Motivational Poster Thread (warning content)

To some folks, a gun isn't a weapon, it is a magic Talisman - wave it around and get what you want.

Or get dead from folks who know how to use said "Talisman".

 

My brother had a bad idea on a sled once and ended up slicing his nose almost completely off. He had a little of a Frankenstein's monster vibe going for the rest of his life, looking like they'd sewn his face together from spare parts.

 

…… well it’s not a SAW and some loose .22 ammunition is easier to lay hands on than some linked 7.62 in a pinch….

 

I like Vlad's policy. Very low rate of recidivism.

 

Well, it's no T.A.R.D.I.S., so you won't get the Doctor, but Superman might use it.

 

There might be a phone book to use for starting a fire or wiping your ass.

I haven't had these concerns much in the last forty-five years, so it never occurred to me how times have changed. I can still get water just about anywhere, but now I have multiple options on my sillcock key. Used to just need a valve handle. They were all the same. Accessing soft paper is another matter.

It must be a little tougher being an "urban camper" nowadays. I'm not a cute teenager that can make the girls smile and the female managers at fast food joints feel sorry for me anymore. I've got the Santa/Moses vibe going now. Might have to take the show on the road again and see how it works... after it warms up enough to sleep outside again.

Could be interesting. Could livestream it and turn it into a profitable venture. Between the guys that just film stuff with the intent of getting people upset, and the stuff that passes for comedy on Facebook, I could probably take a morning walk with a cardboard sign and tin cup and produce marketable content that'd get a million views.

Only problem is my personality. I know some prime panhandler locations, and peak traffic times. Trouble is, I'd be tempted to hold up a well worn cardboard sign that was blank, just to mess with people. Or dress up in a suit and offer free Bible study courses. I've found no faster way to get people to leave you alone.

 

Have a look here on Farcebook on how bad it is ::
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Lots of memories from that old " extended stay hotel " ,, top rack ,, count off rack # 34 ,,,, worst part was ,, it got a little loud ,, and hectic in the mornings .

 

Here what the ones I lived in at Lowry AFB looked like. Was stationed there for about 2 years starting in 1956. Barracks were heated with coal furnaces and I fired them for 4 hours a night every other night during cold weather and pulled no other details, didn't have to march in parades, didn't pull kp, and was asleep in the bunk when they had inspections. Still figure it was a good trade off. While I was in the USAF, I tried my best to avoid all the military stuff I could.

Lowry’s Wooden Barracks - The Lowry Foundation in Denver, Colorado

We had to have everything in the whole barracks in the same place. Every footlocker had the same item in the same place, every bed had the shoes lined up in the same order, every piece of clothing hanging the poles on the wall had to be in the same order, fatigues, summer uniform, winter uniform,. Every locker had soap dish, shaving cream, tooth brush in case, etc. We were told that the USAF in WW2 had learned that if you paid attention to details in the small stuff, it tended to carry over to the big stuff. If the airplane was hit and on fire, it would be nice if the parachute had been replaced to were it was supposed to be. The way the bunks were arranged was such that even if you were on a tdy and in a strange building, if it caught fire or was bombed, if you went to end of the bed, usually 2 high, turned right and felt your way along the foot lockers in the smoke and dark, it would lead you to an exit.

Notice that the barracks had no sheetrock or plaster, just wall studs and sheathing. You if I remember right, and it was 70 years ago, the floor joists for the second floor were exposed on the first floor and the rafters were on the second. The rooms at the end for the TI people had walls and sheetrock as did the day room and cq and officers area. The picture #12 is very typical of how the barracks looked.

 

In Airforce Bootcamp in 1976 Lackland AFB, our bunks were singles, not stacked. Otherwise, pretty similar.

 

Great hotel we got to make our owns beds and no room service -------the wake up calls were great--never failed

 

Two Marines boarded a quick shuttle flight out of Dallas, headed for Houston.

One sat in the window seat, the other sat in the middle seat.

Just before take-off, an Army soldier got on and took the aisle seat next to the two Marines.

The Soldier kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Marine in the window seat said, “I think I’ll get up and get a coke.”

“No problem,” said the Soldier, “I’ll get it for you.”

While he was gone, the Marine picked up the Soldier’s shoe and spit in it.

When the Soldier returned with the coke, the Marine in the middle seat said, “That looks good, I think I’ll have one too.”

Again, the Soldier obligingly went to fetch it and while he was gone, the Marine picked up the soldier’s other shoe and spit in it.

The Soldier returned and they all sat back and enjoyed the rest of the short flight to Houston.

As the plane was landing, the Soldier slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.

“How long must this go on?” the Soldier asked.

“This fighting between our services?

This hatred?

This animosity?

This spitting in shoes and peeing in cokes?”

 

The professor told dirty jokes in class, and the women wanted to protest it. So they decided that the next time the professor started with these kinds of jokes, they would all leave the class in protest. Somehow, the professor heard about the protest. In the next lecture, at the beginning of the class, he said, “In Sweden, a prostitute makes $2,000 per night.” All the women stood up and started to leave the class. So he shouted after them, “Where are you going? The plane to Sweden doesn’t take off until the afternoon!”