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THE CURRENT PUK AWARD CAGE MATCH IN PROGRESS AWAITING YOUR VOTE
Sheriff Joe Sending Armed Posses To Protect Schools
The Journal News Makes More Maps
Hamptons parents demand a police firing range stop allowing police to shoot while kids are in school
-What to Say to a Liberal Who Says “The Rich Can Afford to Pay More in Taxes”
-White House statement on Schwarzkopf’s passing is issued very low brow and insultingly
-After a school massacre, the U.K. banned handguns in 1998. A decade later, handgun crime had doubled.
December 28th, 2012
Hamptons: If your precious little snowflakes ask what that noise is just tell them the police are practicing to protect you from bad guys. Tell them they are safe because the police are there.
How about some entertainment for IOTW people..Are you logical or are you an over emotional 0bamanite liberal Democrat (but I repeat myself)?
One officer shot but in stable condition, and two more with superficial injuries.
The shooter is DEAD.
eternal cracker p
If I were the Principal at the Hamptons school, there would be a mandatory field trip to the gun range to get educated instead of, as the article quotes, “frightened.”
The job of the school appears to teach these kids to run from their fears.
Look at all of these articles about gun ranges under fire:
Unfortunately, the left has been very good at weenifying the public and making them fearful of guns and law-abiding gun owners.
You’re going to love this. If Boosh does it, it’s warrantless wiretapping. If Barry does it, it’s a national security priority.
“The National Security Agency told lawmakers that it would be a violation of Americans’ privacy to disclose how the measure is being used in practice.”
Now that’s balls-out bullshitting, there.
This cartoon on Schwarzkopf is sweet:
Dr. Tar has your Christmas Story of the year for you. An act of random kindness in my little old hometown. Just see if you can keep from tearing up by the end of the story.
“I think under the disguise of sheep’s clothing he [Obama] has been a wolf.”
– known lefty Oliver Stone
http://rt.com/news/oliver-stone-us-orwellian-022/ [via Drudge]
Any good sheepdog will tell you: you can not be unarmed when you face a wolfe.
A cheetah running, filmed with a Phantom camera at 1200 frames per second while zooming beside the sprinting cheetah.
Regarding the White House Statement on Stormin Norman, You know guys like Norman scare the Kenyon Scatology right out of the one.
My husband and I saved a young life yesterday.
We didn’t set out to purposefully save a life. We never know when God has some bigger purpose for the things we decide to do sometimes.
At our nearby park where we regularly walk our dog. We hesitated in our car to observe 3 teen boys hanging around a bench. I told my hubby these boys were up to no good. Some days we leave and go to another park if we don’t like the looks of the characters in the park. Something compelled me to stay and observe these boys.
After a few minutes two of the boys walked over to a porta potty that was nearer to our car. They both went inside together. That was it. I told my husband to call 911. It took a cop about 5 minutes to arrive. The boy on the bench was initially spooked and made to leave when he saw the cop car drive by. But that boy was unable to see the cop car pull into the parking lot and he relaxed. The cop approached the porta potty and had the boys open the door. One boy immediately popped out. The other stayed in the john for some reason.
Then I observed the third boy on the bench unzip his backpack and throw an object onto the lawn (which turned out to be a pipe). I can’t explain it, but I was then compelled to get out of the car (thus losing our anonymity) and go over to the porta potty. My husband came along. As I approached, the young man in the porta potty suddenly fell out. The young officer grasped the front of the boy’s shirt and quickly guided him to the ground. I looked down at this boy’s face as he lay there on the wet concrete in front of a porta potty. It was an odd grayish yellow and his lips were purplish blue. To say this was a stunning thing to observe is an understatement. The boy was clearly dying.
The other boy went completely to pieces. He was crying and babbling and hovering over his prone friend. He would not listen to the officer commanding him to get back. This poor young cop clearly had his hands full with the dying boy and having to keep track of the other two boys. At that point, in a soothing and calm voice I got the panicking boy to focus on me. And I engaged him while we waited for the ambulance to arrive. Granted he was still very upset, but he had moved away from his friend so the officer didn’t need to worry about him interfering. Fortunately there is a fire dept very close to the park and the officer had called for EMTs just before the boy fell out of the porta potty. Help arrived in about 2-3 minutes. The boy was revived with anti-heroin medication. We learned later that had we decided to wait even 1 to 2 more minutes to call 911 after the boys had entered the porta potty, this young man would surely have died. Age around 16, his whole life ahead of him, almost snuffed out for a cheap thrill in a damn porta potty.
The overwrought boy kept saying his friend’s name over and over. It didn’t register with me. We certainly didn’t know these wayward boys. Then the EMTs rolled the now revived young man on a gurney to the ambulance. I saw this boy had a grin on his face beaming from ear to ear. With his color now back to normal I suddenly recognized him. And the name clicked with the face. This was the same young man who had approached us at another nearby park one day this past summer. He wanted to greet our doggie. He had the same breed of dog at home. He was a very personable young man and I immediately felt there was something powerfully important to our meeting. Something out of the ordinary. We had a nice chat and he was off with his friends. As we parted I said, “I hope we will meet you again at this park or the other park we take our doggie to.” He agreed that would be nice.
And there, all this came flooding at me with a huge rush as I gasped to my husband that we actually knew who this boy was who almost died before our eyes. A happy, handsome and vibrant boy whom we had met so many months before on a sunny summer day. A meeting that had been instantly imbued with some strong feeling of import that had stirred my soul even then. Like an important question with no immediate answer. I puzzled over that meeting for days. Then gave it up to God. For we cannot know all of God’s plans for us.
But yesterday I understood. God had me meet the boy who’s life I would inadvertently save 7 months later. I think I know why. But that is too personal to tell here. A precious life was saved yesterday because I needed to be a part of saving that boy’s life and in doing so, I have found my long sought after redemption. All brought to bear through the guiding hand of a loving and forgiving God and my free will to make a judgement call at just the right time.
As my husband said later that evening as we decompressed from our experience that day, it was as if we had lived out some highly charged scene in a Shakespearian play. God being the playwright of course. Such are the mysteries of life on the stage called Earth.
God Bless you Kairn.
Thank you Menderman.
My husband and I are still coming to grips with the full import of our unexpected experience yesterday. Hard to imagine that all we wanted was a peaceful stroll in our pretty neighborhood park with our dog. Just an ordinary middle-aged couple on an ordinary day seeking an ordinary walk.
Little could we guess that within minutes of our arrival we would be the witness to a young boy dying from a drug overdose right in front of us with all the accompanying sirens and flashing lights of 5 op cars, 2 ambulances and 2 fire engines. It was incredibly surreal. All because of one well timed phone call to 911.
Two days after Christmas, the parents of this young man came so very, very close to having to go look at their beloved son laying dead on a cold slab in a morgue. When I picture that end, I dissolve into a puddle of tears. When I met this young man on a better day he struck me as a very special person. It’s a rare thing I have only encountered in a few people in my life. I don’t know how to explain it. There is a particular aura around certain people and this boy had it in spades. He seemed kind. He seemed to have leadership qualities.
We pray what happened yesterday will put this handsome, charismatic young boy back on a better path. And his friends too.
“It’s a rare thing I have only encountered in a few people in my life. I don’t know how to explain it. There is a particular aura around certain people…”
Being able to feel that aura is both a curse and a blessing…believe me, I know. I could tell by your description of the event that you have that gift/curse as well. I have met bad people that have it, and that is the scariest part, but you use it for good, and as I said, God Bless You.
Good insight. I agree, this ability has been a blessing and what I call a burden in my life. Not necessarily a curse. But it is how God made me. So I carry this burden with an oftentimes ragged but cheerful heart.
I think I recognized a kindred spirit in you too. That’s why I say I wuv you, friend.
Kairn, I always new you were special. Good job.
Thanks Brad. I am special in a most humble fashion. I am but God’s humble servant and I try to do His bidding at all times.
I hope you had a very blessed and enjoyable Christmas with your loved ones.
Let’s hope we all have the fortitude to deal with all the junk 2013 is no doubt preparing to fling our way. And pray for God’s good graces to weaken our enemies within in the coming months.
@Karin God bless you & your husband
I just found this archery video where a guy accurately shoots 10 arrows in 4.9 seconds using very old archery techniques that he researched. He can also shoot an accurate volley of 3 arrows in 1.19 seconds in confirmation of an ancient archery legend.
It’s Teh Awesome
Kairn, something tells me you guys were listening to Niel Young when this all took place. LOL.
Will you be disappointed if I tell you we were listening to God? Not Neil Young.
Although after the drama was over I did have Elton John in my head singing the chorus of “Someone Saved My Life Tonight” on behalf of that dear young man who came so very close to his end:
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear (Kairn)
You almost had your hooks in me didn’t you dear (Satan)
You nearly had me roped and tied (death)
Altar-bound, hypnotized (on a heroin high)
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear (a lie. Eternal damnation)
You’re a butterfly (Satan in disguise)
And butterflies are free to fly (another lie. Satan wanted this boy something fierce)
Fly away, high away, bye bye (Nooo!!! Sweet young man. Come back to us!!!!! We all need you so desperately)
December 29th, 2012
Kairn, I have some stories about cruel young men. When you have some time I’ll tell you some stories. Let’s just say you handled better then I did. Evil is evil, no matter the age.
Two of these boys are not evil. They were in the clutches of evil yesterday. One was almost got by Satan. There is still hope for them yet. The third boy who sat on the bench, he was evil. Gone, done, kaput evil. He shot me a couple of dirty looks while the drama was unfolding. He was totally emotionless. No hope for him.
I will appreciate reading your stories soon. I have stared straight into the face of pure evil on occasion myself. I have known times and places where Satan was a palpable presence.
In our beloved park yesterday, Satan took a back seat. God was hugely present and Satan got his ass kicked. I never once felt any fear. It wasn’t until later that I thought about all the what ifs. That evil kid could have had a gun. He could have attacked the lone cop as he knelt over the dying boy.
I did what I was compelled to do when I did it. No other explanation. Sometimes we are on auto pilot. God is the wind beneath our wings.
So I guess there’s no way you’re going to post the archery story considering what happened to the logic test eh?
What logic test?
Snowball the Sourpuss
Looks like I missed a great day at iOTW.
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