These are the wildlife centers that try men’s souls…
We must all vend together or, assuredly, we shall all vend separately.
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…and property liens to pay for rent, damages, police …
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11 kids!!! What the hell are you doing in Oregon with 11 kids and your own ranch in Arizona? These people are so nuts.
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Even J.S. Bach (20 kids) had stops on his organ.
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I have not yet begun to open my Snickers…
A man’s home is his wildlife center…
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I want perp walks and faces plastered in the newspapers! Names of hometowns, their ranches, and their pastors. Stories of their dysfunctional, or not, childhoods, gun accidents, drug exposure. Interviews of hteir high school teachers, neighbors, and ex-wives. Let’s show 'em how the media really works.
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I’m imagining this pussy in uniform in a muddy foxhole in the Ardennes in France with German Panzers breathing down his neck… and asking to go home.
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“…however this cheery blue tarp is completely acceptable as a place in which to pass my days. Had I known how cozy it would be sitting in my lawn chair, under a plastic tarp in sub-zero weather- I would have abandoned my wife and eleven kids years ago. I don’t suppose you have any extra snack food, do you?”
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Supposedly, all three Bundy brothers are there, I read yesterday, even though Ammon is the only one getting all the attention. Ammon received $530,000 in stimulus money from the federal gov’t in the form of a loan in 2010. The guy is an absolute hypocrite, but I doubt he even knows what that means. Its too polysyllabic.
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These guys are the bullies who didn’t get their way and are having a temper tantrum. They need to have someone inform them they they don’t always get to have their way, preferably with a felony conviction so they can’t have guns anymore.
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Flatterer.
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I grew up in a very rural setting (a tiny village of 400). NOTHING was secret for very long. This guy apparently is a rancher. If I know anything about country folk it is that tongues will wag. This guy will never live down the loss of reputation. He will be branded a coward.
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DING DING DING!!!
Thread winner!!!
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Nothing here makes any sense at all. First, they should be cut off from the outside and not allowed to come and go. Starve them out and they will all be out in a week. As they come out arrest everyone of them. If they fire at law enforcement, return fire. They are domestic terrorists and need to be treated as such. It’s not a bad time to go after Bundy senior either. His sons are gone and his personal protection squad may have dwindled.
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He has sent out a warning to agents, however, when they do find him.
“I’m telling them right now — don’t point guns at me,” he told NBC.
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Welp … Brainiac here just opened himself up for another law breaking charge…threatening federal officers.
I am wondering what part of my lovely Arizona this cretin is ranching in.
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Not sure why this fellow isn’t a Republican Congressman, voting to send our Unfortunate Sons off to war, chicken-hawk that he is.
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Five days w/o a shower.
I bet the body odor is ripe in there…
To a Mouse
BY ROBERT BURNS
On Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
Sorry, I had this poem stuck in my head for the last several days. Seemed appropriate.
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Seems like this is a Mormon rebellion
"There are things more important than your life and freedom is one of them." Also dying for an incohrent but still idiotic statement about a Wildlife Refuge is more important than birth control and your 11 kids, apparently. This patriot would break down and cry like a baby, were his life actually threatened.
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