No, we are not talking about flatulence that can peel paint - although that is an important issue too. We are talking about old men that need to retire, or BE retired.
We had this at our rod and gun club for years. Our executive were all geriatric old bastards in Velcro shoes who didn’t shoot or hunt, but used the club to pick fights and annoy the membership. The old Fudds hated us younger pistol and black rifle guys… so one day an old goat phoned up the RCMP and told them we were shooting machine guns at the range. An old geezer hated the Treasurer, who happened to like shooting at the club. So what does he do? He calls up the CFC, asks for a safety audit and expresses concern over the height of our berms. We got shut down for a couple weeks while they did their review and when they finished, we were ordered to build berms taller than the Tower Of Babel. More down time. When the old goat bragged about it during an executive meeting (which were nothing more than infuriating Grumpy Old Man fights)…pretty much everyone knew the old boys (and girls) had to go. Every one of those geriatric sons a bitches got the punt that year and everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they were gone. It was kind of sad…our club was built by them 40 years ago…but times moved on and they could no longer move with them. They belonged in a home playing shuffleboard and having their food fights there.
I’m watching that one old bastard in the beginning of the vid. “Gawd…I hate Tree Mike. Y’know what would get him good? How about a safe injection site with tubby-dubs and homeless bums and druggies in his neighborhood…?” I can see the satanic glint in that old bugger’s eye. Something like that is going on, you can’t put a positive spin of safe injection sites unless you’re a druggie or an asshole. Richmond is going to get screwed by miserable geriatrics the way my gun club did. Every single old bastard on that town council needs to get the punt too.
I say all this as a grey hair myself. I’m watching my dad get contrary and mean as he battles with senior dementia. He was never a bitter angry man in his life…but he is now, sometimes. There comes a time when our hard won wisdom and experience fail us, and it’s time for us to step aside. If we don’t…we can become counterproductive or even hazards.
Ree tyre those old fucks with thanks and an nerf rifle. Those of us that understand, need an place to train for the coming shyte storm. Problem with ranges these days is that the yellow stripes train there too.
ReplyDeleteFor reasons, me and the fellas decided to head into the deep forest to create an range of our own, away from all the bureaucracy and fees.
Chutes Magoo
I live in California, Glen. The WHOLE DAMNED STATE is essentially a "safe consumption site." There's PLENTY of CONSUMPTION. There's ZERO SAFETY! Oh, it's safe for the druggies, but not for anyone else. The same sunzabiches who have made it so easy for the zombies to get high are the same ones who do their level-best to disarm those trying to defend themselves against the druggies! Funny; the number of "mass shooters" PALES in comparison to the number of drug pushers; the ones who "shoot into the crowd" every damned day! Bottom line is, the druggies' votes will go to the sunzabiches, whether they actually vote or not... ...Welcome to the "new normal." Keep 'em stoned, stupid, and entertained...
ReplyDelete...The whole thing is unraveling like a roll of TP at the mercy of a cat...
"Glad to see you blogging again, Glen! Most of my computer time is spent in front of a screen at work, and I couldn't access Blab there... Your header pic... 'Looks like SOMEONE needs a THUNDERBOX!