KB58 wrote:
RichardSIA wrote:
...I put an "I love guns" bumper sticker above the bullet holes.
People would do a massive double take, "How can you love guns, someone tried to shoot you!"
My response, as dead pan as I could manage, "Why do you assume the bullets are from the OUTSIDE?"
I thought some of them were going to faint, most had no response at all, none invited me to their parties.
And I don't even have a single tattoo.
While we're stereotyping, I picture you in a bunker in the middle of nowhere, stocked with beans, bullets, and guns, awaiting EOTWAWKI so that it's okay to shoot everyone who come onto your property trying to take your carbureted cars. All this while you put the finishing touches on your manifesto. How close am I?
You are thinking of the new friend I met tonight (He's already published his book), and a few others I've know for years.
I've a much simpler plan, only a couple of guns, no beans as I'm a carnivore, my new town of Yeringtron is pretty much the middle of nowhere, but a double-wide isn't much of a bunker.
Of course at least one of my rifles has a silencer on it so I can operate quietly if the ever need arises, and food is less of an issue in farm/ranch country.
Not far from several military bases so TEOTWAWKI around here is probably a bright flash and I'm a puff of super-heated steam, if I'm lucky.
So I don't do much "Prepper" stuff since I'd rather concentrate on building Weber equipped scoff-law ICE cars.
On a more mundane note I was nearly killed this afternoon in a roll-over wreck.
Would really tick me off to die in a pretty low speed wreck, towing a trailer, when I was not even driving!
Too late to die young and leave a handsome corpse, too soon to go out like James Dean.