Some fool in a toyota just knocked my mailbox off. 
I think I should just sit on the front lawn with my tactical shotgun in plain sight. I already saw the guy on his way back, cos I was keepin an eye out for someone in a truck, that would be driving slow, and staring at the magically replaced mailbox.
Just listen to this douche, Bill Nichols from USA Today.
Oh yea… I’m a completely ignorant fool. And I’m just gonna buy up everything you have to say about this blasted evil commie wench!
Get this!
“Unlike men, women can’t stage macho photo ops to underscore their toughness”, says Marie Wilson, president of the White House Project, a non-partisan group devoted to promoting female candidates from both parties.
Bwa hahaha! Did somebody call Bullsh*t on that one?!?!? Cos they sure shoulda!
I can’t hardly believe this crap comes out on print. How completely blind, and how much of a complete dumbass does one need to be? I mean… I know there are freakin stoopid people out there. Thats how the likes of John Kerry made it as far as he did. Man… why are there so many stupid people alive? They should be dead for being stupid!!!
So this is it. Hillary is the anti-christ. She has managed to pull the wool over every jackass’s eyes. And next thing you know. We’re all gonna be assimilated into her ideal commie utopia.
American Soldier has posted about the great military leader, William C. Westmoreland, passing on recently. He gives you a bit of his background, and few more famous quotes by the man. Run over and give it a read.
Here are the 3 quotes he lists, and they are completely true.
“The military don’t start wars. Politicians start wars.”
“I do not believe that the men who served in uniform in Vietnam have been given the credit they deserve. It was a difficult war against an unorthodox enemy.”
“Television is an instrument which can paralyze this country.”
Update » Watch The Video!!!
Thanks Jack Army.
Via Army Times. During a routine patrol in Baghdad June 2, Army Pfc. Stephen Tschiderer, a medic, was shot in the chest by an enemy sniper, hiding in a van just 75 yards away. The incident was filmed by the insurgents.
Tschiderer, with E Troop, 101st “Saber” Cavalry Division, attached to 3rd Battalion, 156th Infantry Regiment, 256th Brigade Combat Team, 3rd Infantry Division, was knocked to the ground from the impact, but he popped right back up, took cover and located the enemy’s position.
After tracking down the now-wounded sniper with a team from B Company, 4th Battalion, 1st Iraqi Army Brigade, Tschiderer secured the terrorist with a pair of handcuffs and gave medical aid to the terrorist who’d tried to kill him just minutes before.
Now you can consider me just plain silly… but this should be plastered on the front pages. Just to slap all those “American troops kill babies” crowd. This guy is a hero. If I were in his boots, and I just got shot in the chest by this creep. I would have gladly evacuated my 30 round mag into him, starting from the ankels on up, avoiding all vitals, and finishing with a final brain tapping round after the guy had time to wallow in some severe pain and trauma. But hey, thats just me. Some say I’m just a blood thirsty, gun crazy, honky from Idaho. And I can’t deny all of those allegations.
By the way, thanks for the link, Toxique.
Found this at Mark’s site, which he found at the Confederate Yanks. I laughed out loud. Gotta repost it.
And yea, it isn’t PC. So if your feelings are hurt… go cry in the corner.
At a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers are awaiting their shuttle flight. One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma. Another, a local ranch hand on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is an Arab student, newly arrived at the Texas oil patch from the Middle East.
To pass the time they strike up a conversation on recent events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout Muslim. The conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old windsock flaps, but no plane comes.
Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks: ‘Once my people were many, Now we are few.’The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, ‘Once my people were few,’ he sneers, ‘and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?’
…
….The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his stetson says,
“That’s ’cause we ain’t played Cowboys and Muslims yet.”
Me and a buddy from work went coyote huntin last weekend. No luck calling in any coyotes, but we had fun.
It had been raining all that saturday morning. Raining real hard. So I had my doubts about the luck we’d be getting. But that didn’t matter. I was just happy to take a night out in the woods, and get away from “it all”.
Sean had picked up some hollow points for the AR-15 earlier that saturday morning, while I was setting up pool tables most the day. So I finally got finished with that, and I picked him up with the Canyonero.
We load up and hit the road. I turn on the ol’ GPS and get a fix on our destination. We’re headed to several hundred acres of woodland owned by the lumber mill in CDA, down on the river. Sean’s father-in-law, Al, took him out here before, and they happend to run across a huge heard of elk in a field. Al mentions that this might be good for in callin coyotes. For any local readers, the woodland is right against Ferragut State Park, by lake Pend Oreille.
As we park the truck back in the woods outta sight, we unload all the gear, and start hikin to find the field. Only about 2 miles down the way, the dirt road opens up into a good sized field, about 20 acres in size. It’s surrounded by thick trees. We start down another dirt road, lookin for a good sight to camp, thats away from the field.
We stop dead in our tracks on the road we were traveling. A cotton tail rabbit was sittin’ square in the middle of the road, just staring at us. And here we stand fully packed up. Slowly Sean lowers his pack to the ground, pulls out his little bolt action open sight .22 and takes aim. Lucky for brer rabbit, Sean didn’t have his rifle as acurate as he could have. He missed. The shot flew over the varmints head by less than an inch. He scampered into the thick. So much for dinner. I only packed beef jerky, and that didn’t last long.
We find a nice spot off the beaten track, and plenty of trees to tie the tarp up, since we’re expecting rain that night. We drop our gear, and suit up for action. Sean took good use of his spare time, back some time ago, and custom made his own Ghille Suit. (Pronounced: Gilly) Now… it’s mighty pricey to buy your own, so a custom ghille suit is definetly the way to go.
He used an old OD green net, and he spent a number of hours shredding and de-threading several burlap strips from sandbags, then tying them up to the net. The net is worn much like a poncho. Just a long flap, with a hole closer to one end, so it covers your backside more than your front. I have to admit, I was impressed at how good it turned out. This is only a cheap camera phone photo, so it doesn’t show the detail that it has.
Sean gets call duty, so I throw on the suit, and slap a mag full of hollowpoints in the rifle. We find cover under a tree on the edge of the field, and Sean lays on the call for quite some time. Nothing comin. We make our way around the field while keeping on the call. No ‘yotes want to play this evening it seems.
We head back to the camp, to set everything up. We get the fire goin nicely, tie up the tarp and set the tent up underneath. With the tent door open, and the fire not far from the entrance, we fall asleep to the crackle and warmth of the campfire.
By morning we were luckily still dry, after some midnight drizzles, but we were hungry. After calling coyotes out in the field for another hour or so, we decide to hike down some lumber roads, in hopes of running across some varmints. Came across deer. Came across another 2 rabbits that we didn’t even have time to draw a bead on, before they were gone. So Sean got a couple squirrels. We were hungry and willing. So we gutted it, stuck it on a stick, and put it over the fire.
So we both enjoyed a breakfast of champions. Not a whole lotta meat on that sucker. Not that it was entirely tasty anyhow. Very…. gamey.
So after scoping out some other old lumber roads, we packed up camp and lugged the gear back to the truck. After being soaked from the thighs down, for the last couple days, from the wet tall grass, we were ready to climb into the dry truck and head home.
Better luck next time.
Attn: This post may be considered tacky, low class, generally disturbing, and involves bathroom humor. This is not for wimminfolk.
Did I tell you guys abouts OSHA Reg. 224.159?
Sittin down in them awesome honey buckets, I come across some pretty interesting writings on the wall, out on job sites. But this one was by far the best.
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Name: JustinEmail: jdh@thisexit.us
Website: http://www.thisexit.us
Message: If I may make one suggestion, the responses by the main authors of the website need to cleaned up.
I’m not 100% sure who this site is aimed at, but when it comes to receiving respectable visitors you will send them away due to lack of vocabulary or holding a poor image.
Hopefully you take this as constructive criticism, I would like to read more from your site and plan to. For the time being it will sit, the girlfriend will be here soon and I’m sure you can understand that!
My Response:
Are you joking?
lack of vocabulary??? haha
poor image??? haha
you have a girlfriend!!?? bwa haha
p.s. - Interesting website. And you have a natural talent for art, young man. I would like to see more, but the wife is here and I’m sure you can understand that.
-Chad Coleman
Justin replys:
I guess this email goes to show that constructive criticism is unacceptable anymore.
Is this the best response you can come up with?
Snooping around my website, I see… Do you really think I took the time to create that? It’s funny if anything.
Trying to help is a bastard I guess, maybe you should reread my email and attempt to response with more tact. It was not meant to insult or demean.
haha. sorry. lemme try again.
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Dear Mr. Justin,
Thank you so much for visiting my humble website. Here at ‘Pass The Ammo’ we strive to bring in readers from all walks of life, but mainly…. smart and respectable people. Often you will find us using fancy phraseology, terrific terminology, lucrative lexicon, but sometimes we get negative feedback, and in acrimony, we reply with vexing vernacular. You’ll have to forgive my idiotic idiom, in my previous email. I was not sure if you were friend or foe.
As you are a newer reader, I suppose you have not taken the time to read through the archives. Under our ‘Feedback’ category, you’ll notice that we get plenty of violent verbiage. So when constructive critisism comes along, it is far too often lumped in with vindictive verbalism.
Also as a newer reader you may be completely unaware of the fact that we are white trash, honky redneck, inbred backwoodsmen, and completely lack in upholding a wealthy image.
Our average day involves, drinking black coffee, putting liberals six feet under, shooting varmints, a neighborly game of Keg Tossing, and any other violent or offensive activity that requires a stretch of the imagination.
At this point you are most likely realizing that this website is completely below your class. We completely understand. This website is where the poor working class feel comfortable. They’re able to get on the site, hold simpleton conversations, and enjoy the real life.
Thanks for visiting.
Sincerely,
Chad Coleman———————–
As you can see. Lack of vocabulary, and poor images are not exactly something we worry about. It’s not like we make any money from this site. In fact, it costs us money. We do it for kicks. Yup. Good times. Laughs, sh*ts and giggles, you name it.
First rule: Don’t take us seriously. we just like to make fun, and be made fun of. Thats all.
-Chad
I went to the gunshow over in Spokane, WA, a couple weeks back. I needed to pick me up some new scope mounts for the AR-15. The ones I had sat just a little too low for comfort, but they were all that the local sporting goods store had available.
So I mosied on over to the gun show. Found me some higher sittin mounts. And I also picked up a nice carry handle for the rifle as well. It’s an A3, or flattop, which means that it does not have the carry handle up top. I figgered it’d be good to have the aperature sights, for when we’re just out blastin stuff, and not actually huntin.
So I install the new mounts on the rifle at home, pack up the rifle and my handy new GPS, and hit the dirt road on the way to the crick. It’s a friday afternoon, bright, warm and clear. A great day to hit the woods for some shooting. I pass a familiar old barn that stands alone in the field by the side of the road.
I turn off the lakeside road, and start headin down the old lumber road, leading to the national forest. These roads go all over these mountains. It’s like a giant maze. with all the twists and turns, one could easily get lost out here. I stop the truck, and turn on the GPS while waiting for it to track the satelites. Ready to navigate. Lets track this road for future reference.
I drive down the winding dirt road for the next two miles. I pull into the dirt quarry, where all the shooting takes place. Pick up the GPS, mark it as a waypoint. And continue down the dirt road. The quarry’s good for blowin stuff up, but it doesnt have enough room to scope a rifle in at 150 yards. I need to find a blocked off straightaway road.
Found it. So I back my rig up to where I want it. Park and drop the tailgate. After stepping out 150 yards, I set up the targets. Open up the rifle case, break out the bipod, have a seat on the tailgate, and lets sight this bad boy in.
Name: Larry Wilson
Email: pta@larry-wilson.com
Hey, guys! Great website!
My sons, both in Iraq, are wanting to know when you’re going to joing them? You know, they supported the war, also, and then they did something about it.
I’m wondering; why aren’t you supporting the war?
Just curious.
My response:
I can sense the snide sarcasm in your question, Larry. Very cute. And I hate to say this, but you’re not the first clever soul to ask us that, in that manner.
There are a series of unfortunate accidents (some physical, others not) in which prevents any of us from joining. Wether you believe us or not, I’ll just let you know that all of us, besides JJ who’s already served 4 years as a army medic, have attempted to enlist and have been sent packing.
And you may not understand this, but believe it or not, there are plenty of ways to support the war at home.
That’s your cue to call us chickenhawks.
p.s. - I would think that you’d be very proud of your “two sons” serving in the sandbox, and would at least honor them by showing photos or mentioning them on your website.
-Chad Coleman
I think you guys down in California should try this out. I know I would!
Put em to the Green Card Test.
A massive hunt is underway for the terrorists behind a series of bomb blasts on London’s public transport system that killed 38 overnight.
As authorities try to verify a claim of responsibility for the attacks by a group linking itself to al-Qaeda, the BBC quoted Whitehall sources saying every resource was being used to build a picture of who was to blame.
At least 700 were injured. Many suffering burns and high-velocity puncture wounds packed the capital’s hospitals, stretching facilities to the limit. Read full story »
The filthy dogs are at it again. How many times are we gonna have to go find them out and kill them?
Gluttons for punishment.
