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Unfortunately all but one of New Mexico's Congressional delegation are liberal fools, who do what every Reid, Pelosi and Obama say, I won't g into how they got elected.

I finished my letter to the New Mexico delegation today, and will mail it Wednesday. I borrowed some from "vhinze" and some other places, not to mention I let my anger have free rein, then I edited. I'm not going to post it here because I think vhinze hit the nail on the head and I don't think my additions and changes could hold up to his brilliance.

They make violent movies with lots of guns then they expect us to quietly give up our. The scary part is much of the younger set believe these fakes are heroes. Did we fail the generation who follows us? I think they just didn't have heroes, I grew up surrounded by men from the Greatest Generation, both my grandfathers and all my great uncles had served in WWII, along with the Pastor of my church, the family mechanic, and the principle atelementaryntry school. I marveled at these men and respected them all, and bugged them for stories.

Got me to go looking we have local site for guns sales, I saw Bushmasters from $1200-3500, Kel Tec .223 rifles at double their normal price and one at $1000. Plus some wag had posted a M4 clone for $3500, but it was a plastic toy rifle in Zombie colors and light-up barrel.

Hey all we can do is fight the good fight, and counter the brainwashing against guns our children and grandchildren are subjected at school. This is where the battle will be ultimately won or lost.

nuff said

Saw a article about a lawsuit against the state of Connecticut for not providing a secure/safe school.

Excellent letter. Anyone who is pro-gun has got to go into confrontation mode, letters, emails, pro protest at anti-gun rallies, whatever it takes to keep them from taking our right to bear arms. I read through Feinstein's proposed law and it is scary. It is the rantings of a complete Hoplophobic. Nothing in her law/rantings would have prevented Newtown, nor will it prevent more mass shootings in the future. We have to use the liberals tactics against them. When they say no armed security in our schools, accuse them of wanting more dead children. When a politician (who has armed protection) says we must ban guns, demand they give up their armed security first. When they say ban assault weapons, hit back with the fact an AR-15 is not an assault rifle, make them define assault weapon then pick their definition apart. Sorry ranting :-[

Dick's has been premanently remove from places I shop, CTD also.

Gun owners are some of the most "think outside the box" people around.

Two more of the original "Gun Tool" they were on sale at Midway. A Double Disk kit from Lee to give me more flexibility when reloading on my Pro 1000 presses.

Over 70,000 signatures this morning >:D

No way!

That is cool. You ought to patent it, before someone else does.

I'm pretty sure it is okay to have pecan pie for breakfast on Christmas Day ;D

Merry Christmas to everyone at Tactical22. net!

Mine only get names when they decide to malfunction, the they all get the same name of variation thereof "F@#kin piece of s^&t.

After the last 2 weeks the Newton Police need and deserve it. A hardy thank you to the officers who willing agree to fill in. I think law enforcement people in the US are some of the most awesome people in the world.

Let us know what you think of the SST's I was thinking of ordering some for my Remington 700 .308.

Lee Double Disk Kit to allow me more latitude in picking the amount of power in my .223 reloading,,less than $20 with shipping.

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" " Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone. I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, Hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said," Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.

Welcome to the group.

I'm going to send all of them the transcript from the NRA's press conference this morning.

I'm also a GOA member, I send them money a couple of times a year when I can spare it.

I just kept sending the NRA the amount of my monthly payment for life membership, after I paid it off.