Jimi Shelter

Oh, yeah! What’s to say the intended target doesn’t return with swift and lethal firepower?

Not good, Bobby.
Not good.
We C U

Shoot back. It’s stops.

No it’s not. I’m a 15th generation American (New English) due to a lot of resistance…and other things…like free land and labor.

Nous Défions! That’s the plan, at least…

Nous Défions!

Bad weekend for ICE on the horizon…

Got three in RI. I checked them out. They’re useless idiots. But they were there, they got busted, then they got pardoned. That’s not a person I would want to be loose on the street. I would have begged to stay safe, behind bars.

I don’t feel that there’s the normal federal government operating that, whether you liked the Prez or not, basically took care of business. All the business. Keeping us safe. My wife has a cafe in an Amtrak station. Is that safe like it was? I can defend myself, but that’s not the same as safe.

Sure. We can “blame” a few, but we won’t be executing them.

Boston (Antifa’s hometown) is looking forward to what’s left of the Wehrmacht to visit.
We have a certain sort of hospitality.
Ask the British.
Ask Indians.
Nous Défions…

- The Devil

I like his trigger discipline…
That’s an accident waiting to happen..

I believe the lock is.
I think the gun may be Italian.
Not sure.
My father, during the Bicentennial, was the firemaster for the “reactivated” Kingston Company of Continental Marines to march in parades and reenact skirmishes… so they must have brought a dozen of them. It works real good. Big holes.

PS - I’m also a 15th Generation New Englishman, so when rabid gerbils come on my land (New England) it’s not just existential, it’s personal.
Boom!

Done.

I don’t see anyone punching a hole in the side of that fella’s head!
Why didn’t that get on camera?

They’re not leaving many options for the millions like us who’ve always been better marksmen than money managers…

No fear. No kids. Parents gone. Still in fighting condition at 63.
Die in a shitty nursing-home vs Picking up where my father left off in 1945.
Same tools.
Same targets.
Nous Défions

You need weapons.
Get Real.

I don’t! I don’t have children and my parents are gone.
People gotten man-the-fuck-up!
WE have ALL the guns.
I don’t get it.
I see those fuckers, I’m taking DNA samples so I can know if the head has a name.
Nous Défions!

And sell all my stock I’ve been living off of, partially since a girl friend gave me 100 shares for a birthday present in 1988 when I was twenty-six?…
Done.
Boom!

Mr. Hanky vs Sheldon Whitehouse is not gonna feel so good as Mr. Hanky vs Lady G.

You got a local John Brown Gun Club in Chi? They handle shit. Seriously, if need be.
It’s in the name…

Boy has my address.
Open invitation.

Mr. Hanky to the rescue…

That’s South Park face. Just need to add mouth lines. It’s the New Mr. Hanky!!!

No he’s not. He’s with that, over there. Leading with his chin, again…..

They ain’t seen nothing yet…

Either that or invade Utah.

Only tool for the job. Laughable, the talk about finding his brass.
It’s in the gun and he’s either in the wind, the desert, probably both.
Nous Défions