Wat’s Carbon Water-N-Stuff Thread - Concepts In Iron And Wood!!!

I don't own a firearm now but am about to purchase one. I've applied for a CCP and am assured by police that i will get it.
Time to make a phone call and tell the police about this place so they can see just how fucked in the head you are.

They'll really like how you fantasize about raping my children.

Please stay away from our children.

You and wat can play grab ass and jerk each other off for as long as you two please, just please, leave the children out of your erotic fantasies.
 
>snip<
Homage To Catalonia https://a.co/d/iYT9p3P

"there was the complete lack of war materials of every description. It needs an effort to realize how badly the militias were armed at this time. Any public school O.T.C. in England is far more like a modern army than we were. The badness of our weapons was so astonishing that it is worth recording in detail.

"For this sector of the front the entire artillery consisted of four trench-mortars with fifteen rounds for each gun. Of course they were far too precious to be fired and the mortars were kept in Alcubierre. There were machine-guns at the rate of approximately one to fifty men; they were oldish guns, but fairly accurate up to three or four hundred yards. Beyond this we had only rifles, and the majority of the rifles were scrap-iron. There were three types of rifle in use. The first was the long Mauser.

"These were seldom less than twenty years old, their sights were about as much use as a broken speedometer, and in most of them the rifling was hopelessly corroded; about one rifle in ten was not bad, however. Then there was the short Mauser, or mousqueton, really a cavalry weapon. These were more popular than the others because they were lighter to carry and less nuisance in a trench, also because they were comparatively new and looked efficient. Actually they were almost useless. They were made out of reassembled parts, no bolt belonged to its rifle, and three-quarters of them could be counted on to jam after five shots. There were also a few Winchester rifles. These were nice to shoot with, but they were wildly inaccurate, and as their cartridges had no clips they could only be fired one shot at a time.

"Ammunition was so scarce that each man entering the line was only issued with fifty rounds, and most of it was exceedingly bad. The Spanish-made cartridges were all refills and would jam even the best rifles. The Mexican cartridges were better and were therefore reserved for the machine-guns. Best of all was the German-made ammunition, but as this came only from prisoners and deserters there was not much of it. I always kept a clip of German or Mexican ammunition in my pocket for use in an emergency. But in practice when the emergency came I seldom fired my rifle; I was too frightened of the beastly thing jamming and too anxious to reserve at any rate one round that would go off.

"We had no tin hats, no bayonets, hardly any revolvers or pistols, and not more than one bomb between five or ten men. The bomb in use at this time was a frightful object known as the 'F.A.I. bomb', it having been produced by the Anarchists in the early days of the war. It was on the principle of a Mills bomb, but the lever was held down not by a pin but a piece of tape. You broke the tape and then got rid of the bomb with the utmost possible speed. It was said of these bombs that they were 'impartial'; they killed the man they were thrown at and the man who threw them. There were several other types, even more primitive but probably a little less dangerous – to the thrower, I mean. It was not till late March that I saw a bomb worth throwing.

"And apart from weapons there was a shortage of all the minor necessities of war. We had no maps or charts, for instance. Spain has never been fully surveyed, and the only detailed maps of this area were the old military ones, which were almost all in the possession of the Fascists. We had no range-finders, no telescopes, no periscopes, no field-glasses except for a few privately-owned pairs, no flares or Very lights, no wire-cutters, no armourers' tools, hardly even any cleaning materials. The Spaniards seemed never to have heard of a pull-through and looked on in surprise when I constructed one. When you wanted your rifle cleaned you took it to the sergeant, who possessed a long brass ramrod which was invariably bent and therefore scratched the rifling. There was not even any gun oil. You greased your rifle with olive oil, when you could get hold of it; at different times I have greased mine with vaseline, with cold cream, and even with bacon-fat. Moreover, there were no lanterns or electric torches – at this time there was not, I believe, such a thing as an electric torch throughout the whole of our sector of the front, and you could not buy one nearer than Barcelona, and only with difficulty even there."

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That bit is amazing. The book is in my queue, but this is very informative. The average recreational deer hunter is vastly better armed and equipped than poor George. He communicates his trauma about his lousy munitions and the reasons for it. It sounds like someone trying to get to town having just cranked up the old model T which has spent the last 70 years rusting away behind a bard and running it on kerosene or strained frying oil.


Of course, neither my analogy nor George's descriptions would make a lick of sense to a Lit Libturd gelding. Making shit up seems to be what they can do. If there ever is a Rainy Decade, the best bit is that they'll all either starve or be murdered for their shoes and winter clothes. We will know that they died in abject terror, but of course, that's how they live now.


If you have a project you'd like help with, I'm more than happy and able so to do. Just let me know.


Best wishes for this Thanksgiving to you and yours.
 
Man salvages a very fiddly early WW2 Gewher 41 which looks much the worse for neglect and reminded me of the rifles that Orwell was talking about. I would have made a tray for it and used EvapoRust to clean it. I've had good luck with this on old tools and some old car parts.


 
First, dork, i don't owe you any explanations for anything. You are a troll of very low intelligence and even less discernment or sophistication.

I don't live in your world of incels, amateur intellos, and pathological liars.

I spent this morning with Francis Ford Coppola's staff, then helped locate an elderly man close to death who had fallen out of contact with his people, then had a conference with my partner in our small jewelry business. Waiting now for word about a protest event against MACE NANCY MACE/RIGHT IN THE FACE. At which i will advocate for this:


You and your crush, PooPoo PeePee,
would be diagnosed with memory problems were it not that the criminal "culture" of this internet sewer has corrupted you into the habits it flaunts: deception, deviousness, duplicity, and disrespect.

All behind screen names that afford you the illusion of security as you pursue your criminal career.

If not for that, this would be your fate:


For your information:

You clearly know nothing about my city. You are ignorant of things everyone else in the contemporary world knows.

My city is a bastion of the radical left. Being a communist here is a conservative position. Marxism-Pelosism dominates.

Not long ago our district attorney was a gentleman who had directed a training school for Communists, which i attended.

If you weren't a wilful imbecile, yiu could learn about it here:

From West to East: California and the Making of the American Mind https://a.co/d/3iaGKSN

I ran for office. My political itinerary is known to everybody. I was staff writer at the main local daily for 10 years and am a leading figure in the trade union movement hereabouts.

That i am a neoconservative in American foreign policy and an extreme anarchist communist in domestic policy is about as startling up in here as Xmas gingerbread

Everyone knows i was a terrorist. A real one. Everyone knows i used CIA and Mossad money to finance terrorists off the books. Everyone knows i worked with Iran to support armed struggle.

Everyone knowa everything about me.

See:

Everyone knows Larry David was after my Big Domme, and that these film characters are based on her:



I have a magical anal vagina. I am known and admired under the nickname Butt Slut.

As a leader of the trans community, in which none of the dire negative outcomes predicted by your lover PooPoo PeePee about me have taken place, my right to concealed carry is celebrated by local police.

My son is a firearms dealer. In a shop, not on a gun show circuit.

I began discussions through my human-rights attorney for the CCP about three months ago. The process is complex.

I obey the law when i have to.

Thanks for reminding me about my friend Wat. I'm inspired to suggest he could work with me on a short book about this topic, in which he and i enjoy adjacent expertise:

From this volume unknown to the chuds here:
Homage To Catalonia https://a.co/d/iYT9p3P

"there was the complete lack of war materials of every description. It needs an effort to realize how badly the militias were armed at this time. Any public school O.T.C. in England is far more like a modern army than we were. The badness of our weapons was so astonishing that it is worth recording in detail.

"For this sector of the front the entire artillery consisted of four trench-mortars with fifteen rounds for each gun. Of course they were far too precious to be fired and the mortars were kept in Alcubierre. There were machine-guns at the rate of approximately one to fifty men; they were oldish guns, but fairly accurate up to three or four hundred yards. Beyond this we had only rifles, and the majority of the rifles were scrap-iron. There were three types of rifle in use. The first was the long Mauser.

"These were seldom less than twenty years old, their sights were about as much use as a broken speedometer, and in most of them the rifling was hopelessly corroded; about one rifle in ten was not bad, however. Then there was the short Mauser, or mousqueton, really a cavalry weapon. These were more popular than the others because they were lighter to carry and less nuisance in a trench, also because they were comparatively new and looked efficient. Actually they were almost useless. They were made out of reassembled parts, no bolt belonged to its rifle, and three-quarters of them could be counted on to jam after five shots. There were also a few Winchester rifles. These were nice to shoot with, but they were wildly inaccurate, and as their cartridges had no clips they could only be fired one shot at a time.

"Ammunition was so scarce that each man entering the line was only issued with fifty rounds, and most of it was exceedingly bad. The Spanish-made cartridges were all refills and would jam even the best rifles. The Mexican cartridges were better and were therefore reserved for the machine-guns. Best of all was the German-made ammunition, but as this came only from prisoners and deserters there was not much of it. I always kept a clip of German or Mexican ammunition in my pocket for use in an emergency. But in practice when the emergency came I seldom fired my rifle; I was too frightened of the beastly thing jamming and too anxious to reserve at any rate one round that would go off.

"We had no tin hats, no bayonets, hardly any revolvers or pistols, and not more than one bomb between five or ten men. The bomb in use at this time was a frightful object known as the 'F.A.I. bomb', it having been produced by the Anarchists in the early days of the war. It was on the principle of a Mills bomb, but the lever was held down not by a pin but a piece of tape. You broke the tape and then got rid of the bomb with the utmost possible speed. It was said of these bombs that they were 'impartial'; they killed the man they were thrown at and the man who threw them. There were several other types, even more primitive but probably a little less dangerous – to the thrower, I mean. It was not till late March that I saw a bomb worth throwing.

"And apart from weapons there was a shortage of all the minor necessities of war. We had no maps or charts, for instance. Spain has never been fully surveyed, and the only detailed maps of this area were the old military ones, which were almost all in the possession of the Fascists. We had no range-finders, no telescopes, no periscopes, no field-glasses except for a few privately-owned pairs, no flares or Very lights, no wire-cutters, no armourers' tools, hardly even any cleaning materials. The Spaniards seemed never to have heard of a pull-through and looked on in surprise when I constructed one. When you wanted your rifle cleaned you took it to the sergeant, who possessed a long brass ramrod which was invariably bent and therefore scratched the rifling. There was not even any gun oil. You greased your rifle with olive oil, when you could get hold of it; at different times I have greased mine with vaseline, with cold cream, and even with bacon-fat. Moreover, there were no lanterns or electric torches – at this time there was not, I believe, such a thing as an electric torch throughout the whole of our sector of the front, and you could not buy one nearer than Barcelona, and only with difficulty even there."

Your collective obsession with painting me as Wat's sex partner shows you are incels. I don't do sex with friends and colleagues.

A short work on the material above will make Mr. Tyler a published author, esp. with his terrific handle.

Welcome to the 21st century. Relax. Have a beer: Chud Lite.

https://youtu.be/BJckCjZ8Tdw?si=aXsnMRchXCGYOz2K

Still, you are as innocen as a newborn kitten. I hate doing this. Eschew PooPoo PeePee. Please.

( O O )
Yes, I agree, doxxing yourself on Lit is not helping your pursuit of a Concealed Carry Pemit in San Francisco.

Thanks for explaining that in greater detail.
 
The train is going to derail.


The only question is, how long until???


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The train is going to derail.


The only question is, how long until???


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How long until? A lot sooner now that MAGAts like you are celebrating the re-emergence of an outright con artist. He will derail the train to an even greater degree than he did last time.

But dance away, MAGAt.
 
Time to make a phone call and tell the police about this place so they can see just how fucked in the head you are.

They'll really like how you fantasize about raping my children.

Please stay away from our children.

You and wat can play grab ass and jerk each other off for as long as you two please, just please, leave the children out of your erotic fantasies.
PooPoo PeePee,

Go for it. Unlike the kops in whatever shithole country you live in, the San Francisco Police conduct professional investigations.

They do not care what stupid bullshit you try to tell them. They speak English, not Slobbovian.

You have no control over my fantasies. I am not interested in sexualizing children. My fantasies do include keeping you in p.c. in jail with bright lights and long lectures by me piped into your cell, so that you go without sleep for weeks.

Your mom says that's what she had to do to try to stop you from sucking on your soiled diapers and eating your own feces with piss cocktails.

She says she'd be more for choice if it included retroactive abortion.

About these "kids" of yours, i.e. any that are alive, wait'll you see the boyz in lingerie. You'll want to do everything to them you did when they were young.

But we won't let you. They'll be free. The nightmare will be over.

This is not a fantasy. It will soon be reality as we destroy the family one kid at a time.

The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State (Penguin Classics) https://a.co/d/4MQgQyi

You hate Wat Tyler because he's proud to be a man. You have nothing to be proud of. Just like all those in that gay group, the Proud Goys.

Your mom also says you constantly demanded attention from adults, just as you do here. That explais everything, chud.

( O O )
 
Yes, I agree, doxxing yourself on Lit is not helping your pursuit of a Concealed Carry Pemit in San Francisco.

Thanks for explaining that in greater detail.
I so trigger you you can't even spell "permit."

ESL!!!!

And composing bogus narratives and indulging your passionate need to imitate PooPoo PeePee in that stupid pursuit is transparently dumb to anybody who, unlike you, reads English.

This latest turd from you is a classic example of

The Stalin School of Falsification https://a.co/d/2G4hBZV

I am a writer. I am utterly unconcerned about whether or not people in power in my state disapprove of my writing about sex.

These issues were settled in Cali years ago.

I am perfectly willing to undergo the process described on Google for a CCW permit. It doesn't copy to another site but unlike your hubby's allegations about me they it's real.

I'm sorry you're too dumb to use Google.

I'm even sadder to realize that you don't get that gazillions of people here live in ways you disapprove of, and are protected by the authorities.

I peppersprayed two people in the face here not long ago. Charges were dropped. That doesn't tell you something?

The poopoo and peepee have clogged what little brain you had.

( O O )
 
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I had a very nice conversation with Chief Scott.
Liar. Your mom says you were always like this.

You got his name off the net. We know each other. Bill Scott doesn't pay attention to crank calls. Especially in this burg. No police chief anywhere does.

Here's an example:


And in any event, stupid, nobody thinks internet guff is criminal unles it is involved with actual lawbreaking.

You incited violence against a minor, claimed knowledge of an imaginary crime against my son, and alleged an illicit relationship with the Russians.

Crimes, not comments.

You're scared almost to death.

( O O )
 
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That bit is amazing. The book is in my queue, but this is very informative. The average recreational deer hunter is vastly better armed and equipped than poor George. He communicates his trauma about his lousy munitions and the reasons for it. It sounds like someone trying to get to town having just cranked up the old model T which has spent the last 70 years rusting away behind a bard and running it on kerosene or strained frying oil.


Of course, neither my analogy nor George's descriptions would make a lick of sense to a Lit Libturd gelding. Making shit up seems to be what they can do. If there ever is a Rainy Decade, the best bit is that they'll all either starve or be murdered for their shoes and winter clothes. We will know that they died in abject terror, but of course, that's how they live now.


If you have a project you'd like help with, I'm more than happy and able so to do. Just let me know.


Best wishes for this Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Thanks!

I think i can place a coauthored and paid article on this topic in a major history journal.

Some further:

https://search.app?link=https://en...._campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl2,sh/x/gs/m2/4

Doesn't mention the Mex connect.

"During the Spanish Civil War (1936–1939), Mexico had provided arms to the Republican faction[6] and refuge to political refugees. Throughout the war, Mexican volunteers joined the Republican side to fight Francisco Franco. In 1939 when Francisco Franco took power in Spain, Mexico severed diplomatic relations between the two nations. After the war, thousands of Spanish refugees sought asylum in Mexico and former Mexican consul in Marseille, France, Gilberto Bosques Saldívar, issued thousands of visas to Spanish refugees and other asylees to seek refuge in Mexico.[7] Though the Republicans had lost the war, this helped improve the relationship between the two countries after the death of Franco. Mexico and Spain re-established diplomatic relations on 28 March 1977.[8]"

https://search.app?link=https://en...._campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl2,sh/x/gs/m2/4

Yes, Lit is a refuge for pathological liars. Typical incels.

( O O )
 
Time to make a phone call and tell the police about this place so they can see just how fucked in the head you are.

They'll really like how you fantasize about raping my children.

Please stay away from our children.

You and wat can play grab ass and jerk each other off for as long as you two please, just please, leave the children out of your erotic fantasies.
PooPoo PeePee

If you rilly harassed the authorities about this rubbish, SF police would have told you to report it where you reside and those to whom you made it woulda demanded a signed report with your name on it.

You didn't. You can't. It's bullshit. Like you, Tourettesky.

You know nothing about the law on these matters.

( O O )
 
How long until? A lot sooner now that MAGAts like you are celebrating the re-emergence of an outright con artist. He will derail the train to an even greater degree than he did last time.

But dance away, MAGAt.
Suggesting the train will derail is not a MAGA view, Chudsky.

( O O )
 
Alec Baldwin is trying to lecture me on reality.
We deplorable garbage people don't get it.


He's an actor. He's a killer too...
 
Alec Baldwin is trying to lecture me on reality.
We deplorable garbage people don't get it.


He's an actor. He's a killer too...
My Big Domme works for Marty Scorsese. The hatred of Baldwin among the rank and file of the industry is incredible.

MBD loves Daniel Day Lewis and liked Maureen O'Hara, dislikes Liam Neeson, and loathes Duvall and Keitel.

She says the Eye-ties like Marty, Bobby DeNiro, and esp. Chazz Palminteri are the best to work with.

I keep my opinions about the Gollywood bigs to myself. I'm established in journalism, historiography, and literature. But in film i'm marginal.

That could change. But Gollywood despises writers.

Wat should get a movie craft union card as a gunsmith.

Considering his absurd politics and the fact that the victim Halyna Hutchins was Ukrainian... i'd consider a Russ conspiracy... but nah. The Russ prefer knuckle-dragging babyraper dogturds like PooPoo PeePee.

( O O )
 
Just got the news that my son is working with a producer on a gun-rights TV series.

Wat, please note.

( O O )



I did. Have. Thank you!!!


The train will derail. It's like saying that the Visigoths will arrive. Either will occur. A real redcap (let's coin that one, shall we?) would neither know or understand.


Wat drinks coffee, burns the josh, meditates, and knows things . . . .
 
PooPoo PeePee

If you rilly harassed the authorities about this rubbish, SF police would have told you to report it where you reside and those to whom you made it woulda demanded a signed report with your name on it.

You didn't. You can't. It's bullshit. Like you, Tourettesky.

You know nothing about the law on these matters.

( O O )
That's where you're wrong, Jabba the Steve. Keeping guns out of the hands of deranged people is police enforcement's job. He appreciated the call and I directed him to your profile where they can read all your threats of violence and threats of raping my children.
 
Liar. Your mom says you were always like this.

You got his name off the net. We know each other. Bill Scott doesn't pay attention to crank calls. Especially in this burg. No police chief anywhere does.

Here's an example:


And in any event, stupid, nobody thinks internet guff is criminal unles it is involved with actual lawbreaking.

You incited violence against a minor, claimed knowledge of an imaginary crime against my son, and alleged an illicit relationship with the Russians.

Crimes, not comments.

You're scared almost to death.

( O O )
Nobody is scared of you, old man, except the children in your neighbourhood.
 
We are all aware, right, that "well regulated" means competent with the arms born, kind of like "infringed" doesn't have anything to do with bedspreads?


Firearms still have triggers, and they are still legal.


So, bear it/them, and be fucking thankful about it.
 
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