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Post by bluefox2 on Jul 26, 2022 20:08:26 GMT -6
Gulp.... I am a professor.....
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Post by cedarlake on Jul 27, 2022 7:04:54 GMT -6
Gulp.... I am a professor..... So Long....................It's been good to know you,
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Post by sniper69 on Jul 27, 2022 7:12:53 GMT -6
solo- be a good professor and teach the truth - you should be safe (except from the woke mobs)
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Post by solo on Jul 27, 2022 11:54:20 GMT -6
solo- be a good professor and teach the truth - you should be safe (except from the woke mobs) Always... And safety is relevant... Kill 'em all, Let God sort 'em, right?
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Post by cavsgt on Jul 27, 2022 16:13:24 GMT -6
solo- be a good professor and teach the truth - you should be safe (except from the woke mobs) Always... And safety is relevant... Kill 'em all, Let God sort 'em, right? The theme song of the 50/60/70 for the military. I have not heard that in a long time.
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Post by bluefox2 on Jul 27, 2022 20:31:49 GMT -6
Always... And safety is relevant... Kill 'em all, Let God sort 'em, right? The theme song of the 50/60/70 for the military. I have not heard that in a long time. "Your job is not to die for your country. It is to make the other guy die for his"
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Post by sniper69 on Jul 27, 2022 20:43:35 GMT -6
solo- be a good professor and teach the truth - you should be safe (except from the woke mobs) Always... And safety is relevant... Kill 'em all, Let God sort 'em, right? Yep, makes me think of the full metal jacket movie and the scene from the movie where he is cutting down the recruits. (edit, I removed the link, since it had strong language)
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Post by ncsfsgm on Jul 27, 2022 20:47:37 GMT -6
Chapter 67
Christmas Eve day, Brian hauled a trailer of wood to the enclosed patio and got everything set up for dinner the next day. Jenna had insisted on two trees this year, one inside the Lodge and one on the enclosed patio, where everyone would gather the next day. Joe and Dave had come up and helped him set up the tables and chairs. There would be 16 hungry people coming tomorrow and Brian wanted to do as much now as could be done. Jenna would be roasting a turkey and Brian would be smoking one. Sean and Emma were doing a prime rib and the rest were providing the sides and desserts. There would every kind of drink you could think of and Jeremy was providing the alcohol, except for the shine. Joe had “found” that. Dave had pulled the batch of apple-infused brandy out of the root cellar yesterday, strained and bottled it for the ladies. They liked to sip on a glass while they gossiped and did final preps. Freya and Faith brought out poinsettias and garland and decorated the patio. Christmas Eve, Brian and Jenna sat by the fire drinking hot mulled cider (non-alcoholic) and talked about turning the bedroom next to theirs into a nursery.
By 9:00 AM Christmas Day, the Washita area friends and family had exchanged presents, had breakfast and prepared or were preparing the foods they were taking to the Lodge. The day was misty, temperature in the low 40s, a really raw day. Dave and Joe came up early to bring their offerings to make sure Brian didn’t get chilled. Joe came up early while Brian was laying the fire for the smoker so Joe built the fire in the firepit. Brian was waiting until the fire burned down before he added partially seasoned hickory wood to the fire when Joe handed him a red plastic cup. Brian took a sip and it was smooth, then he felt his face warming.
“What proof is that Joe?
“Oh, I cut it down to 120.”
“That’s not bad at all, but I’ll have to go slow on that stuff or I’ll be asleep over in the corner before the turkey is done.”
Dave came in and set down two magnum-sized bottles on one of the tables, one of apple infused brandy and one of cider.
“I’ll take these on inside, Dave, make yourself at home.” Brian said.
Dave went back to his truck and brought in a case of Magner’s Irish Cider for those who wanted something lighter but not beer, and poured some of Joe’s best in a cup.
Brian already had his turkey on a turkey tube, sprayed with pam and dusted with poultry seasoning. He brought it out and slid it in the smoker and added the hickory wood to the hot coals.
“What was that you had the turkey on?” Dave asked.
“That’s a turkey tube. It has holes in the tube to allow the smoke to get up inside the turkey. It also makes the turkey cook quicker.”
“What time’s everybody showing up?”
“They’ll start getting her around 11:00, at least that’s what Jenna told me.”
Brian picked up his cup of shine and poured what was left in Dave’s cup, then opened a Magner’s to sip on.
Jeremy walked up to Beth’s and quietly opened her truck door and laid the present in the driver’s seat, then softly shut the door. Jeremy had noticed the leg straps on her kneeboard were frayed and stretched so he had bought her a new and better one. He made his way back to his house and got the presents and envelope for Brian and Jenna and drove over to the Lodge. The envelope had gift certificates with no expiration date to Oshkosh B'Gosh and Blessed Baby in Fort Smith. Jenna will nag him silly to find out how he knew they were pregnant before they had even announced it. They would probably do that today while everyone was together.
The rest of the people started showing up about 10:45 and the mood was festive. As soon as someone drove up, the men would go out and relieve the women of the food they brought. Beth took over arranging the food on the food warmers or just on the table if it didn’t need to be kept warm. Jenna came out to check on the food and Jeremy got up and handed her the envelope. Jenna frowned and carefully opened the envelope. Her eyes got big and said, “How…”
Jeremy put a finger over her lips to shush her.
"Wah ha ha ha ha! Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" Jeremy said.
"Where in the hell did that come from?" Beth asked.
"What? You've never heard that before? That was the introduction to the old radio serial, 'The Shadow'."
"Oh yeah! How did that go?" Joe asked
"At the beginning of the show he'd go, 'Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!' At the end of each episode The Shadow reminded listeners that, 'The weed of crime bears bitter fruit. Crime does not pay... The Shadow knows!'."
"Jer, sometimes I wonder about some of the so-called 'Knowledge' you carry around in your head.” Beth said, shaking her head.
Sean said the blessing and all sat down. The bowls and plates moving around reminded Jeremy of a carousel. Jenna watched the people with a smile. Most of the people might not be blood relatives but they were all family. She made a mental note to make carry-out boxes for Joe and Dave when she went back inside.
Chase too was observing the group. It was like his family gatherings of long ago. Faith was thinking close to the same thing. She looked at her Mother who couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, everyone was having similar thoughts.
When everyone had finished eating, the men cleared the dishes and went inside to clean up while the women lounged around the patio. The men were quickly finished which made Jenna and Millie suspicious so they went inside to inspect. To their surprise, everything was cleaned and put away. Jenna made herself a mulled cider and went back out to the patio.
When she got out to the patio, Jenna took Brian by his arm and pulled for him to stand.
“Everyone! Can I have your attention?”
The conversations quickly stopped.
“I am happy to announce that Brian and I are pregnant!”
Hand clapping and congratulations were shouted along with Sean saying out loud, “It’s about time!”
The women’s conversations took a different track and it was all about babies. The men’s went back to what they had been talking about.
Brian had gathered the eggs and had stopped to look sat the garden area when Jeremy drove up.
“What do you have on your mind?”
“Jenna likes Jason and Freya’s greenhouse.”
“So, you gonna keep Momma happy?”
“I guess., but I’ll get a commercial greenhouse put up about the same size. I don’t want to have to nail one together.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a place over near Little Rock that sells them.”
“I’ll check on it. Anything going on?”
“Nothing right now. I needed to come over and talk to Joe, face to face.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
----NEWS FLASH----
January 2. Congressman Albert Gibson, one of the more outspoken members of the Congressional Black Caucus and with ties to the Democratic Socialists of America, was killed today when his private plane crashed in the Roaring Run Natural Area of southwest Pennsylvania. Congressman Gibson was returning from his home state of Michigan to Washington, D.C. for the opening session of the year. He was the lone occupant of the plane. The National Transportation Safety Board has opened an investigation.
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Post by gipsy on Jul 27, 2022 21:12:48 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by solo on Jul 28, 2022 8:18:05 GMT -6
I am certain it was a clogged fuel filter... Or the pitot tube iced over and therefore his autopilot wasn't getting the correct airspeed indication and well, he just stalled.
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Post by gipsy on Jul 28, 2022 9:05:02 GMT -6
"Or"
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Post by ncsfsgm on Jul 29, 2022 16:40:00 GMT -6
Chapter 68
The private club was funded by prominent lobbyists in D.C. (District of Criminals). It gave them a private place to meet with the politicians and work out private deals. Congressman Blaine Fergeson was came to Washington eight years ago worth around $250,000 dollars. At the moment he got out of his car, he was worth over 6 million dollars through ‘investments’. As he keyed in the code on the door at the back of the building and opened it, a .50 caliber, match grade Raufoss round tore through the door from nearly 1500 meters away, shredding and burning the Congressman’s upper body. The sound suppressor on the rifle didn’t suppress the sound of the firing of the round but made the direction of the shot difficult to determine. The sniper calmly cased the rifle, placed the rifle in the trunk of the car and brushed off his suit. He soon was driving out of the parking garage and headed for Bethesda.
Beth picked up the passenger near the channel running on the west side of Elm Island. A bass boat pulled out of the channel at the southern tip of the island and pulled up next to her right pontoon. He man loaded his gear, got in and secured the door. Beth cleared the boat, turned around and took off. She rose to 800 feet and set the NAVCOM for coordinates on the south shore of Smith Lake.
All they found at the sniper’s position was a range card. The investigation team photographed the card but when they picked it up to place into an evidence bag, the card burst into flames, melting the gloves on the agent’s fingers and immediately disintegrated. The card was bogus and had been soaked in a mixture of Nitric acid, sulfuric acid, and baking soda, plus an ingredient concocted by a university chemistry student. This was part of a psychological operation to frustrate the corrupt FBI.
They decided to use a packed limestone gravel floor in the greenhouse at the Lodge. If they waited until the temperatures stopped dropping into the freezing level, they wouldn’t get the greenhouse in until Spring. Dave, Joe and Brian measured and dug out a six inch base then started with the larger limestone and packed it down with a small vibrating compactor, by the time they had the last of the smaller gravel compacted, it was almost like concrete, but water could still drain. Brian called the greenhouse company and scheduled for the crew to come down to erect the building.
While they were waiting for the installation crew, Brian and the guys built a building for the outdoor boiler and wood storage and ran the water lines. They had built the structure with doors at the end to facilitate the placement of wood underneath the weatherproof structure. The last load of wood was being stacked as the trucks arrived with the panels. In three days the greenhouse was completely hosed in and they were running wiring and hanging lights hen the first snow of the year began falling. Brian fired up the boiler and the workers were able to work in relative comfort. The 60 degree temperatures turned the previous building layer of snow into rivulets of water running down the walls and into the drainage channel. The inside temperature was warm enough that the men stripped off their upper outer garments and worked in their T-shirts. Although the outside temperatures were frigid for the next few days, Brian, Joe and Dave were able to finished building the planting beds and install the drip system.
Chase was thankful he and Jason had been able to fill their wood sheds. Yes, the snow was beautiful but could also be miserable at the same time. Yet, the worst he had to do was go out to the wood shed in the mornings and toss a few pieces of wood down the chute to replenish the wood they had used the day before. The potbelly stove, being less efficient, burned more wood than the furnace but did keep the garage warm. Faith was well on her way to rebuilding the engines and was almost ready to tear down the transmissions. After the bad weather passed they, were going to take the frames to be sand blasted and powder coated.
A tone came over the radio, then Chase heard Jason’s voice.
“Chase, you on?”
“Yeah, Jason.”
“Do you need a deer?”
“No I’m good.”
“I’ve got deer foraging in the east pasture and licking my salt block.”
“You should put out two or three of those mineral blocks along the parameter and down near the pump.”
“Yeah, I think I will, as soon as the weather lets up.”
Jason looked around and there was only a few flakes falling now. It looked like the weather might be breaking.
Faith came into the house, smelling like GoJo and stripped her coat and stocking hat off.
“In so early?” Chase asked.
“I got the engine back together and tested. I’ll start on the transmission tomorrow. Good job on the driveway. What is the weatherman calling for?”
“Cold. It looks like the front is moving on through. The snow should start melting some tomorrow.”
“It’s pretty, as long as you don’t have to get out in it. How about some soup and sandwiches?”
“I’ll put on a pot of broccoli and cheese soup, you run take a quick shower and you can do the sandwiches when you get back.”
Brian finished clearing the drive out to the main road then down to the lake to his father’s and up to Beth’s. Beth was out trying to shovel the snow off the ramp so Brian used the 4-in-1 scoop to remove the majority of the snow and Beth cleaned up with the shovel.
“I hope this doesn’t melt and freeze tonight. This ramp will be as slick as snot on a doorknob! In the moring.” Beth said.
“I don’t think it will. We should have sunshine tomorrow morning and it will melt and drain. Anyway, even if it did, you wouldn’t have any problem getting into the water.” Brian grinned.
“It’s not getting in the water I have any concerns about.” Beth grinned.
Jeremy drove up in a Gator.
“Phase IV is coming up. We’ll have some things to move around.”
“Bring ‘em up and point me in the right direction!” Beth chuckled.
Over the last three months, a rising tide of descent was building against some politicians when they refused the voice their thoughts on repealing both the Federal Reserve Act and the 16th amendment. After all, it was politicians who put the bills together and politicians should correct their mistakes.
During the December 1913 holiday season, when many of the lawmakers were not working, the Federal Reserve Act was quietly passed, which gave the power to create money to the bankers, who in turn began lining the politician’s pockets with campaign funds.
Following this, 16th Amendment was ratified during February 1914. This Amendment created the federal income tax in order to have tax revenues to pay the debt for the money loaned to the government by the bankers. Americans have these powerful men to blame for creating the massive U.S. debt and for U.S. tax. It was one vicious cycle. The politicians drew in the money through taxes, which fed the bankers who fed the politicians,
When the Organization had gathered sufficient information, target packets were built against the enemies of America, and to be truthful, the World, many of the enemies were either members of the Bilderberg Group, Council on Foreign Relations or had been invited attendees at one time or another. The lesser important bootlickers who kowtowed to this powerful group of international political and financial celebrities were easily removed and soon the powerful were seeing their plan for creation of a one world government with a central global financial system unraveling.
The quickly called meeting of the four men at the Hotel Swissôtel Kursaal in Bern, Switzerland only lasted two hours. The men and their assistants quickly dispersed, heading back to their home countries. Only one made it back, their private jets being shot down by shoulder fired missiles as they crossed into their countries. The gentleman from France was delayed with engine problems and upon hearing of the crashes, opted for a hired car to return home.
Joe loaded the six cases on the Kodiak, three cases of each type missile. Joe would handle the hand-off of the armaments, Beth would just do the flying. Joe strapped the cases down in three different groups so that weren’t delayed with re-strapping. Jeremy watched as the plane lifted off, then returned to his house.
Brian came back in from feeding the horses to the aroma of baking bread; his mouth watered. Jenna set a plate on the island, a butter knife and the butter bell.
“Go wash up. The loaves will be cooled just enough for you to slice some warm bread. I’ll pour you a glass of tea. Oh, I called Joe and Dave and invited them too.”
Jenna had no sooner said that than Dave and Joe knocked and came in. Jenna shooed them to the powder room to wash their hands and set out two more plates and knives. Jenna got out the bread cutting guide and the bow knife from the pantry and pulled the loaves out of the oven. Gently dumping the bread out of the pans onto the cooling racks, she got glasses and filled them with ice and tea. Jenna had made double the amount of bread she normally made, knowing the three men would probably polish off the two loaves with no problem. Going into the pantry, Jenna retrieved the Honey dispenser and set it by the butter bell.
Senator Graham Liscom, to everyone’s surprise, suddenly retired and returned to his home in South Carolina before his 5th term was up. He had read the winds and didn’t like the way they were blowing. He had hopped back and forth across the line between Conservative to RINO the whole time in office. The Senator like the idea of being a powerful individual in Washington but had gotten too comfortable with it. It would be safer to return to his home and his 100 acre lake outside Marion, South Carolina. But Senator Liscom had never been safe, not since he had crossed the line the first time. His name had been placed on The List.
As he passed the detached garage after taking a walk to the lake and was going back to the house, the 300 gallon propane tank blew, throwing him 30 yards away.
A woman slid back into the pines after taking a narrow steel rod and carefully lifted up the bed of pine needles that had been compressed from her laying there in wait. Stealthy walking the edge of the pocosin, she made her way to the pick-up point.
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Post by gipsy on Jul 29, 2022 18:10:19 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by 223shootersc on Jul 29, 2022 20:25:38 GMT -6
Liscom, i mean linsey and worth a bullet
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Post by ncsfsgm on Jul 30, 2022 19:21:44 GMT -6
Chapter 69
The temperatures warmed up to the high 40s and into the low 50s. Brian mixed the soil, compost and potting mix in a wheelbarrow, wheeled it into the greenhouse and slowly filled the planting beds. Joe drove up, came into the greenhouse and watched Brian for a bit.
“Hoss, you’re making more work outta work.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if you’d hook that PTO concrete tub onto the tractor, back it up here and throw your mix into it, it would be mixing your next batch while you go empty your wheelbarrow.”
Brian shook his head and finished emptying the wheelbarrow.
“I’m stupid.” Brian said.
“No, I’m just naturally lazy and look for ways to do things easy, plus I saw it done by a nursery one time on the Discovery Channel. Come on, I’ll help you hook it up.”
Joe was right. By the time he got back to the mixer, the next batch was ready. Joe stayed with him, loaded the mix, and mixed it while Brian emptied the wheel barrow. They were done by lunch.
“Well, I was looking at a couple of days getting that done. Thanks Joe.”
“Whattaya got to do next?”
“I’ll let the soil warm up and tomorrow we’ll start planting some plants Jenna has growing under grow lights. She has some spring onions, lettuce and tomatoes started. She’s working one a layout of what and where she wants to plant things. How did the deliveries go?”
“No sweat. Lot of them are starting to see Jesus.”
“Good. I hope the whole bunch do a conversion but they are too power hungry and or so dyed in the wool Marxists they’ll fight to the end.”
“Yeah, it would be better if they rolled over and showed their bellies, but many of them are going to do that then wait for a chance to stab you in the back. If you want to kill mosquitos you get rid of the mosquitos that made them and work your way down.”
Joe headed on into town and Brian put the mixer back then went to the Lodge. Jenna was sitting at the kitchen table with a pad of graph paper, ruler and drafting pen, drawing out the planting beds and planning what to plant where.
“How is it going?” Brian asked.
“Good, I’m filling in the beds using this companion planting charts.”
“What is that?”
“It tells me what plants grow well with others. For instance, beets, carrots, chard, cabbage, cucumbers, peas and radishes don’t do well next to garlic and onions.”
“Well, I don’t care for chard or beets so…”
“You know what I’m getting to. You’re finished with filling the beds already?”
“Joe came by and showed me I could use the concrete mixer to mix up the soil. Twice as fast.”
“Oh! I’ve got to fix you some lunch!”
“Just sit. I’ll just slice off some of that roast and make a sandwich. You want one?”
“Yeah, I’m getting a little hungry.”
Jenna had started purchasing large quantities of canning supplies, much more than their predicted needs. She had purchased huge amounts of canning lids.
“We’re going to run out of storage space. Is there any way we can build a build a storage next to the processing building?”
“Sure, just for storage?”
“Yes, for cases of jars and canning things.”
“Okay, I’ll just do another 12x20 then.”
When the target stopped breathing, the intruder laid the List on the cloth and give it two squirts from the spritzer bottle and quickly laid the paper on the night stand. The paper would dry before the body was found. Folding the cloth and placing it in a belt pouch, he again checked the body. At first glance, they would assume he had died of a stroke, and technically it was….an induced stroke. The international financier had gone to his last meeting.
The next morning the housekeeper found the body in the master bedroom. She hurriedly called 911 and the NYPD was quick to respond to the brownstone in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn. The FBI became very interested when it was reported that a list found on the bedside table suddenly burst into flames while placing it into an evidence bag. The photo from the evidence scene showed a paper with 20 names, 8 of which belonged to people who had died from one cause or another over last few weeks. Their names had been lined through. The last 12 people on the list included the Vice President of the United States.
“How was the pickup in Pennsylvania?” Jeremy asked, pouring Beth a cup of coffee.
“There was enough open water to land and take off, barely. They had to bring him out in an airboat. Newton Lake didn’t have any ice. I was in and out of there in no time. That is one bleak area. Sure would hate to spend a winter there.”
“He won’t be there for long. This time next week he’ll be soaking up the rays down in Arizona. You can stand down now. They are letting things stew for a while and let the panic rise. Several committees and sub-committees are scheduling hearings looking for answers. It will be a while before Phase V kicks in.”
“Good. I want to rent a plane and go coin shopping.”
“Just make sure you keep your phone on.”
Freya came over and helped Jenna in the greenhouse, giving her tips she had learned about greenhouse gardening. They were planting the 8” tomato and bell pepper plants in neat rows.
“These plants are really growing!” Freya exclaimed.
Jenna chuckled. “The secret is, when I transplanted the plants from 4” pots to 1 gallon pots, I added a little partially decomposed cow manure in the bottom of the pot, put three inches of on top of that then transplanted the plants. When the roots hit the manure, they practically jump out of the pot they grow so fast.”
Brian came in with a board with coat hooks on it and screwed it to the greenhouse frame, then took their coats and hats and hung them on the hooks.
“Thank you, you’re a sweetheart.” Jenna said.
“Anything else I can do?” Brian asked.
“No, that’s it.”
“Then I’m going to Tractor Supply and get some mineral blocks.”
“Okay, Hon, bye.” Jenna said, as Brian left.
“I’m going to plant the leaf lettuce and the spinach next.”
Brian found out fairly quick the Howlers loved the 25 pound blocks of sweet apple blocks. They disappeared quickly in the eastern area of the property. They didn’t seem to go to the northern area above the firing range, because the blocks were undisturbed except for the deer licking them. In the spring, he was going to plant a few food plots up there. Once a month he still scattered two or three mineral blocks in the eastern area. Brian had to shop around because he didn’t want anyone wondering what he was using so many mineral blocks for.
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Post by gipsy on Jul 30, 2022 20:47:25 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Jul 31, 2022 19:59:01 GMT -6
Chapter 70
Very little was getting done in Washington. A few bi-partisan bills got through but they weren’t loaded down with riders that had no relation to what the bill was actually about. The fear was too great that the politicians would disappear or would end up dead under mysterious circumstances. The FBI and Secret Service had not one lead in solving the deaths over the last few months. The Capitol Police were doubled to provide more security but they had been powerless to stop what everyone was calling blatant assassinations, quickly labeled as conspiracy theories by Conservatives. Members of Congress, those who felt they had something to worry about, rushed quickly from their limos to the office buildings under an intense umbrella of security.
As far as the people in fly-over country were concerned, they thought it was a damn good thing. The politicians were spending less time figuring out how they could milk the money from the government to buy votes to keep themselves in power. The less useless laws and regulations that were passed, the less freedoms the American people lost. Initially, the Democrats tried to push through a very restrictive gun control bill to the hue and cry of legal gun owners in America. It wasn’t until a couple of wavering members committed suicide that the bill was dropped like a hot rock.
The Conservatives tried to get bills pushed through, but the Democrats and RINOs blocked their every attempt for no other reason than they were Republican or Conservative-sponsored bills. This would show to be detrimental at the voting booth and ended the lives of a few more people. Two more RINOs resigned.
Jenna and Freya came up with the idea, but it was Brian who had to implement it. He had bought two tons of horse and cow manure and had it dumped next to the compost pile. Taking four old pillow cases, Brian filled the pillow cases with manure, put two each into two 55 gallon drums, then covered them with water. After setting in the water for two weeks, occasionally agitating the bags, this produced a highly concentrated organic fertilizer. Jenna and Freya tested and experimented with the ratios of concentrate until they had the right concentration. The two women had Jason and Chase make a separate drip feeding system to add the fertilizer which consisted of a heavy duty plastic garbage can with a cutoff valve, solid lines to carry the fertilizer and drip hoses added to each bed. The fertilizer concentrate was added to the tank and the corrected amount of water to fill the tank. After the first feeding, you could almost see the plants growing. Jason duplicated the same setup in his greenhouse and the vegetables and fruits were flourishing.
The body of the 6400 was just going to be a bit much for Faith to handle so Chase helped her haul it to an auto body repair shop to handle it. While they did that, she worked on the brake system and completely rebuilt the wiring harness, using the original harness as a pattern. Chase dug up an area for a garden in the Spring and like Brian and Jason, bought a truck-load of manure to build up the soil. Faith took the time to help him stake out the size of the garden and at night, the two used the information from Freya and Jenna to decide what and where they wanted to plant.
Jeremy grinned and reeled in another crappie. These were eating size now. He caught eight, took them back to the dock and cleaned them. Jeremy saved four fish out then put the rest in the freezer then mixed flour, cornmeal, salt and pepper together and dipped the fish in the coating. He then dipped the coated fish in milk then dipped them back the cornmeal mixture. When the grease was hot Jeremy put the fish in the pan and began frying them. While the fish were cooking, he put another pan on the stove and started heating it up. He flipped the fish then quickly sliced up two medium potatoes and a half of a small onion. Jeremy flipped the fish, checked them and added butter to the other pan. Adding a little oil, the potatoes and onions, he began cooking those up. Grabbing a paper plate, he laid a couple of paper towels down and laid the fish out to drain. He stirred the potatoes and onions, added pepper and salt then turned everything over with a spurtle. When the potatoes were slightly browned, he grabbed another paper plate, added potatoes and a couple of fish to the plate, sat down with a cold beer and enjoyed his meal.
The pressure on Congressman Arthur Welter, (D) Rhode Island, was building to explosive levels. The Speaker and Whip were virtually arm-twisting to get this latest bill passed. The congressman went over the bill again. It outlawed all semiautomatic rifles and shotguns, all rifles and shotguns capable of accepting a detachable magazine, any detachable magazine regardless of capacity, any weapon with a fixed magazine that had a capacity of more than four cartridges, all firearms regardless of type that are chambered for military cartridges such as 7.62 mm NATO, 5.56 mm NATO, .45 ACP, and 9mm parabellum, all silencers, all night vision equipment including infrared, light amplification, or thermal, all telescopic sights, all laser aiming devices. Congressman Welter’s heart raced as he listened to the debate for the bill on the floor. All of a sudden he jumped up out of his seat and yelled, “STOP! YOU KNOW THIS BILL IS UN-CONSTITUTIONAL! YOU ARE GOING TO GET MORE PEOPLE IN THIS CHAMBER KILLED!”
The congressmen threw the bill in the direction of the Speaker and headed out of the doors only to be grabbed by two security personnel and escorted away.
That weekend, the two security personnel who had escorted the congressman from the chambers were found in a D.C. hotel room, victims of a session of bi-sexual autoeroticism gone wrong.
There had been no statements from the Speaker’s office.
“Did we have anything to do with that?” Joe asked.
“Absolutely not. Too many tracks to cover on something like that. No, that was the real deal. But THEY don’t know that. From now on, the slightest accident will be attributed to ‘unknown terrorists’ with lets them do our work for them. We will start releasing our soft weapons, information that will be seriously damaging to careers.”
“What if the media won’t print it?”
“That’s okay too. They can call it ‘Russian Propaganda’ or whatever but we’ll be using the Left’s Nazi tactics against them. Instead of ‘tell a lie long and often enough, people will believe it,’ we’ll be passing on the truth, easily verified by any competent investigative journalist. We’ll give them a few days then start releasing emails and texts between the news organizations and the political parties showing collusion in a coverup to keeping the truth from the American people.”
“Slick.”
”This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy had none, and this little piggy went ‘WEE, WEE OOPS! You have too much electricity,” and then a young man 1800 miles away caused a city to huddle in fear when he pressed the key.
----NEWS FLASH----
WASHINGTON (FOX 5 DC) - A manhole exploded in the Georgetown area Wednesday night near Volta Park, leaving a parked car damaged.
D.C. Fire and EMS report the incident happened at the intersection of P Street NW and 34th Street NW.
Pepco is on the scene attempting to isolate power at this time.
DC Fire crews are checking adjacent structures for any extension via electrical panels.
No injuries were reported and officials say the situation remains stable.
Although no official announcement was made, the Metropolitan Police Department and Capitol Police pulled in all personnel in to enhance security throughout the districts.
Jason and Freya carried the last of the shipment into the storage room of the shelter.
“What does that bring us up to?” Jason asked.
“Three years, and that’s just the basics. There are more of the cans of powdered drinks and some added things from Augason Farms I want to order.”
“Well. Order it. All we have to do is inventory and stack it.” Jason said.
“Except for sugar.” Freya replied. “We don’t use as much sugar as the average person, but in the right situation, sugars would be worth their weight in gold. Sugar lasts forever. The next time we are at Sam’s I want to stock up on cane, brown sugar, and repackage it in one pound bags for possible trade.”
“Speaking of barter, I was reading an article on one of the survival forums that had a list of barter items we should have on hand. I’ll start working down the list.” Jason said.
Chase helped Faith move the engine and set it on the mounting blocks. With some grunting and wiggling they got the holes aligned and began to bolt the engine in. Faith set the torque setting on the wrench and Chase finished tightening the bolts down.
“I added more cushion washers so this baby will have less vibrations than when it came off the assembly line.” Faith said.
They bolted in the gas tank and connected the gas line. Chase got a 5-gallon can of gas and poured it into the tank. Faith went over to the workbench and brough back a battery pack. Connecting the cables to the starter, she flipped a switch and the engine turned over a few times and started right up. Chase quickly pulled on his ear protectors as the noise of the engine reverberated through the building, rattling the windows. Faith quickly turned the engine off.
“Damn that’s loud!” Chase yelled.
Faith grinned. 'Help me take some measurements. I want to design the exhaust with stacks coming up each side.”
“Is that original?” Chase asked.
Faith grinned mischievously. “No, but you aren’t the same man as when you came here either. I think I’ve tuned you up pretty well.”
Chase grabbed at her and she dodged him, running out the door laughing.
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Post by gipsy on Jul 31, 2022 20:06:53 GMT -6
Yep gitting hot in DC. Thanks for the update.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 1, 2022 20:17:28 GMT -6
Chapter 71
“No, we need to start at the end of the fire break and work our way back. In the future, we won’t have to go so far for wood.” Jason said.
Okay, let’s go fill our trailers up and we can scope the area out for deer sign.” Chase replied.
“You know, if we work the seasons right next year, we can get five deer each total between archery, muzzleloader and modern gun seasons.”
“Jesus, that’s too many for me. Maybe three if I turn one into jerky and one into sausage.”
“Well, they’re there to be had.”
They went into a nearby neck of the national forest and loaded their trailers down with firewood.
Brian was helping Jenna shell the last of the pecans to freeze-dry and turn into flour. The flour was used in her baking but Brian liked it best when she made pecan pancakes. They had a real nutty flavor.
“What do you have going on tomorrow?” Jenna asked.
“The storage building is coming tomorrow and I need to turn the compost pile, add some compost to the garden and till it in while the ground is still relatively warm. I’ve been keeping an eye out that big storm system in Wyoming, Colorado and Utah and it might be headed this way. Also, we need to get rid of a couple of hens.”
“Save me one out and I’ll make a pot of chicken and dumplings.”
“Was there something you wanted me to do?” Brian asked.
“”No, I just wanted to let you know Momma and I are going to Fort Smith to see that furniture maker and pick out items for the nursery.”
“You’re buying custom?”
“You should see the pictures of some of the things they’ve done. It’s a couple in their own little business and I’ve never seen any better quality.”
“Then I’ll leave that in your hands. Have you made a list of what baby products we need to stock up on?”
“Already done. I found a calculator on the internet that figures out how many diapers we’ll need by each size. I’ve added the wipes, lotions and creams we’ll need. I didn’t realize just how many essentials it took.”
“Do I need to hook up the enclosed trailer for you for tomorrow?”
“No, most of it isn’t bulky. The bulky items will be from Sam’s.”
Brian took the pecans to the prep building and filled the trays in the freeze dryer. It would take a few hours so he went ahead and threw down some hay for the horses and brushed them down.
Jeremy stood by the strip with Joe and Dave and waited for the plane. They had been waiting about 15 minutes when they saw, then heard the aircraft coming in from the southeast. It quickly dropped down and lined up as Dave held up the smoke canister. The plane came straight in, touched down and reversed engines. Taxiing up to them, the pilot pivoted the plane around and shut the engines down. The clamshell opened and Joe backed the trailer up between the twin booms. The loadmasters quickly unstrapped the cases and began sliding them off to Jeremy and Dave. There were six long pelican cases and eight wooden crates of ammo.
“This all match?” Dave asked?
“Four match, four Raufoss.” The loadmaster said.
Joe pulled the trailer away as the loadmasters secured the clamshell as the engines started. When they had stored the cases in the bunker, Joe said, “We’re going to have to build a longer range.”
“I’ve got a 1000 meter area marked out in front of an 18 foot rise at the forest edge that we can use to zero them.” Jeremy said. “They’ll fly the marksmen in to zero their weapons here. We’re supposed to be shipped the night vision equipment in the next couple of days. Any other specialty equipment the shooters need, they’ll bring with them.”
Instead of verbal and political intimidation that the Left normally used, the Organization began its own version of intimidation. As the days went on, more organized actions were taken against targets and the Administration appointed an “Domestic Terrorism Czar,” the recent Secretary of HUD who had lauded the Black Lives Matter movement during the riots. She hadn’t complete a full day in the position before a manhole cover ripped through her armored limo like a hot knife through butter. Twenty pounds of C4 will do that. The Mayor of Washington ordered an immediate inspection of every manhole in the city and had them welded down.
Collateral damage and civilian death are always tragic, regrettable and were avoided at all costs. Sometimes the shooter would call off a target if there were innocents within danger close. But if you were a guard or a prominent staff member, then you were a fair target. Many times, all that was done was destroy a gate mechanism or destroy the engine of a security patrol vehicle. Many times fear did more good than the strike of a bullet. Fear spreads to multiple entities, a bullet only spreads the flesh of the intended target. Soon, more people began getting a clearer picture of what was going on, or had started paying attention for the first time. The progressive policies of the government were destroying America and hurting the people.
Faith handled the hoist as Chase maneuvered the truck body in position. He had to take sharpened wooden dowels (in reality, whittled tree branches), to help align the holes. Once everything was in place, Faith began bolting the cab on. An hour later, she laid the ratchet down.
“What’s next?” Chase asked.”
“Seat, but it’s going to take a little while. The frame was all right, but the springs were shot. They are completely rebuilding from the frame up. That’s fine. We need to make a trip to Sam’s and get some more things anyway. I’m a little behind on the inventory. Freya and Jason are way ahead of us.”
“We’re not playing ‘Keep up with the Jones,” are we?”
“No, not at all! First we’re doing this to take care of ourselves. If something were to happen, I don’t want to be depending on someone else helping us to survive because we didn’t stock enough.”
“So how far are were behind, according to your estimates?”
“We’ve got almost a year’s supply. Freya is almost at three.”
“Well, I guess I’d better hook up the trailer then.”
Harley’s head snapped up and listened. He was on his way to the door, wagging his tail, before Brian and Jenna heard the truck. Brian got up and walked to the door and looked out as his father shut the truck door. Brian opened the door and Harley went out to greet Jeremy.”
“Hello Harley!”
“Come one in!” Brian said. “Want a drink?”
“I could use a bit of Irish.”
Jeremy went over and kissed Jenna on the cheek. “Hey Sweety.”
“Hi Dad. What are you doing out this late?”
“I’ve got to leave for about a week and wanted to see you two, and Harley, before I left.”
“I thought you had retired.” Brian said, as he handed the drink to Jeremy.
“Just some consulting, nothing major. I wanted to give you this too, Jenna.”
Jeremy handed Jenna a debit card.
“What’s this?”
“Duh! It’s a debit card with $5000 on it. Sally told me you were going shopping for nursery furniture. I want to pay for the fixtures ahead of time in apology.”
“In apology for what?”
“When that little girl gets here I’m going to spoil the hell out of her, fill her with candy, then give her back to you to chase around!”
“What if it’s a boy?”
“The same thing, only I’ll teach him cuss words too!”
Brian chuckled.
“Well, thank you, I guess.” Jenna said, smiling. “But you don’t need to pay for the furniture. He will probably pick up those words from Joe and Dave.”
“Keep it. Get good stuff that’s going to last for a few of my grandchildren.”
Brian, I’m going to need you to start hanging a red flag on the hook when I tell you to.
“Why?”
“We’re going to set up an temporary 1000 meter range close to that area. I want our friends to associate that flag with the heavy gunfire so they stay clear of the area. They’re intelligent, they’ll figure it out.”
“I wish we had one of those body heat devices the fire department has.” Brian said.
“The distance would be too great for that. I’m looking into acquiring one of the latest FLIR battlefield system.”
“Acquire?” Brian asked, lifting one eyebrow.
Jeremy grinned. “I’ve got low friends in high places.”
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Post by gipsy on Aug 1, 2022 20:41:15 GMT -6
Is it Jeremy or Jeffery? best make up your mind. Thanks for the update.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 2, 2022 1:29:53 GMT -6
Is it Jeremy or Jeffery? best make up your mind. Thanks for the update. I was talking to someone on the headset when I was editing....
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Post by gipsy on Aug 2, 2022 5:41:04 GMT -6
Trying to do two things at once?
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"I'm from the government and here to help" hahahaha
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Post by ydderf2 on Aug 2, 2022 9:54:05 GMT -6
Thanks
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Post by solo on Aug 2, 2022 13:22:00 GMT -6
Trying to do two things at once? The multitasking myth... It is real.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 2, 2022 21:56:48 GMT -6
Chapter 72
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Where and when did this crap start?” Dave said, pouring another drink.
“I don’t know.” Dave said, placing his elbows on the table. “Maybe in the 60s, with those hippie druggies. After they discovered Welfare, it was all downhill from there. They ruined San Francisco. All the meat smokers go there now.”
“Yeah, too bad they ALL don’t go there.”
“Anyway, they grew up with their ‘free’ ideas, mind you not the free, like in FREEDOM, but the free as in government money and services. They taught their children, if they weren’t already brain damaged from their parent’s drug use, now we’re reaping the outcome.”
Dave slid the bottle over to Joe. “I’ve got to set up the .50 range in the morning. I best get some sleep. Whisper is coming in at daylight.”
“I know. I repackaged the ammo and divided it out in duffle bags. They say how many we got coming?”
“Two.”
“All right. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Brian hung the red flag up and revved up the Gator’s engine a couple of time. The Howlers probably knew already what gunfire was. He drove back to the Lodge and his Dad and Dave were already setting up the shooting position. Joe was on his way with the two shooters and they hadn’t even heard the aircraft. The highly modified muffler-equipped aircraft’s engine drove a special low RPM propeller that eliminated the buzzing sound typical of propeller aircraft. This allowed the plane to operate almost unheard by people on the ground. The plane wasn’t designed to hide from radar, but to hide from aural detection. They would stay on the ground during the day and leave after dark tonight. Only Jeremy, Joe and Dave would interact with the shooters. Jenna had gone to Springfield with Sally so Jeremy told Brian to make himself scarce. Brian headed to Tractor Supply to get mineral blocks to put out and do a little surveying for food plots. After he got back to the lake, Brian used Jeremy’s Gator to set the blocks out and run his survey. He selected the four most favorable areas, or at least they had deer sign in the area. He wanted to draw them into the area before he even got the food plots plowed and planted. He had looked at the game feeders they had on hand at Tractor Supply and was thinking about setting one up to see how effective it would be. Brian had four food fields picked out so he decided to go back into town, have lunch, pick up a feeder with accessories, corn to fill it and bags of food plot seed to have on hand to plant at the first sign of Spring. While eating lunch, he called Jenna and told her to go to Hiram and Sally’s when they got back and he would meet her there.
Chase threw more wood down the wood chute while Faith stacked it in the wood rack in the basement. It looked like a storm would be on them in a couple of days so they were getting ready. Chase loaded up his wood cart, fabricated using a hand cart and started filling the wood cubby next to the fireplace in the Great Room. With that done, he went and cut off an 8” length piece on the log he had dug up near the garden. The log was pine and had been buried somehow years ago. It was full of sap when it was buried and the sap had hardened and made the wood extremely flammable, which made great kindling. Taking the section of log over to the chopping block, he began splitting the chunk of wood up with his hand axe into pieces a little but bigger than a pencil, filling a galvanized pail. He also split up some oak into smaller pieces to catch quickly.
Faith came out and helped Chase carry the kindling inside.
“I want to get some chickens. There’s a guy down on 71 near the bridge that has a nice coop for sale.” Faith said.
“Where they sale the sheds?”
“Yeah, they have one that will house ten chickens, but we don’t need more than five laying hens. On average, a hen will lay five eggs a week.”
“Two dozen eggs a week?”
“You forget, I use them in baking too.”
“Oh, okay. Well, have you talked to Jenna? She and Brian have layers.”
“I’ll talk to her tomorrow. The seat for the 6400 is ready so I’ll go get it and drop by Jenna’s.”
“What’s the deal on the 3100?”
“They had to cut some of the bed and weld in panels but it’s coming along. If the storm hits, maybe we can get the engine mounted on the frame and I can start on the exhaust system.”
“Works for me. What’s for dinner?”
When Brian and Jenna got back to the Lodge, the shooters were waiting down at Dave’s cabin for the plane. Brian helped cook up liver and onions with mashed potatoes and garden peas. Jeremy stopped by tto eat with them.
“How did it go today?” Brian asked.
“Great. Joe had laser bore sighted the guns and they had to make slight adjustments. I took the red flag down after they quit shooting.”
“Did you find your furniture, Jenna?” Jeremy asked
“I certainly did! They already had some of the pieces and are holding them for us and will have the rest in a couple of weeks.”
“What about diapers and such?”
“We’re going to go to Sam’s and stock up. I’ve already have a list to stock for a year’s supply of everything.”
“Where’s your pistol?” Jeremy asked.
“On my hip.”
Jeremy reached into his vest and pulled out a threaded barrel and 3” and 6” suppressors.
“The 6” suppressor is for practice and the 3” is for carry. It will bring down the decibels enough as to not disturb the baby. I forgot to bring in the holster, but it will allow you to use the 3” suppressor for EDC. I’ll go get it now.”
Jeremy got up and went out to his truck and brought back the holster. Jenna had already taken off the slide, removed the barrel and replaced the factory barrel with the threaded one. She picked up the 3” suppressor and screwed it on. Picking up the holster, she slid the pistol in and withdrew it. Jenna stood up, unfastened her belt, removed her holster, and threaded the belt through the guides in the Kydex holster. Rechecking her pistol to make sure there wasn’t a round chambered, she holstered the pistol and covered it with her shirt. Turning toward the fireplace, she quickly went into a crouch as she raised her shirttail and drew the pistol.
“Nice. Who did the holster?”
“Joe. The noise of a shot is going to be greater than the 6” suppressor but well within the decibel range to keep the baby safe,”
“Thanks Dad.”
“My pleasure Sweety. I don’t need any c***-eyed grandchildren.”
“Huuuusssh! You’ll make bad luck! Will it really make that happen?”
Brian tried to keep from laughing.
Jeremy said with a serious face, “We can’t be too careful.”
Jenna looked from Brian, who was red in the face from trying to keep from laughing, back to Jeffery. “I’m going to put castor beans on my list to plant this Spring.”
“Well, I want to get to Walmart before they close and get some groceries. Hopefully this storm rushes right on through.”
‘Wish in one hand and spit in the other…” Brian said. “If you need anything, give us a yell.”
“Do you have any smoked ham hocks? I think I’ll put on a pot of beans.”
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