn't force him to have to use it to protect himself from humans, he said a quiet little 'thank you' to his God for that very thing as he drove. They are often violent when high on their stuff, the hunter had been told from his cousin, a sheriff's deputy. As he was driving away and changing gears while manipulating the heavy clutch pedal and the gas pedal in the old truck, he had an odd little smirk on his face. He sincerely hoped that when they came back to their camp they'd get the idea they ain't welcome to make their drugs in his deer hunting spot. After almost an hour drive he made it home and his wife asked him why he took his clothes off in the garage and put them in a bucket of water to soak and sprayed his boots off with the water hose and left them on the porch. He would wind up telling her eventually that evening but for now he had to shower and change clothes and go pick up her friends 3 kids that were staying the night at his house. As the rain poured down that night he knew the fire at the camp was long gone as was most all the trash at the clearing and the site was drenched so there was no danger of a forest fire. He spent the rest of the night playing with the 6 children in his home still with the odd little smirk of revenge on his face. He was still smiling his evil smirk when he slid into his bed next to his beautiful wife and put his arms around her and turned off the light.
THE END
I dunno..... but i had fun playing with the 6 kids at the house last night while listening to the rain....