send them back https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRpcPi5bQpw

any takers?

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/elections-2020/a-never-biden-movement-vows-not-to-vote-for-joe/ar-BB118psS?ocid=sf2

All these folks buying toilet paper and hand sanitizer don't know shit about survival

or they're apartment dwellers.

I planted a garden, filled IBC totes with rainwater, canned a shitton of chicken soup and chili with my instant pot, I always have a huge supply of spam, canned chicken, and I have a shitton of rice and beans.

My human shitstain H1b neighbor can fucking starve.

he married a fat pig of a woman to get citizenship status.

if you live near water, remember you can boil it, no need to empty the shelves of stores

don't be a part of the problem, the people clearing the stores are all foreigners.

trump cannot get coronavirus, his power level is 90000

bullets bounce off him

Hey so a tip in case you can't find what you need at regular stores, most VA hospitals have a VCS store, like a mini CVS but no mile long receipt, and no taxes, I'm not even posting this on my facebook, this is just for my fellow GEOTUS lovers. I bought a month supply of TP and cold meds.

A pump pellet gun is better than a firearm for hunting if we actually have a food shortage. Try to go after small game, birds, rodents, cats. Keep firearms for bigger game and protection.

Louis and Clark hunted all the way across the country with mostly an air rifle.

err lewis and clark, here's the one they used. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girandoni_air_rifle

While the detachable air reservoir was capable of around 30 shots, it took nearly 1,500 strokes of a hand pump to fill those reservoirs. Later, a wagon-mounted pump was provided.

ya a 1/2" ball travelling at 500fps would be deadly.

daisy powermaster 760 is a good air rifle, it's cheap, and more powerful than what it says on the box. Equal to a .22LR in my opinion.

one day my old man found a bunch of holes in some tin roofing, accused me of taking out his .22, I had to show him that with 20 pumps the 760 could poke holes in tin roof with ease.

I have a nice Benjamin from the late 90's, premium walnut stock. I taught myself how to completely take it apart and rebuild it over the last 30 years.

I replaced the original pump hinge pin with something more serviceable. Original pin had to be taken out, put in with a shop press.

2000's I added a laser pointer to it

Doves and Robins don't taste bad.

If I had to feed my kids, I'd just tell em it's chicken

would be neat to make a modern Girardoni... electric pump and a small solar panel

let it sit in the sun a few hours to recharge.

dunno, gotta see how much PSI the Giardoni had, but there's a ton of cigarette lighter air compressor that can hit 80psi

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=12v+air+compressor&rh=n%3A1292116011&ref=nb_sb_noss

pc master race

https://bearingarms.com/ba-staff/2015/04/28/modern-girandoni/

want

https://www.airgundepot.com/airforce-texan-ss-hawke-scope-combo.html#AGD-43178416

@Tesla they have a lot of pro's. 45cal at 950fps will go through you. You don't need to source powder. You can make your own rounds with nothing more than lead, stove, and a mold.

they're quieter than powder, drawing less attention to yourself. no powder residue to clean either

if you're in a survival situation, air is better for hunting. Save that powder for defending.

high quality meat protein is what allowed our brains to evolve, to get better at hunting quality meat, like mammoths

I have no problem eating animals, there is no moral dilemma for me. The only moral dilemma I have is overhunting wild populations (LOOKING AT YOU CHINESE FISHERMAN)

i started raising chickens 2 years ago because I got tired of buying snail bait, I no longer have to buy snail bait and I get eggs for 3 years, next year I get chicken.

but I was raised on a farm, and learned early on how fucked up it can be to get overly attached to animals. They're tools, nothing more. You wouldn't cry if you lost a wrench.

unless I gotta feed my family, then pickles becomes food.

she's the dog in my profile pic btw, awesome dog, but I like my wife and kids more.

all animals have those

even chickens. but you have to be a man, and think who's more worthy of survival, you or them?

try raising ducks sometime, they're like feathered dogs, they'll follow you around, sit in your lap, do funny cute shit.

and shit all over the fucking place, holy hell ducks shit like mofo's

my first real experience with animal attachment on the farm was when I was like 7 or 8. Old man bought 2 pigs with his brothers. Told me, "Don't go near them! They're dangerous!" But they were hella nice to me, I could take them on walks on rope even though they weighed 400lbs and could eat me in seconds. When the grass was tall in the orchard, sometimes I'd take em for walks, they'd lay down in the sun, let me lay on them.

I used to have to collect eggs from the henhouse, see you buy chickens as chicks, and they're supposed to be sexed, but sometimes they make a mistake sexing, and we ended up with this real fuckhead rooster that would fly at me claws first and attack me. Fucker would fuck me up all the time.

One day I was laying on the fruit drying trays in the sun, and that fucker got out. He was on top of the henhouse cawing at the pigs. "COCK A DOODLE DOO!" but the pigs didn't pay any attention to him, in fact, they had their backs turned to him which pissed him off more.

So dumb ass decided to fly down into the pig pen to challenge them. It took less than a split second for the pigs to fly across the pig pen and nail him. In a puff of feathers, my 2 sows vanquished my rooster foe, I was so happy and grateful.

For the rest of the year I would continue loving on my pigs, they me. I'd take them down to the nearby creek to wallow. I'd look them in the eyes, see intelligence, they'd always be happy to see me and just started following me without a rope. I could point them to go back in their pen and they would.

Then one day my uncles showed up early in the morning. My old man was polishing his .22. They moved the pigs from the pen into our fenced in yard. They were all sitting around and drinking beer. My old man took aim, nailed porky right between the eyes. Petunia had no idea what had happened, she walked over to porky, she got shot too.

Both pigs fell over to their sides, instant brain shot. I watched the blood trickle from the headshot, their eyes haze over blue. My dad and uncles bound their feet, put a pole between their legs and carried them out to the carport where we kept the power transfer sprayer.

They wound a come along into the rafters of the car port, and hoisted the pigs up one by one, slitting their throats and letting the blood drain into metal buckets. They cut their bellies and their internal organs fell onto the plastic sheets below.

that's when I lost it. I hopped on my bike and rode the 1/4 mile down the dirt driveway on my bannana seat bike. There I was by myself next to San Felipe road, crying my eyes out, because I knew I would never see my friends again.

My heroes that vanquished my fowl tormenter. We took the carcasses to a butcher in Los Gatos, and they got turned into bacon, sausage, pork chops, loins, ribs. I found I enjoyed the hell out of the meat, and I realized their sacrifice allowed me to be fed.

and that's sort of where I understood why we do this, why we kill and eat animals. They choose to be domesticated, they choose to be dependent on us, and in return they become our food.

They get fed until they're fat, they don't have to suffer from natural predators, they even have the nourishment and safety to reproduce.

right

ever see a cat kill its prey? It's not a quick death, they're literally eaten alive. It's a fucked up way to go suffering like that.

Depends on where you're from. Asian countries love dog meat. They raise them like livestock.

but they have some fucked up practices, they believe that adrenalin enhances the flavor of the meat, so making the animal die a suffering death is the fate most animals get over there. Nothing quick or painless about it.

Like, I'm totally cool with them eating dog, cat, whatever, just don't be dicks to the animal when it's time to harvest. Give it a quick painless death.

yup

So like I said earlier, if it was a situation where I had to eat my dog, i'd do it, but I'd do it as respectfully and painlessly as I could, for her sake.

but the cat would go first... cause fuck that cat and her pissing all over the house, that cat is a whore.

I've watched my cat walk past her clean litterbox, and piss on the carpet, while staring at me. She's a total cunt.

Dog has a torn ACL and will still scratch on the door in the middle of the night if she has to go.

I'm scraping by in San Jose, Cali is fucked, vets around here want $3500 for the surgery, and it's not 100% with big dogs.

Wife and I combined make $200k@year, and we're scraping by. Car payments, keeping kids in private school so they don't have to be white guilted in public school, taxes, mortgage, insurances on everything. Hell after obama our healthcare shot up to $900@mo for 2 adults 2 kids.

Mortgage is $3500@mo, but we're 20 years in on a 30

gas prices are nuts, everything is priced nuts here.

and the rudeness, it's fucking insane, all these folks here that I know aren't even citizens, acting like it's still whatever country you're from. Had this indian guy cut in front of me at the store the other day, me and 4 other people told him to get to the back of the line and he kept refusing until the cashier told him to BTFO.

Took a road trip through oregon in 2017 and it was an eye opener for the entire family. People are polite, everything is priced reasonable, everything is clean, you don't see graffiti, trash and homeless everywhere.

Yah it was the Dutch, African warlords, and US plantation owners that were responsible for it, but not every caucasian american landed at plymoth rock, my family came in 1914 to escape facism in sicily and landed at Ellis Island.

we had nothing to do with that shit, nada, zilch, although we did have a lot to do with hiring illegals which is pretty fucked, but apparently we paid better than most people did, some mexicans that worked for the family eventually had enough money to start their own orchards, or so I'm told.

US is the same, I was lucky, got out right before that wave hit, but my younger friends got indoctrinated, treated me like I was the cause of their problems in life, we're no longer friends.

I graduated HS in 1991, but after that is when it started happening.

80's was great, there was true integration in schools, all of my friends were mexican, asian, black and white. We all hung out playing video games at pizza parlours and 7-11's.