Marauders

I was flipping through the channels tonight and saw that NatGeo's show Doomsday Preppers was on. I went ahead and clicked the remote and got a revelation and a  surprise. Tonight's Prepper Idiot was a man and his friends who are not really preppers but call themselves marauders. Tyler and his friends stated that in the event of a calamity they intend to raid actual preppers. This guy is a total asshat. He carries about 150 extra pounds of blubber and about 25 pounds of shit in head. Here's an idea, since he announced his intention to raid preppers in his area, why don't the preppers in his AO make a punitive strike and punish those that have every intention of stealing from them and committing violence upon them. I have said it before, you have to be a little off to put your preps and plans on TV. This just proves my point. This guy fabbed up some home made body armor out of bath tile, fiberglass matte, duct tape, roofing tar and some scrap metal. Claiming it would protect him from rifle fire. He then proceeded to test it by being shot with a 12 gauge that was obviously firing a light load of something as there was very little impact to him after being shot from a distance of about 3 feet. At that range the shot would still be in the cup and he would have been struck with, oh say, an ounce and a quarter of lead traveling at a decent velocity. Let's see him try that test with a .308 at 50 yards or even a hundred. Hmm, how about it tough guy?

I'm A Gun Slinger....Kinda

One of my duties at the new gig at the pawnshop is, I get to sell ......GUNS! The display case had a Thompson that had been retrofitted with a bushingless barrel and a stainless beaver tail grip safety. It's been a case queen for 6 months. I sold it in two days!  Yay for me! On the down side I was showing a gentleman moron a nice Richland over and under 20 gauge. While he was looking at that I started showing another actual gentleman a handgun. I turned my head to check on the shotgun wielder only to find my head covered by the twin bores of the double. I raised my left arm and deflected the gun, informed him that was the only free one he got. He wanted to know what I meant and I told him to think about on his way out the door. Bubye! That's the problem with dealing with the public, the yabo's ya gotta deal with. But on the upside I do like working there. Did I tell ya I get to sell GUNS?