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    How to stop a massacre.

    I love this guy. I think he's one of the regulars at the Freeport IDPA matches. He even does strong hand.

    love it
    let's make america great again


      Fantastic! He was NOT backing down,dang!



        Don't mess with Gramps...
        True freedom and our inherent responsibility:


          I'd love to buy that guy a beer.
          That video shows the same reason why they should give these young folks a year off and send all of us cranky old farts over to Afghanistan for a while.


            I'd go, not an instant of hesitation.

            If I could, I'd enlist today and help my country track down those responsible for killing thousands of innocent people in New York City and Washington, DC.

            But, I'm over 50 now and the Armed Forces say I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 35 to join the military. They've got the whole thing backwards. Instead of sending 18-year-olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn't be able to join until you're at least 35.

            For starters: Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more that 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy. Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier.

            If we can't kill the enemy we'll complain them into submission. "My back hurts!" "I'm hungry!" "Where's the remote control?" An 18-year-old hasn't had a legal beer yet and you shouldn't go to war until you're at least old enough to legally drink. An average old guy, on the other hand, has consumed 126,000 gallons of beer by the time he's 35 and a jaunt through the desert heat with a backpack and M-16 would do wonders for the old beer belly. An 18-year-old doesn't like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys get up early (to pee).

            If old guys are captured, we couldn't spill the beans because we'd probably forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.

            Boot camp would actually be easier for old guys. We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we actually like soft food. We've also developed a deep appreciation for guns and rifles. We like them almost better than naps.

            They could lighten up on the obstacle course, however. I've been in combat and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after training. I can hear the Drill Sergeant now, "Get down and give" And the running part is kind of a waste of energy. I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.

            An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave, to actually carry on a conversation, to wear pants without the top of the butt crack showing and the boxer shorts sticking out, to learn that a pierced tongue catches food particles, and that a 200-watt speaker in the back seat of a Honda Accord can rupture a n eardrum. All great reasons to keep our sons at home and to learn a little more about life before sending them off to a possible death. Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten cowards who attacked our hearts on September 11. The last thing the enemy would want to see right now is a couple of million old farts with attitudes.


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              I've thought that when I was in my twilight & if I was in pain or had some terminal illness, that I could be recruited for a war zone & do as much damage as possible until the lights went out.

            Originally posted by Llaara View Post
            I love this guy. I think he's one of the regulars at the Freeport IDPA matches. He even does strong hand.
            I thought you were supposed to play dead or vomit on yourself?
            Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.