Flashman Fans Unite!
I must admit I do not always have a cigar in my mouth. When I'm looking at pornography, for example, I've always found it kind of uncomfortable to be smoking a cigar whilst exercising my tool. So if I must smoke whilst using the Internet, I update my letters - because I only use the web for porn and publishing...
Anyway. Today I was updating my profile when I thought I'd check out other fans of the Flashman series of books. Which is where I met Frank, a retired marine from the Appalachian Mountains who writes in his letters (and I quote, this is not my writing):
"Aside from collecting these old rifles, I use them. I live on a mountain top, deep in the forest. My wife works in a store in town, and she gets home around 7:30 in the evenings. I walk down the mountain to where our trail joins a county dirt road. We have a steel gate across the entrance to our trail. I wait for my wife there, and when she comes I open and close the gate. Especially in winter, when it's dark, I carry an M1891/30 Nagant rifle with me. Our woods have some animals in them that I wouldn't care to meet empty handed. Also, in the last few years, hordes of immigrants from Mexico, Central and South America have been flooding into our state, and not all of them are nice people. Isolated as I am, I have had a number of run ins with these people and it's better not to take chances."
Yes, Frank, I'm sure its you who has to be scared of the immigrants. And you people thought I was politically incorrect! But don't worry, Frank goes on to write about how he is home-schooling his kids, so at least future generations will know how to speak racistly and carry a big gun.
Anyway. Today I was updating my profile when I thought I'd check out other fans of the Flashman series of books. Which is where I met Frank, a retired marine from the Appalachian Mountains who writes in his letters (and I quote, this is not my writing):
"Aside from collecting these old rifles, I use them. I live on a mountain top, deep in the forest. My wife works in a store in town, and she gets home around 7:30 in the evenings. I walk down the mountain to where our trail joins a county dirt road. We have a steel gate across the entrance to our trail. I wait for my wife there, and when she comes I open and close the gate. Especially in winter, when it's dark, I carry an M1891/30 Nagant rifle with me. Our woods have some animals in them that I wouldn't care to meet empty handed. Also, in the last few years, hordes of immigrants from Mexico, Central and South America have been flooding into our state, and not all of them are nice people. Isolated as I am, I have had a number of run ins with these people and it's better not to take chances."
Yes, Frank, I'm sure its you who has to be scared of the immigrants. And you people thought I was politically incorrect! But don't worry, Frank goes on to write about how he is home-schooling his kids, so at least future generations will know how to speak racistly and carry a big gun.
posted by Major Curtis Garr (Ret.) at 03:05
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