glumbert

It was back in the early 80s. We were dressed in our finest black stretch pants, over sized shirts (with shoulder pads large enough for the NFL,) our pointy Fluvog boots, bowler hats, thin black ties- we looked great! We were on our way to Vancouver to Par-tay!
Somebody had scored some acid, and we each dropped a hit (except the nerdy guy, who was driving,) and we stopped by the pay'n'pack to grab some OJ, since, as you know, OJ re-charges acid when you start coming down from your peak. We also needed some chick-o-sticks, as there is no better experience on earth than eating chick-o-stick while on acid.
The pay'n'pack was pretty empty. We sort of got a bit lost looking for the chick-o-sticks, since the characters on the cereal boxes kept winking and pointing in the wrong direction. Somehow we ended up next to a big ole barrel of salt water taffy.
There was one taffy- a green and red one, that kept jumping up, like about three inches, hovering for a second, then failing back down. I figured maybe if I ate it, then maybe the same would happen to me, and think about it: how cool would that move look on the dance floor?
So I ate it.
Then the skies closed in, and lightning flashed, and a terrible voice from on high spake this commandment:
"DO NOT SAMPLE THE BULK FOODS!"
I did not know I had partaken of the forbidden taffy! Needless to say, we ran like hell before god came out from behind the loudspeaker and zapped us in to dust.
I will never eat salt water taffy again....

very funny because of that very thing

mmmm, love apples

Jimmy has been inviting MD onto his shows (multiple) forever, and closing as he came on. Same w/Jimmy's coorespondents. This is Matt's strike back, and FUNNY as SHIT!!! Jimmy's never interviewed him to this day after numerous times...

To answer another part of your question, Sarah and Jimmy have been going out for more than 5 years now (and still are going out).

You can watch the full episode of this on abc.com, too...there is a lot more to the "interview" than just this song!!!

Canuck, http://www.comingsoon.net/news/movienews.php?id=41610 for the Matt/Jimmy story

not sure which was worse... the video or the song

It won't play, planet. I dunno why.

You have piqued my curiosity, Amigo.

What is it?

Pretty funny there Planet. I'm just west of T.O. We're not that fond of them either.lol

Cool vid man did the toronto song play for ya??

awesome! Why is this not happening NOW!

The fracture "process" is not defined, but looks like typical electrolysis of water into its components. The now famous water car guy (Stan Meyer) was on the edge of crazy, and his family has put his technical docs online. His problem was the stabilization (isolation) of the H2 O components to prevent them from chemically joining back into water before useful work was done.

But the caveat in both "water cars" is that unless something very unusual has been discovered that would cause "ordinary" water to split without defying the laws of thermodynamics then this guy is just another snake oil salesman. No detailed information is put forth because I think it is a load of crap (as per the car running on water alone). I bet he has to plug his massive battery pack into the grid to do that.

He just can't keep rolling a rock down a hill, because sooner or later you run out of hill and have to push it back up, and that requires energy.

ah yes
the immutable laws of thermo
there are no free lunches
but i was thinking that once the cycle was initiated the braking system could provide energy, but on review that would mean a perfectly efficient system....
however the gas engine is only 20% efficient
if solar, wind hydro etc could be used to charge the cracking system this could change the world....
and the only by-product is water

or...maybe if "our" fearless leader would put, oh say 150 or so billion dollars into research on this (where could he get that?), it could be the "answer"! I bet $150,000,000,000 could get it feasible by next year!

The amount of electrical energy that must be added equals the change in state plus the losses through mechanical, electrical, and electrochemical resistance lost as heat.

The solar problem is that a bright sunny day will produce 4.8 kilowatt hours (KWH) per square meter in a 8 hour day. The density of gasoline is 8.76 KWH per liter! Almost twice the energy of a entire day of a solar paneled car in bright sun for a entire day.

Take into account the losses in domain transformation and the differential is huge. This is why cars are powered by petrochemical reactions. The only way hydrogen is a good choice, is when hydrogen fueling stations are powered by; solar, geothermal, petrochemical fracturing, biomass, etc, so that cars do not have to carry the heavy cells, but just the resultant fuel (hydrogen).

There are tri-frequency solar cells that triple the efficiency but it is still too little. Such cells are enormously expensive, and are only used on spacecraft, and on the mars rovers.

Small problem, water costs more than gas!!!! Especially if you want the bubbles to clean your injection system!!!!

C - What one believes is in large part, what one experiences. Here is a personal event in my life that I have never told anyone even my friends and family. Now we have the anonymity of the internet forum and I can tell the tale. So here is a tale to bring back the wonder the world you had as a child.

When I was in fifth grade I had a time when I was very good at odd things. I could see in a way that others could not, and the world was kind of transparent. A close friend and I were fooling around with a Kreskin's ESP game at the back of the classroom. If you remember the game came with two sets of 25 cards each. One set was shapes and the other was colors.

So my friend says "lets see if you have ESP". He shuffles and then proceeds to hold up a card from the color pack, and asks me what color it is. (Now here is where it gets strange) I could see the colored circle slowly bleed through the card as though it was becoming transparent. I told him the color and he would proceed to the next, and the same thing would happen. By the time he got to around 15 cards a small crowd of my classmates began to gather. I got 24 out of 25 correct. I also got most of the shapes correct as well but I don't remember the count, and I was getting pretty stressed out from the crowd.

No one else in the class could do it, and this caused some friction with them, (you are cheating, etc). Being a shy and introverted boy I found it to be quite embarrassing, and did what I could do to avoid such situations in the future.

Now the center part of the story. One afternoon when I was scrounging around in a toy box for some marbles near a window in my bedroom, I heard a noise and looked to my right. There was a tall thin man with short light brown wavy hair wearing blue overalls (the kind that button with the brass buttons in the front), and a red plaid shirt, and old work boots staring at me in disbelief from a doorway just behind him. I was surprised to see him there, and he was quite shocked to see me kneeling there on the floor. (And as my panic rose he just disappeared, like smoke on a windy day)

I was kinda stunned and stopped looking for my marbles (No pun intended), and went downstairs to the living room where my mother was knitting. I sat there for some time and then asked my mother if there was ever a door between my room and the adjoining room. She said that there had been a door there when my parents bought the house but they had removed it to separate the rooms.

That was the confirmation that I was not crazy, and what I saw was something outside of the normal. This was what led me into my study of the sciences. Over these many years I have concluded that he was as real as you or me, just in a different time, and we met at the missing doorway.

We should all remember that even in everyday life; The world is more than we know, and less than we imagine.

C

Just like all the other preternatural creatures mentioned, (and the others between the lines) they exist only in the mind....or do they?

Up until a few years ago, for me, "ghosts" were, well, just that. Now, I've had several experiences at a 1700s farm house I renovated over the summer of 2001, that have me reconsidering "the after life".

Set up... Old farm house, inherited by my new "clients", from a little old lady (his Aunt) along with lots of money, is to be completely renovated and updated. The place was gross, we removed 37 cats, 14 living, 23 in various stages of decomposition, from INSIDE the house!

1. June night 10 PM-ish (near dark), I'm alone, tearing out kitchen, heard light switch in other room (the old kind that makes a loud noise when switched), went to investigate and found nothing, except the light was now on upstairs, tuned it off, went back to work. This happened 3 times, before I got freaked out and left.

2. Two weeks later, after everyone else left, I'm alone again, just getting dark (of course), kitchen flooring is in, laying out cabinets, I keep hearing a strange "clunking" sound upstairs, go to investigate, find nothing but a dust covered collection of old antiques , as I turn to go back downstairs, I bumped a rocking chair and it made the EXACT clunking sound, then I realize there is a dust free spot in the shape of a butt, that looks like someone just sat there! I leave (quickly) with hair standing on end!

3. While working on the "sun porch" with a co-worker, the State Police came in force surrounding the house with guns out, make us come out with hands up and all that fun stuff. They search the house, find nothing, then tell us that someone called 911 from this address and said there were strange people in their house. This house had NO PHONE! The State Boys were very puzzled by the whole incident and kept us detained while they tried to figure it all out. (which as far as I know they didn't)

So far these incidents could possibly be explained.....then....

4. Late summer, near dark (I know), sitting out on the sun porch with clients wife talking, facing each other with glass door walls behind each of us I see, what appears to be a reflection off the glass behind her, a man walking outside directly behind me, she sees the same, the other way around! We both totaly freak out! (that one still gives me the willies!)

5. Two weeks later, (can you guess) getting dark, I'm walking back from the barn 100 yards away, I glance up to see a lady in a long dress standing at the back door, I look away for a moment and she's gone, I mean no where to be found, in an instant! Hair on end again, I leave quickly!

I tell the clients wife about this and she said, "maybe it's haunted, because the cremated remains of three people are in the basement!

6. My "client" (a very prominent lawyer) is there with his wife and another lawyer, he runs to the store and she is out with the dog, she comes back in, the other lawyer is sitting there, white as a ghost, (he's Indian) eyes wide he says to her "do you have ghosts in here? Because I just saw a man "float" through here!"

They decide that the "people in the basement" needed to be buried! Now the problem, one was Jewish, the Aunt was an atheist, and the other, her husband, was a christian. They wanted to put them all in the same hole in the ground, under a very nice granite and bronze marker. Although by doing that, they were concerned about getting things really "stirred up" so to speak!

They did it anyway and all has be quiet ever since!

I now believe in Ghosts!

Miter - Yep old homes have something going on. My mothers house was built in 1789, and some visitors and some family members get a little freaked out. There have been other incidents I have not told that are like yours, but I have always felt quite at home there.

Thanks Miter, now you've given me the willies! lol

My house was built in 1790, very large, I've spent most of my life here. When anyone (a woman) was pregnent all kinds of thing happened. Chairs moved, dishes would be piled in the barn and always clean. My dog would never come into the house while this was going on.
The house was built by a man names Cyrus White, he built it for his furture wife,,problem was she ran off with a tinker, Cy hung himself in the wood run, now the mud room. My mom always said he didn't like women.
Once the birth came, all was still.
I saw Cy in the cellar which has 14' ceiling for swinging an ax. I would go down and load cold into the hopper. As I shoveled, something blocked the light, I assumed it was Mom, I looked into the eyes of a young man maybe 30, he had a strang beard, very dark, I emtied my shovel looked back and was alone. I don't remember what he was wearing, but he was short and eye level because I was short.
I hated having to go down and load that hopper. But Mom said he was just a sad case and wouldn't and hadn't hurt anyone but himself. I beleive in gost,yes indeed.

Well .......why not? It's 3:12 am, I've just awakened from a 6 hour "nap" in front of the TV, and I'm reading ghost stories, so why not add my own experience?

I rarely speak of this but, as someone earlier pointed out, this IS the internet and there is a degree of anonymity and detachment offered. I stopped speaking of this at some point very early in my Air Force career because of the very negative reactions of so many people. And I must admit that if I had no personal experience with a ghost I would surely be a vocal skeptic......

My parents bought the house in 1967, a huge 19-room behemoth of a house with 12-ft ceilings in the front (original) portion of the house. It was built in the 1850's on a site where once stood a large hotel, and there had been several additions to the original small, square house. (What the hell -- you can "Google Earth" it if you want. My family doesn't own it any longer, haha: 52 Ocean Ave, Bay Shore, NY.) Dad and I remodeled the entire house, room by room, over many years. One of the first rooms was a very small (tiny) room at the top of the front stairs. (There was also a back stairs and a smaller middle stairs to make up the difference for 12 ft ceilings in the front of the house and 8 foot ceilings in the remainder, if you follow that.) This small room was basically a sewing room as it didn't have enough room for even a twin bed. Well, it would have fit but with no room on either side. Once we removed the closet however it worked just fine as my bedroom. An armoire served as my closet. Climbing on top of the armoire allowed access to the attic opening in the ceiling. (That will come in later.)

I was 14 yrs old. My nephew, same age as me, was over the house. We went up to my room. I turned to lock the door, an old fashioned antique kind of dead bolt. When I turned around I saw my nephew's hand waving at me from beneath the bed. I said "Tim, what are you ......" but then Tim, at the mention of his name, came from the only possible place in the tiny room which I couldn't see, near my armoire. As I stared at the hand it turned black and then faded away. Strange. And, just like in the movies, Tim saw me staring, turned his head to look, and missed it entirely! I beat feet out of there. We went downstairs. Everyone who should have been in the house was accounted for. Hmmmm......

A few weeks later, the earlier incident forgotten, I went out on the roof, over the porch, (through my window) to smoke. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I started early. But since I didn't have permission to smoke I had deadbolted my door first. As I started to go back into my room a black figure came THROUGH the heavy curtains and swiped at my legs, but it went right through my legs! It still gives me the creeps!!!! Right now!! This figure had no features. It was just a black outline of a person. Yes, it had a head, and arms, etc. It was clearly a "person" but what sort??? I freaked out. My heart was hammering. It took me perhaps an hour to work up the courage to crawl back into my room. Whatever it was was gone. The door was still deadbolted.

After that it was rapid fire events. Things flew off my nightstand, time after time, and my bed rocked and rolled for hours on end. Many times it felt like someone was UNDER the bed, pushing it up with his back. Other times it was an ever-increasing shaking from side to side or front to back. I only saw the black figure one more time. It was the outline of a man. He floated into my room and up through the attic opening. I bolted out of the room. It took me a long time to go back into it.

My older sister decided to try sleeping in my room. She lasted one hour! She said the bed would not stop shaking! haha!! No kidding? Then my mom tried it. She lasted about 10 minutes. Sitting there in my bed, reading, she heard footsteps out on the roof, followed by someone trying to open the window.

Eventually I convinced myself that this was just my imagination and went back to my room. The attic, accessed through my room only, served to hold a lot of boxes, Xmas stuff, etc. Dad was passing me up a lot of Xmas stuff to put away for the year, but he was a bit slow as he had to go downstairs and get them. I passed the time by pulling the lath/hair overrun off the inside of the wall, above my bed, and dropping pieces down between the wall. I also had several screws and was dropping them down as well. I had several lined up for my next aerial bombardment of the nazis hiding at the base of my wall when dad said, "Hurry up and take these!", so I went back to work. When I was droping down the lath and the screws they made a distinctive sound when the struck bottom. That night, in bed, I heard that sound again as, one by one, the pieces I had left above came down. "Tink"........ "Tink".......... "Tink".......... Freaky! I was lying on my stomach, the door to my room open, and the hall light on. Something whacked me in the middle of my back, HARD! I flew out of bed and into my parent's room. I had a HANDPRINT in the middle of my back!

The room was never slept in again. We turned it back into a sewing room. The ghost, which we had named "Mr. Love" for a previous occupant of the house who we heard had died there, was never heard from again. Perhaps that room was his special room. Who knows. Only the shadow knows for sure....... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Lastly, a few years later, while in tech school in the AF, I read a new book called "The Amityville Horror". Every hair on my body stood on end at various parts of the book! I was very upset at these people when it turned out to be a hoax. Idiots. But, oddly enough, this also happened in a small town on the south shore of Long Island, and the house was on Ocean Ave! And, strangely, my mom was born in a house on Ocean Ave in Amityville, 3 doors down from that house. Another odd connection, which I only learned of much later, is that the "horror" house had belonged to the DeFeo family. The son killed his whole family. My cousins, still living in Amityville to this day, were out partying and smoking pot with him the night he killed them.

Anyway, that's my ghost story. I have no idea what any of this has to do with F*cking Matt Damon, but it's been fun.

LMFAO!

Riza, never forget TECHNOVIKING!!! From OSP, aka sinkingboat69

I'm still here, just not much time lately. Working on a huge project, not much time for me. Still luv ya!

i agree she's adorable

I do, Dixie.

I do.

At those times my wife tells me she loves me, I think I've got my "day"......and more.

You talk'n ta me!

top of the morning to ya RF..

A little late in the day Chuck, But right back attcha! :)

Pod, of corse not. It was ment for, well, I was puzzled at the return of Dixiebelle.
Dixie you will need to excuse me, but a certain persons have been posting extreme negative messages and then dropping your name in some sort of bizarre (wink,wink) hinting thing!

Are you aware of this, and Are you participating in this ...... group?

I have a theory about string.............wait...........that's not what you're talking about is it.

...........but my quantum mechanic is pretty good. Charges too much though.

...and does very little!

Holy shit!

LOL!

Now THAT is a TERRIFIC question!!!

Dying to hear the answer, though.

LOL!

Excellent.

chuck, most "apparitions" are confined to old homes, ships and the like. I suppose if you spent the night in a known caveman cave, you may be in for a strange night!

C I've watched gost talkers or whatever they're call on sci-fi, it's really bad. But bring a women into my home who is expecting and stay a while you'll have experience. It's been 34 yrs since my youngest but my wife and I still laugh about the crazystuff that happened. Get a dog, for some reason they'll let you know something is up.
My sister says they're not gosts, they're in our heads, could be.

C that means your "unexplainable, or mysterious event" is coming LOL! I was exactly 45 when the above strangeness happened, before that I was saying pretty much the same thing you are now!

Pod, just a test to see if you still have it...what color is my cell phone?

I say its a pink Razor phone, with a Brittany Spears carrying case. Damn I'm good.

UDB damn you're good! thats my backup phone!

Dixie, Great!! I was hoping that it was bullshit, since you and some of us here had some really good dialogue going on!

Just to clear the air tho, one or more of the dropouts in the chimmpin group kept bringing your name up in a such fashion to perhaps have people think they were not such a minority!!
Glad to hear you say that!

Then it was just another one of the lies they like to perpetrate.:(

Dixie, I'm sure you can hold your own just fine! Most of the regular G guys are a great bunch.

Randal, good to see you!

Free

LOL,Free are you working tonight?

No Randal, I'm off tonight, free as a bird. A lonely, tired bird, but free nevertheless. Heading for sleepytime though! I have a screwy schedule. Up half the night even on weekends.
Talk later Randal!
Free

Hmmm Dixie.......wanna spar?

hey useddouchebag tell your girlfriend i have run out of paper bags so dont come over..... she will know what i mean.

Riz, I'll try it tomorrow. Too tired tonight! Later Sweetie.

im guessing your the mule dick right douchebag? Douchebag arn't mules hermaphrodite's i wouldn't know but you seem to.

What up riza? Are you "signed up" at YouTube? If not they don't let you rate or post.

I just did a "request" video for some dude that has a shoe fetish??? I'm not into that stuff (guess I have my own explosion fetish lol!) anyway I blew up a pair of sneakers for this guy, got to be one of the strangest vids I've done! Using high speed fuse for the laces and the equivalent of 10 M-80s in each shoe! Heck the shoe-bomber woulda been proud! (except mine worked!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gainK1EG1PI

then the shorter "uncut version"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndo0SRcOq5A

after posting these, I realize there's a whole bunch of exploding sneaker videos!!! What a bunch of nuts out there! (like I'm not!)

I somehow doubt the store will take those back now. Receipt or not.

Kewell Dude! LOL...

Miter- I was vacuuming up near my wood stove today and it occurred to me that if I sucked in a live ember then I would have a blazing problem on my hands. And then I wondered what would happen if all that combustible wood chips, paper, lint, etc were to be supplied with all that oxygen. It would be a interesting safety video.

And what would happen if I had been vacuuming up firecrackers before I vacuumed up that ember?

Hmmmm.

pod- That's the very thought I have when shop vac-ing up the area in which I mix my chems, which I do outside. Although I do get chems all over the table I use and the static build up inside the vac is, well, shocking!

The stuff I use is quite stable, supposedly they've shot a gazillion volts of DC at it, with no problems (yeah, just keep telling myself that!) This is why I don't generally have anyone around while doing the mixing! Safety first!

I do know that airborne particulate matter of many types can be VERY explosive in the right combinations, especially contained, like in a vacuum, so I'd be careful with the vac around embers...I also have a friend that had a fire start in his mini shop vac after cleaning up a wood stove, two days after the fire was "out"!

cool vid miter have u ever tried a oxy acetaline bomb???????????
All u require i wont give all ingredients cause i think thats illegal but a antifreeze bottle extension cord oxy acetaline and u can figure out the rest (if there is any lol)

planet-

Have I tried it...oh yeah...but a "antifreeze bottle"?...that would be too small for me! LOL

My "recipe"; Hot humid summer night (less chance for static) and a very large trash bag filled tight with Oxy-Acetylene , tied to one or two more large trash bags of helium, all of which has been sprayed down, inside and out with static guard, add time fuse to a very long quick fuse (to keep you the hell away from it) lite it and let it fly! Hmm got to video that next time! For now you have to check out some crazy rednecks doing it their way...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gsCuQthy60

miter - Ever scrounge around in your med kit and do the chemical cold pack thing? If you haven't be careful I don't what to see you vaporize yourself and your ATV.

I don't know randal, looks to me like people are nailing the inappropriate button..when glumbert comes down on someone, usually the name and everything is gone.

I imagine that there is a user counter for the inappropriate button, and when enough users have clicked it the comment goes away.

Actually the 1st flag seems to do it...

What was that ditzy chicks name.....the one that randal messed up. Whoa, back up a minute, I gots me a joke in there. Dixie Chicks...........how come nobody ever called them 'ditzy' chicks. Someone get me the number of FOX.

Have you ever watched a building be demolished. It's very specific. detonators are placed just so. My daddy's in construction. I have witnessed many buildings go down. My point is, if anyone has any doubt about those buildings in New York..........don't. They could not have been more planned. If a building were to collapse after being struck by a large object, it would not be nearly as tidy as it was. What I'm saying is, if my old apartment building was struck by something it would cant. If you push something hard enough remember folks it tips. Simple physics. The fact that those buildings collapsed vertically is all the proof you need. Definately Demo.

physicists have lioked at the collapse of both towers on film. they fall at freefall speed. that requires an unobstructed decent with and acceleration of 32 ft/sec^2.
go ask gallileo
it's true
really

boy did that come out fuked up
listen, the support columns were removed the building fell at 32'per second ^2...
that can't happen if you are yielding critical columns or pancacking floors

No kidding! Who were you rooting for there Randal? Nice to see the underdog win against all odds. First half was a bit of a snore, but man, total nail biter at the end. Gee, I wonder what the Manning brothers buy each other for Christmas. Small countries?

Well Bill, I'll give you a hint....I live 10 minutes away from the medowlands??

LOL!! This is for Chaz....

In our House we chant... HERE WE GO GINTS HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO GINTS HERE WE GO!!

Ya, where the heck is Chaz anyway?

Maybe hanging from the shower curtain rod by a necktie?

What a fuckin' game.

I'm not even a football fan normally, but.......

What a fuckin' GAME!

Awwww...Dixieeeeee...

Not a "football fan"?

And now swearing like a sailor??

Keep that up, Missy....and you will RUIN my perception of you as a Belle.

(Just kidding....you're still a good sport)

Classy Douche, real classy. Dixie, I strongly agree. First one in years truly worth watching.

The wife made apple strudel tonight. Everybodys in bed, and the strudel was left unguarded.

And I can't stop conducting raids on the fucking thing.

It's always just "one more! Just one more!......and sure enough...awwww fuck it. Ill never hear the end of it.

I need a goddamn patsy to take the rap for me on this one.

Oh look! THERE'S that half-wit dog of mine!

Thank gawd.

LOL C! my dog gets a lot of the missing "goodies" blame around here! Actually, sometimes he is the perp...his head is the same height as the counter top! Tip for large dog owners...the microwave is an excellent lock-up for "goodies", unlike the oven, you wont be preheating them by mistake!

Lets see, why would a terroist go to a gunfight with a knife, was the southerner that bad a shot to reload, and why hasn't his son killed the parents by now or at the lest shot up the school?
Which are you?

I don't know gymyg, but sure as hell know which you are!

Independent answer:

Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dad: "Look kids hollow points would have killed him, but now he is just gut shot and in a great deal of pain."
Son: "If he gets medical help will he be ok? Will he do this to someone else?"
Dad: "I suppose so."
Bang! Bang!
Dad: "He won't be running anymore!"
Daughter: "Dad he can still hold that knife."
Dad: "You're correct"
Bang! Bang!
Dad: "Not with those hands."
Wife: "He may have friends dear. What if he lives to tell them you shot him?"
Dad: "Yes you're correct as well."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wife: "Why didn't you shoot him in the head?"
Dad: "I don't want to be responsible for killing him, now he will only die because of poor planning. Now let's get to that movie."

I would shoot for the kneecap or caps, After he dropped like a sack of spuds!
I would then have the wife and kids help me gag and bind him making sure he doesn't bleed out, then throw him is the mini van that the little women:) drives with the "I'm a soccer Mom"sticker on the bumper and then take a long road trip to michigan to a friends farm where we would then plant m80s and such in every orifice of this unfortunates body lighting them off(one at a time of corse) and letting a friendly woodland Racoon nibble on him in between explosions . We would then film this glorious event to post on Youtube for all are friends to watch!

After we would drive back to Jersey to get the kids back in time for school and my lovely wife in the kitchen to bake her wonderful chocolate chip cookies for the PTA Bake off! And I need to back in time to Make my speech for the Greenpeace movement which takes place at the Javits center on the westside of manhattan, ny.

God bless us card carrying northern NRA Liberals... (sigh)... not many of us left.:(

That was good randal, a bit mellow once getting to the "farm" but good. lol

My very republican, pistol packin lawyer sent that blurb above to me, of which the best part is, a correspondence with a lawyer that didn't cost me anything!

Lets take that scenario literally, and play it out by your rights under the law, as they are today in Michigan and at least 25 other states (and counting), that have replaced the "Duty to retreat" with "Castle doctrine" law.

Scenario:

You're walking down a deserted (or any) street with your wife and two small children, legally carrying a concealed hand gun. Suddenly, an Islamic terrorist (or any person) with a huge knife (or any weapon) comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, praises Allah (or his momma), raises the knife and charges at you.

Lawful response, current "Castle doctrine" law states:

While drawing weapon, immediately step in front of family, or any other persons with you, (unless person is armed with a gun, then you need to "draw fire" away) screaming at individual to disarm and or leave (best done spiked with profanities), while quickly scanning area for additional loonies (helps control tunnel vision) and very importantly the area behind him. Non compliance, 3 to 5 shots center of mass, if hits have effect, turn, gather family and run, hopefully they have already left while calling 911, just like a fire drill, pre-planing is everything.

Time of encounter start to finish, 2-5 seconds.

In other words, you may stand your ground and fight back, meeting force with force, including deadly force, if you reasonably believe it is necessary to prevent death or great bodily harm to yourself or others.

No one knows what is in the twisted mind of a violent criminal. You can't expect a victim to wait before taking action to protect themselves and say: "Excuse me, Mr. Criminal, did you drag me into this alley to rape and kill me or do you just want to beat me up and steal my wallet/purse?"

Lawful response, past law or current "Duty to Retreat" states:

RETREAT! and I mean get the F outta there! All while gathering up scared and stunned wife, little ones, or friends. If you realize you have no escape, try to defend physically giving others time to flee. If and when, it becomes obvious, that to stop death or great bodily harm, you need to pull your pistol and take 3 to 5 shots at center of mass. Then RETREAT!

You can clearly see the problems to one's "health" (not to mention possible bystanders) with this last scenario, besides the fact that some "Duty to retreat" states don't allow concealed carry, by the time you pull your "equalizer" it's most probably way too late! Most likely the pistol would have been taken away and used on you and your family! These events start and end typically in under 10 SECONDS!

Ironically, some of the statements in the "joke" I posted above (democrat response) are exactly what needs to go through your head before pulling your "piece" out! Nothing good for YOU will come from that type encounter!

First scenario, nothing good for the CRIMINAL will come from that type encounter, unless he simply complies with your shouted demands and leaves!