safehunter
Regular
- Location
- South Western Onterrible
Hello fellow Gunnutz,
I'm afraid my last two years have been a bit dramatic and I found myself unable to cope so I withdrew.
My teenage child passed away in 2022 when he broke his fentanyl virginity. IMHO, this was followed by the most unimaginably absurd police response. I think of my son's easily identifiable killer daily and I wonder how many children he's taken and how many families decimated. I wonder who's more of a failure, myself as a father or these "authorities" who are either so incompetent or corrupt I cannot tell which. Justice denied is arguably as devastating as having to perform CPR on my cold boy. I'll never get over the death gurgle of my breath coming back out as his last just as I'll never forgive those "in charge" for treating me like a criminal while protecting legal and illegal drug dealers. I find both of these "peddlers of poison" culpable, as I do the "powers that be" who housed one, licenses the other, and turns a blind eye to both.
I had a hunting accident a little over a year ago. A careless hunter that I no longer share a blind with took part of my hearing, or gave me an alarm in my head that plays 24/7/365. Not helpful, especially as someone delighted by soft sounds like bird song, or falling rain, or the crack of a twig.
I may have fallen a bit into the bottle, which while understandable was not exactly performance enhancing. It did give me a better appreciation for mental heath and addiction issues.
Late this fall, I lost a great friend to black ice. He helped me so much after my boys death and now unable to repay him I found I had no choice but to pull my head out of the sand to at least try to help his family and friends.
It's been a $h1tshow of a ride to say the least.
Just recently I heard about the latest round of bans so I pulled down the spec sheet and laughed so hard I cried. The absurdity of banning the SVT40 and the AG42, actually Nazi killing antiques, from the most law abiding segment of society on the eve of fascist invasion was too much for me. The most hilarious thing was the self-registration "gun buyback". lol. How can you not laugh. It beats crying. Sometimes it's fun to do both. Incompetent or corrupt I cannot tell which. I hope you see the parallel. I look forward to reading your opinions and analysis. I imagine it'll include how the bans will make us safer from tow truck drivers/mobile casinos /401 gangsters and how our chronically gutted armed forces are going to protect us from our foreign allies/enemies.
Adversity breeds resilience, and/or resistance if you prefer, so that brings me back to one of my favorite forums. I haven't made the rounds yet, and I have two years of catch-up, but I'm excited to read your thoughts on our current predicaments. I felt this post was called for to let you know that I'm with all those who have had their fill of this absurdity. I'd also like to thank the admins for not locking or deleting my inactive account. That was helpful.
One last message aimed at the "boys in blue" who lurk this site, I'd ask you respect my privacy as I know my fellow gunnutz will. It's within your rights to do your 4am wellness check / intimidation tactic, but I am not the same cordial man you dealt with before. My first question through the door will be "is my son's killer arrested?" and when you stammer or stand like a deer caught in headlights my second question will be "Do you have a warrant?". Good luck convincing a judical officer that I'm a threat when I sit armed to the teeth (legally as always, like the day of my son's death when "you" last helped yourself to an inspection), knowing who and where my son's killer is, and have done nothing. I am however contemplating a civil suit against the parties mentioned above, which would be doubly embarrasing in an election year, so please ask that they would take that into consideration. I believe upsetting my wife (again) would cement my decision. If you wish to "talk" to me, why don't you get that lovely detective John Somethingorother, the one in charge of my son's case, to give me a call during banker's hours. That would be fine.
Love & resilience to (almost) all,
safehunter aka the shovelman
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"The Shovelman’s Creed"
These are my shovels. There are many like them, but these are mine.
My shovels are my best friends. They are my life.
I master them as I must master my life.
My shovels, without me, are useless. Without my shovels, I am useless.
I must dig my shovel true. I must dig stronger and deeper than my true enemy, winter, who has taken our brother and tries to kill us still.
I will never relent. Winter has no hold over me with the promise of spring.
I will dig...
My shovel and I know that what counts in this world is not the snow we throw,
the effort we expend,
or the sweat under our jacket.
We know that it is the neighbours we dig out that count.
We will dig...
My shovel is my weapon. It is a tool of power, a tool of creation, a tool of destruction.
I must wield it with skill, precision, and honour.
I will dig through snow and ice, dirt and rock, for my shovel and I are one.
We cannot not be stopped.
Before God, I swear this creed.
My shovel and I are the defenders of my tribe.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but spring!
---------------------------------
1) The shovel cane. Once a useless tool for the car, it's become my cane of choice when I'm too tired to stand but must shovel more.
2) The grain scoop. Scrapes small spaces and the champion thrower.
3) The steel scraper. Pushes and scrapes like no other. Ice and asphalt beware. It will lift you both.
4 & 5) The poly duo. About as durable as their soft touch, they do no harm.
I'm afraid my last two years have been a bit dramatic and I found myself unable to cope so I withdrew.
My teenage child passed away in 2022 when he broke his fentanyl virginity. IMHO, this was followed by the most unimaginably absurd police response. I think of my son's easily identifiable killer daily and I wonder how many children he's taken and how many families decimated. I wonder who's more of a failure, myself as a father or these "authorities" who are either so incompetent or corrupt I cannot tell which. Justice denied is arguably as devastating as having to perform CPR on my cold boy. I'll never get over the death gurgle of my breath coming back out as his last just as I'll never forgive those "in charge" for treating me like a criminal while protecting legal and illegal drug dealers. I find both of these "peddlers of poison" culpable, as I do the "powers that be" who housed one, licenses the other, and turns a blind eye to both.
I had a hunting accident a little over a year ago. A careless hunter that I no longer share a blind with took part of my hearing, or gave me an alarm in my head that plays 24/7/365. Not helpful, especially as someone delighted by soft sounds like bird song, or falling rain, or the crack of a twig.
I may have fallen a bit into the bottle, which while understandable was not exactly performance enhancing. It did give me a better appreciation for mental heath and addiction issues.
Late this fall, I lost a great friend to black ice. He helped me so much after my boys death and now unable to repay him I found I had no choice but to pull my head out of the sand to at least try to help his family and friends.
It's been a $h1tshow of a ride to say the least.
Just recently I heard about the latest round of bans so I pulled down the spec sheet and laughed so hard I cried. The absurdity of banning the SVT40 and the AG42, actually Nazi killing antiques, from the most law abiding segment of society on the eve of fascist invasion was too much for me. The most hilarious thing was the self-registration "gun buyback". lol. How can you not laugh. It beats crying. Sometimes it's fun to do both. Incompetent or corrupt I cannot tell which. I hope you see the parallel. I look forward to reading your opinions and analysis. I imagine it'll include how the bans will make us safer from tow truck drivers/mobile casinos /401 gangsters and how our chronically gutted armed forces are going to protect us from our foreign allies/enemies.
Adversity breeds resilience, and/or resistance if you prefer, so that brings me back to one of my favorite forums. I haven't made the rounds yet, and I have two years of catch-up, but I'm excited to read your thoughts on our current predicaments. I felt this post was called for to let you know that I'm with all those who have had their fill of this absurdity. I'd also like to thank the admins for not locking or deleting my inactive account. That was helpful.
One last message aimed at the "boys in blue" who lurk this site, I'd ask you respect my privacy as I know my fellow gunnutz will. It's within your rights to do your 4am wellness check / intimidation tactic, but I am not the same cordial man you dealt with before. My first question through the door will be "is my son's killer arrested?" and when you stammer or stand like a deer caught in headlights my second question will be "Do you have a warrant?". Good luck convincing a judical officer that I'm a threat when I sit armed to the teeth (legally as always, like the day of my son's death when "you" last helped yourself to an inspection), knowing who and where my son's killer is, and have done nothing. I am however contemplating a civil suit against the parties mentioned above, which would be doubly embarrasing in an election year, so please ask that they would take that into consideration. I believe upsetting my wife (again) would cement my decision. If you wish to "talk" to me, why don't you get that lovely detective John Somethingorother, the one in charge of my son's case, to give me a call during banker's hours. That would be fine.
Love & resilience to (almost) all,
safehunter aka the shovelman
------------------------------------------------------------
"The Shovelman’s Creed"
These are my shovels. There are many like them, but these are mine.
My shovels are my best friends. They are my life.
I master them as I must master my life.
My shovels, without me, are useless. Without my shovels, I am useless.
I must dig my shovel true. I must dig stronger and deeper than my true enemy, winter, who has taken our brother and tries to kill us still.
I will never relent. Winter has no hold over me with the promise of spring.
I will dig...
My shovel and I know that what counts in this world is not the snow we throw,
the effort we expend,
or the sweat under our jacket.
We know that it is the neighbours we dig out that count.
We will dig...
My shovel is my weapon. It is a tool of power, a tool of creation, a tool of destruction.
I must wield it with skill, precision, and honour.
I will dig through snow and ice, dirt and rock, for my shovel and I are one.
We cannot not be stopped.
Before God, I swear this creed.
My shovel and I are the defenders of my tribe.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but spring!
---------------------------------
1) The shovel cane. Once a useless tool for the car, it's become my cane of choice when I'm too tired to stand but must shovel more.
2) The grain scoop. Scrapes small spaces and the champion thrower.
3) The steel scraper. Pushes and scrapes like no other. Ice and asphalt beware. It will lift you both.
4 & 5) The poly duo. About as durable as their soft touch, they do no harm.
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