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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1

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Yes it works that way.

2-6 is fine. That's not even one ten round mag. There's lots of gun hands in this country. Shoot them weekly, and have for decades. Many are rifle shooting, constantly. I'm not a 3 gun guy, but I am impressed at what good shooters can do. My gates, at the road, are 250 yards from the house. In other words .7 Mil

This heavily armed society has been the only thing from stopping genocide at this point. And "they" know it. "Shots heard round the world" are chambered...
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Why I am an American

I don't normally type long winded stories in the MPT but this one is worth telling.

I am dealing with a customer today that has an obvious middle European accent. His is a very nice old man and we were having an entertaining conversation. I asked him if he was from Belgium or southern Netherlands. He said he was from Belgium but has been in the USA since 1961 and is a US citizen now. I asked him what brought him to America.

His eyes welled up and he said "This is going to be a long story, if I can tell it". He said when he was 8 years old the Nazis took over Belgium. They came to his farm and killed his father and older brothers. His mother grabbed him and they ran into the woods and hid from the Nazis. The Nazis burned their farm to the ground. He said the Nazis also killed all of their neighbors in all of the farms near by. He and his mother scavenged for food, and he said they would eat anything because they were starving. He is a short man, about 5'4" tall. He said his father and brothers were all tall but he was short because most of his childhood he didn't have any food. He said everywhere they went there were rotting bodies of the people the Nazis killed. This went on for a very long time. He said death was everywhere, the Nazis treated people in rural areas very badly. He said after what felt like an eternity of living like a rat, he and his mother were hiding in a burned out farm building. He went out looking for something to eat and was suddenly surrounded by US troops. He did not speak a word of English but remembers a huge man walking up and saying "Hey blondie. Where's your papa?" He didn't understand anything but "papa" at the time. He made the slash across the throat motion to tell them his papa was dead. He said the man then asked "Where's your momma?" He pointed at where his mother was hiding. He said the Americans gathered them up and put them in a truck with other people and gave them some water and crackers. He said he thought the truck was taking them to be shot. He said when the truck stopped they were at an American military base. They all got off of the truck and were taken to a medical tent where they were cleaned up, checked out and given clean clothes. Then they were taken to another tent and fed the first full meal they had eaten in years. He said it was amazing, you could eat as much as you wanted. That night they were given clean beds to sleep in for the first time in years. He said the Americans were wonderful people and everyone treated them very well. He told his mother the Americans are great people and some day he will be an American too. My eyes were welled up, his eyes were welled up and I gave him a big hug.
Man... so true. When stationed in Germany we took many trips to the Netherlands ... all over the country; tulip farms, North Sea beaches and everywhere in between.

We had German plates on our car, and it was always very interesting to arrive at our hotel or sometimes a pension (Bed and breakfast), and the locals were always very polite but definitely standoffish...until we spoke.

My wife and I both have significant German (and Irish and English) ancestry, and we dressed liked the locals when we lived there...we looked like a typical German couple. But as soon as they heard our American accents they invariably and immediately broke into grins and would slap my back and hug my wife and kids. Usually while breaking out drinks and snacks to help us relax from the road trip. I absolutely loved going there as often as possible...beautiful country and beautiful people on the whole.

They haven’t forgotten... Nor should we.

It’s unbelievably horrifying to me that a significant percentage of our country is now in lock step (pun entirely intended) with what we knew as the Fascists of the early 20th century. I intellectually know how we got here... but man... How did we get here?

Better question: How did we allow it to get to this point?
 
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Man... so true. When stationed in Germany we took many trips to the Netherlands ... all over the country; tulip farms, North Sea beaches and everywhere in between.

We had German plates on our car, and it was always very interesting to arrive at our hotel or sometimes a pension (Bed and breakfast), and the locals were always very polite but definitely standoffish...until we spoke.

My wife and I both have significant German (and Irish and English) ancestry, and we dressed liked the locals when we lived there...we looked like a typical German couple. But as soon as they heard our American accents they invariably and immediately broke into grins and would slap my back and hug my wife and kids. Usually while breaking out drinks and snacks to help us relax from the road trip. I absolutely loved going there as often as possible...beautiful country and beautiful people on the whole.

They haven’t forgotten... Nor should we.

It’s unbelievably horrifying to me that a significant percentage of our country is now in lock step (pun entirely intended) with what we knew as the Fascists of the early 20th century. I intellectually know how we got here... but man... How did we get here?

Better question: How did we allow it to get to this point?

Too bad the Koreans have faulty memories.
 
Why I am an American

I don't normally type long winded stories in the MPT but this one is worth telling.

I am dealing with a customer today that has an obvious middle European accent. His is a very nice old man and we were having an entertaining conversation. I asked him if he was from Belgium or southern Netherlands. He said he was from Belgium but has been in the USA since 1961 and is a US citizen now. I asked him what brought him to America.

His eyes welled up and he said "This is going to be a long story, if I can tell it". He said when he was 8 years old the Nazis took over Belgium. They came to his farm and killed his father and older brothers. His mother grabbed him and they ran into the woods and hid from the Nazis. The Nazis burned their farm to the ground. He said the Nazis also killed all of their neighbors in all of the farms near by. He and his mother scavenged for food, and he said they would eat anything because they were starving. He is a short man, about 5'4" tall. He said his father and brothers were all tall but he was short because most of his childhood he didn't have any food. He said everywhere they went there were rotting bodies of the people the Nazis killed. This went on for a very long time. He said death was everywhere, the Nazis treated people in rural areas very badly. He said after what felt like an eternity of living like a rat, he and his mother were hiding in a burned out farm building. He went out looking for something to eat and was suddenly surrounded by US troops. He did not speak a word of English but remembers a huge man walking up and saying "Hey blondie. Where's your papa?" He didn't understand anything but "papa" at the time. He made the slash across the throat motion to tell them his papa was dead. He said the man then asked "Where's your momma?" He pointed at where his mother was hiding. He said the Americans gathered them up and put them in a truck with other people and gave them some water and crackers. He said he thought the truck was taking them to be shot. He said when the truck stopped they were at an American military base. They all got off of the truck and were taken to a medical tent where they were cleaned up, checked out and given clean clothes. Then they were taken to another tent and fed the first full meal they had eaten in years. He said it was amazing, you could eat as much as you wanted. That night they were given clean beds to sleep in for the first time in years. He said the Americans were wonderful people and everyone treated them very well. He told his mother the Americans are great people and some day he will be an American too. My eyes were welled up, his eyes were welled up and I gave him a big hug.


Was working a job last week and the supervisor came over to take my name.

He said something about feeling bad for "you guys" these days, "you guys" being cops.

I said something about dont worry about "us guys" they are coming after all Americans.

He started to unload.

He had an accent , so I asked where he was from. He demurred. "It doesnt matter, dont ask"

Its happened before and needing to know, because it matters, I make a joke out of it..."Im thinking Texas, your from Texas aren't you?"

He laughed and said "Kurdistan"

Here is a guy that knows the bad things that happen in the world.

There had just been a "mass shooting" event and I said to him "Dont let them take your gun".

He looked around and said quietly "He has his gun and no one is getting it"

He than unloaded about the election, immigration and a bunch of other stuff.

A Great American. He has more love for the country than native born because he values it and knows how different it is from other places in the world. He has experienced shit.

I think he really appreciated it when I told him thank you for being a great American.
 
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Why I am an American

I don't normally type long winded stories in the MPT but this one is worth telling.

I am dealing with a customer today that has an obvious middle European accent. His is a very nice old man and we were having an entertaining conversation. I asked him if he was from Belgium or southern Netherlands. He said he was from Belgium but has been in the USA since 1961 and is a US citizen now. I asked him what brought him to America.

His eyes welled up and he said "This is going to be a long story, if I can tell it". He said when he was 8 years old the Nazis took over Belgium. They came to his farm and killed his father and older brothers. His mother grabbed him and they ran into the woods and hid from the Nazis. The Nazis burned their farm to the ground. He said the Nazis also killed all of their neighbors in all of the farms near by. He and his mother scavenged for food, and he said they would eat anything because they were starving. He is a short man, about 5'4" tall. He said his father and brothers were all tall but he was short because most of his childhood he didn't have any food. He said everywhere they went there were rotting bodies of the people the Nazis killed. This went on for a very long time. He said death was everywhere, the Nazis treated people in rural areas very badly. He said after what felt like an eternity of living like a rat, he and his mother were hiding in a burned out farm building. He went out looking for something to eat and was suddenly surrounded by US troops. He did not speak a word of English but remembers a huge man walking up and saying "Hey blondie. Where's your papa?" He didn't understand anything but "papa" at the time. He made the slash across the throat motion to tell them his papa was dead. He said the man then asked "Where's your momma?" He pointed at where his mother was hiding. He said the Americans gathered them up and put them in a truck with other people and gave them some water and crackers. He said he thought the truck was taking them to be shot. He said when the truck stopped they were at an American military base. They all got off of the truck and were taken to a medical tent where they were cleaned up, checked out and given clean clothes. Then they were taken to another tent and fed the first full meal they had eaten in years. He said it was amazing, you could eat as much as you wanted. That night they were given clean beds to sleep in for the first time in years. He said the Americans were wonderful people and everyone treated them very well. He told his mother the Americans are great people and some day he will be an American too. My eyes were welled up, his eyes were welled up and I gave him a big hug.
When I was in Germany training in Vogelstead(sp) we went to Bastonge. My platoon daddy was a screaming chicken VN vet. As soon as they saw his patch we couldn't pay for anything whole platoon was treated to ham and eggs and some of the most mouth watering fresh chocolate and pasteries you could imagine. A few of us were ordered to stay there while the rest of the battailion was moved through to a different training area. ( was a spc4 so that's about all I knew as to why) One of the biggest history lessons for me.
 
Man... so true. When stationed in Germany we took many trips to the Netherlands ... all over the country; tulip farms, North Sea beaches and everywhere in between.

We had German plates on our car, and it was always very interesting to arrive at our hotel or sometimes a pension (Bed and breakfast), and the locals were always very polite but definitely standoffish...until we spoke.

My wife and I both have significant German (and Irish and English) ancestry, and we dressed liked the locals when we lived there...we looked like a typical German couple. But as soon as they heard our American accents they invariably and immediately broke into grins and would slap my back and hug my wife and kids. Usually while breaking out drinks and snacks to help us relax from the road trip. I absolutely loved going there as often as possible...beautiful country and beautiful people on the whole.

They haven’t forgotten... Nor should we.

It’s unbelievably horrifying to me that a significant percentage of our country is now in lock step (pun entirely intended) with what we knew as the Fascists of the early 20th century. I intellectually know how we got here... but man... How did we get here?

Better question: How did we allow it to get to this point?
I traveled to the Netherlands several times in the course of my work, and watched a soccer game with my Dutch colleagues. A Netherlands team was playing in Germany. The TV camera focused on a handmade sign being held up by someone in the crowd, and my Dutch friends laughed hysterically. I had to ask for a translation, and they told me it said "Hey Grandma, I found your bicycle." I still didn't see the humor, so they explained that when The Netherlands was liberated in WWII, the Germans stole bicycles to ride back to Germany, and it is brought up often in arguments with Germans at the beaches.
 
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You should fact check before posting.
 
You should fact check before posting.
"fact" checked by USA today :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:

apparently you dont see the irony in an admitted MARXIST owning 4 luxury homes.


also, what moron "fact checks" a fucking satire website???......go be autistic somewhere else you fucking mongoloid
 
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"fact" checked by USA today :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:

apparently you dont see the irony in an admitted MARXIST owning 4 luxury homes.


also, what moron "fact checks" a fucking satire website???......go be autistic somewhere else you fucking mongoloid
While I agree with you on the Marxist comment. At least 3 of those house are not luxury homes. The one in Inglewood and South LA are just normal homes in bad neighborhoods. The one in Topanga Canyon she got for a good price as there are a lot more expensive homes in that area.
 
While I agree with you on the Marxist comment. At least 3 of those house are not luxury homes. The one in Inglewood and South LA are just normal homes in bad neighborhoods. The one in Topanga Canyon she got for a good price as there are a lot more expensive homes in that area.
Oh FFS. Does it really matter what is called a "luxury" home?
Any home is luxurious to someone somewhere.
Regardless of neighborhood or price, if you have 4 homes, you shouldn't be running your mouth about how unfair your life is.

Unless everybody owns 4 homes now days..
I wouldn't know, I'm just a poor retired civil servant.
 
When I travelling abroad when I was younger, I would notice that locals would give me a bit of a stink eye or look down their nose at me. Until I started speaking with my aussie accent or told them I was from Australia, than they changed their tune and became all happy happy.
Speaking to a few of them, they initially thought I was a yank, simply being a white westerner.

Turns out not everybody thinks so highly of Americans.
 
Only people in countries Americans saved from the Nazis understand it. Even some of them have forgotten as their leftist teachers refuse to teach it.

They want to sneer because NONE of them (including you) have as much freedom as an American.
I walked outta my house today. Bought an AR. Aimpoint. Mags. Ammo.
No fed license.

And dont forget to bow to the queen.