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Gun-rights advocates stage protest at Norfolk council meeting

Chet Szymecki, who was arrested in June at Harborfest, was joined Tuesday by his daughter Kiersten, 13, and his wife, Deborah. JOHN H. SHEALLY II | THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT

By HARRY MINIUM, The Virginian-Pilot
© August 29, 2007

NORFOLK

More than 100 gun-rights advocates, most carrying handguns on their hips and wearing buttons saying "Guns Save Lives," came to the City Council on Tuesday night to protest what they called harassment of law-abiding gun owners by city officials.

The protest was called by the Virginia Citizens Defense League, a gun-rights group, after Chet Szymecki of Yorktown was arrested in June at Harborfest for carrying a gun.

Szymecki was arrested for violating a city ordinance banning guns at Harborfest - an ordinance that officials now acknowledge violates state law. City Attorney Bernard A. Pishko said city officials were unaware of a state law prohibiting localities from banning guns.

Video: Highlights of the council meeting. Brian Clark | HamptonRoads.tv

Carrying a weapon openly is legal in Virginia, even at a large gathering such as Harborfest. Once city officials realized their error, the charges against Szymecki were dropped.

"We made a mistake," Councilman Barclay C. Winn said. "It was unintentional."

Most who came to protest didn't appear to believe it was an innocent mistake.

"You know it was illegal," said Dave Vann, who drove from Falls Church to speak. "You arrested someone, and now it's going to cost you dearly."

Szymecki, a Navy veteran, said he was manhandled and hurt and that his wife, Deborah, his three children and two other children who accompanied them were traumatized. He said he has hired Norfolk attorney Stephen Merrill.

An emotional Deborah Szymecki told the council that after several police officers were done handcuffing her husband, she was left without money or the keys to the family car.

Others rose to describe incidents in which they said they were questioned and often handcuffed by police for simply carrying a firearm openly.

"Apparently you have some officers who don't understand the law," said the president of the Virginia Citizens Defense League, Philip Van Cleave of Midlothian.

The meeting drew more rowdy as it continued, with speakers receiving thunderous applause and some expressing disgust for the council. Some used unsavory terms to describe the police.

Councilman Paul R. Riddick left the meeting as gun-rights advocates began speaking, he said, in protest of their protest.

Kim Barton, who would not say where she lives, tried to speak but was told by Mayor Paul Fraim that she couldn't because she had not signed up to speak.

"I want to hear what she has to say," Vann said.

Fraim replied, "I'm running this meeting " and informed Vann his time to speak had expired.

Harry Minium, (757) 446-2371, harry.minium@pilotonline.com

Redneck pick-up lines

1) Did you fart?
cuz you blew me away.

2) Are yer parents retarded?
cuz ya sure are special.

3) My Love fer you is like diarrhea .
I can't hold it in.

4) Do you have a library card?
cuz I'd like to sign you out.

5) Is there a mirror in yer pants?
cuz I can see myself in em.

6) If you was a tree I were a Squirrel, I'd store my nuts in yer hole.

7) You might not be the best lookin girl here, but beauty's only a light switch away.

8) Man - "Fat Penguin!"
Woman - "WHAT?"
Man - "I just wanted to say something that would break the ice."

9) I know I'm not no Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make yer bed-rock.

10) I can't find my puppy, can you help me find him?
I think he went inta this cheap motel room.

11) Yer eyes are as blue as window cleaner.

12) If yer gunna regret this in the mornin, we kin sleep til afternoon.

And.... the best for last!

13) Yer face reminds me of a wrench, every time I think of it my nuts tighten up.

Hillary and the Cowboy

Senator Clinton was on a plane to Texas and finds herself seated next to an older,
weathered man in a western snap shirt, faded jeans and a
cowboy hat. Thinking herself above the old cowboy, she decides to make sport
of him.

"You know," she says, "I've heard these flights go much more quickly if you strike
up a conversation with a fellow passenger. So, let's talk."

The cowboy looks at her wryly and says, "Well I s'pose that'd be all right.
What'd ya like to discuss?"

"Oh, I don't know," says Hillary with a hint of sarcasm, "How about Iraq?"

"Hmm," says the cowboy, sensing the Hillary's attempt to belittle him, "That
could be an interesting topic. But, let me ask you a question first -- horses,
cows, and deer all eat the same stuff--grass. Yet, a deer passes little pellets,
a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse makes muffins of dried poop.

Why do you suppose that is?" Dumbfounded, Senator Clinton's replies, "I
haven't the slightest idea."
"So tell me then," says the cowboy with a smile, "How is it that you
feel qualified to discuss Iraq when you don't know shit?"

The secret of a happy marriage

A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary.

Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town.

People would say, "What a peaceful & loving couple".

The local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.

The Husband replied: "Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man.

"We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip, down to the bottom of the canyon by horse.

We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled and she almost fell off.

My wife looked down at the horse and quietly said, "That's once."

"We proceeded a little further and horse stumbled again.

Once more my wife quietly said, "That's twice."

"We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled for the third time.

My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead.

I SHOUTED at her, "What's wrong with you, Woman!

Why did you shoot the poor animal like that Are you crazy?
She looked at ME, and quietly said, "That's once."

"And from that moment.....we have lived happily ever after."

The end of something???

Ever hear about Dec 21, 2012???

Anyhow read up about this... http://www.aztlan.net/rumblings_center_galaxy.htm

Food for thought... If you think this is going to happen, read up about the hurricane!!
Nutz

Jury of peers?

Hurricane Shameka

Well, it appears our African-American friends have found yet something else to be pissed about.

Cynthia Ann McKinney, a black congresswoman from Atlanta reportedly complained that the names of hurricanes are all Caucasian sounding names. She would prefer some names that reflect African-American culture such as Chamiqua, Tanisha, Woeisha, Shaqueal, and Jamal. She would also like the weather reports to be broadcast in language that street people can understand.

I can hear it now...A weatherman in Houston says...

"Wazzup, Mutha-fukkas! Hehr-i-cane Chamiqua be headin' fo' yo ass like Leroy on a crotch rocket! Bitch be a category fo'! So grab yo' chirren, yo' Ho, leave yo crib, and head fo' de
nearest guv'ment office fo yo FREE shit!"


Remember don't believe everything you read on the internet... but this sure is funny.. watch out now, she might pimp crack ya!

The Happiness Fairy!

Interesting thought!

When you call 911, you summon a man with a gun to use force on your
behalf. The fact that you don't personally own the weapon in question
doesn't make you morally superior. On the contrary, it makes you a
hypocrite of the first order. You absolve yourself from having to use
force by shifting that responsibility to another person, and then you
congratulate yourself on your civilized attitude.
--Marko
munchkinwrangler.blogspot.com 

Bubba Died

This was too funny not to post.. Funny, I can see people saying that same thing about me and my friends!!!


Bubba died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best friends, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together.

Cooter arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Cooter said, "Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over."
The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, "Nope, ain't Bubba."

The mortician thought this was rather strange. So he brought Gomer in to confirm the identity of the body. Gomer looked at the body and said, "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over."

The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, "No, it ain't Bubba."

The mortician asked, "How can you tell?"

Gomer said, "Well, Bubba had two assholes."

"What? He had two assholes?" asked the mortician.

Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say, "There's Bubba with them two assholes."

Virginia Tech: Rage, Reflection and Rejection

How could this have happened? Is that a serious question? In a place where
possession of a gun — and indeed, any effective means of self-defense — is
prohibited; a place packed with young people who have been taught that
surrender and submission is not only the correct, but the morally superior
response to lethal confrontation; a slaughter-chute where the prey were
lulled by a moronic mantra of "this is a gun-free zone; a safe and nurturing
place; there is nothing to fear," 32 are killed at leisure by a lone, armed
psychotic. Through a red film of rage, I ask, I cry, How could it NOT have
happened? Did thinking people not know, from both ancient and modern
history, and from simple common sense, that it had to happen?
First, disarm as many citizens as possible. Restrict their God-given right
to self-defense, and make those who successfully deter predators the
subjects of aggressive prosecution and endless life-destroying lawsuits on
behalf of their would-be murderers. Create "killing boxes," and fill them
with infantilized, mind-massaged victims, and give them rules against
resisting killers. Forbid trained, experienced, armed citizens and even
off-duty peace officers from bearing arms in those zones, and ridicule those
who protest as "paranoids."
Coddle the obviously crazed and dangerous. Brush aside and ignore their
prolonged, repeated, graphic threats of grisly mass murder. Minimize their
malignant malice; indulge it as "diversity" and celebrate its "otherness."
If the most obvious threat is brought before a court, then fumble and fail,
without follow-up, and hold no one accountable for it, because the guilty
are "gentle, compassionate, socially-sensitive souls." Do not blink at the
ticking time bomb's return to the classroom, where his freshly embittered
brain spews out even more and greater warnings of the coming explosion.
Finally, claim this inevitable event, and the actions of its architect
"could never have been foreseen," even if, absurdly, you "knew it had to be
Cho" when you heard of the slaughter. Only a "respected professor" or other
half-wit could utter such words without seeing their irony.
Above all, totally abdicate decision-making power on the issues of arms and
self-defense to those who are completely unqualified to even address the
subjects.
A Better Bloodbath
In America, many of our oldest and most onerous gun laws were crafted by
criminals and passed by their puppet politicians. Frequently their purpose,
as in New York City, was to prohibit arms to rival gangs. In other places,
like Chicago and San Francisco, their aim was to criminalize ethnic
minorities and "subversive elements," including blue-collar workers with
coal on their clothes and grease under their fingernails; those who might
organize and object to dangerous slave labor conditions and perennial
poverty.
Following on that foundation came more restrictive weapons laws propounded
by "progressive thinkers" and "social engineers," many of whom also embraced
the "science" of "eugenics," which called for the euthanasia of "congenital
misfits, morons and degenerates." Jews were, as a race, defined as
degenerates. The "progressive" philosophy also envisioned a more
"manageable, unarmed populace" of those who were not quite bound for the gas
chambers, but well below the sophistication level of "gifted society" —
those "born to lead." They only abandoned euthanasia, by the way, when the
Third Reich co-opted the theme.
Tyrants and gangsters still exert their influence, because corrupt
politicians prefer unarmed peasants; a simple fact. Their motives ethically
disqualify them from such decision-making. Then, increasingly, our laws,
policies and public perceptions have been and are promoted and enforced by
psychological cripples, the emotionally unbalanced, and moral cowards.
Am I being rash and unreasonable?
Please consider this: Those who fear inanimate objects — tools like guns and
knives — and believe them to be intrinsically evil or capable of inspiring
evil, are clearly psychologically crippled. They cannot think rationally
about arms and their lawful use. Those who cannot differentiate between
armed, trained, dedicated guardians of their fellow man, and twisted,
predatory, psychotic killers, based on shared use of firearms, are clearly
emotionally unbalanced. Those who so morbidly fear physical confrontation
they preach submission and surrender, even unto death, in preference to
fighting for life — and seek to enforce that condition upon others — are
moral cowards.
None are possessed of the courage, wisdom and appreciation of the dynamics
of violence and counter-violence requisite to engage in decision-making on
those critical issues — yet they do. They persist, and the killing zones
widen, deepen and darken with the blood of innocents.
Our rights and freedoms were fought for and affirmed by brave and brilliant
men, now derided and ridiculed by academia and the effete as "Irrelevant
Dead White Males." Our rights have been stolen by the unworthy. To them we
must say, "Your way has not, does not, will not work. Sit down and SHUT UP!"
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For the democrat who has everything...

Another project

In case Crackerz did not tell all of you all, I am currently elbow deep in a back deck inlargement as well. Special thanks to all of our friends who have pitched in to help me empty my beer fridge!

We shall see what we shall see!

++++ Day 4

Well we are roofed... well sort of!!

I like the attic space!
No hablas english senior!

Aqui en los estados enidos hablamos solement ENGLISH por favor!

++++ Day 3 plus

Things are well on there way, looks like we are running a couple of days ahead of schedule! Cool...we are excited to see how the ++ is going to turn out!! More to follow!
Nutz

+++day 2

As you can see by the photo the construction guys are making quick work of the project. The paperwork says they will be done by October, however think they will be complete sooner as opposed to later.

By the way, ORF tied a record today of 101 degrees.
Yes the heat index was quite high!

Trip to Wal Mart

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing
the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever.
You are hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old
work clothes on. You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch,
old T-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis
shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize
you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job.

Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20's:

Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush
your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the
mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never
know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout
lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.

In your 30's:

Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes.
You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and
comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot
of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the
register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.

In your 40's:

Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover
the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a
hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so
you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself
in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young
thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird
thinking she is spicy.

In your 50's:

Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands
onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your
new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear
that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the
register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have
it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from your buddy's bait
shop and it says, "I Got Worms ".

In your 60's:

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose off the dog
crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your
50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in
your pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't
have your glasses on so you are not sure.

In your 70's:

Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your
prescriptions ready too. Don't even notice the dog crap on your shoes.
The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of
her grandfather.

In your 80's:

Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you
remember that you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wander
around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud
and you think someone called out your name. The old lady that greeted
you at the front door went to school with you.

Remodel Day 1

Ok, we have begun our long talked about remodel project! Ok, Crackerz is telling me it is an addition.. as you can see from the picture, it is currently a subtraction! Obviously something is missing? Some new items have also been added to our front yard! The porta-crapper would have been a perfect addition for the most recent Whitetrash/Hogfest! Will have to take a picture tomorrow of the large dumpster behind the crapper..

Anyhow when all is said and done Crackerz and I will be a lot lighter in the wallet! Donations will be welcome and encouraged.. just kidding.

Glad I have an office job, check out the heat index at 8PM! I love the Tidewater in the summer time!! yikes

Figure out the heat index in your area by clicking on this!

Been a while..

Once again it has been a while since the last posting..
Busy.. not an excuse.. however I think you all need to listen to some cool music from our friend scotty! If you like his tunes, send him some $$$ and get a couple of CDs. He might even blast you the tunes electronically...

Click me to listen to some good tunes!

Retired People....

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day I went downtown and went into a shop. I was only in there for about 5 minutes and when I came out there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. I went up to him and said, "Come on, man, how about giving a retired person a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a "Nazi.” He glared at me and started writing another ticket for worn tires. So I called him a "doughnut eating Gestapo." He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Personally, I didn't care. I came downtown on the bus. The car he was ticketing displayed a bumper sticker that read, "Hillary in '08."

YOU WORRY ME

This pilot hit the nail on the head in his open letter. He needs to be awarded a Medal for having the TESTICULAR FORTUITUDE to say all this in a very profound way!

The paper stated today that some Muslim doctor is saying we are profiling him because he has been checked three times while getting on an airplane. The following is a letter from a pilot. This well spoken man, who is a pilot with American Airlines, says what is in his heart, beautifully... Read, absorb, and pass this on.

"YOU WORRY ME!"

By American Airlines Pilot - Captain John Maniscalco

I've been trying to say this since 9-11, but you worry me. I wish you didn't. I wish when I walked down the streets of this country that I love, that your color and culture still blended with the beautiful human landscape we enjoy in this country. But you don't blend in anymore. I notice you, and it worries me.

I notice you because I can't help it anymore. People from your homelands, professing to be Muslims, have been attacking and killing my fellow citizens and our friends for more than 20 years now. I don't fully understand their grievances and hate, but I know that nothing can justify the inhumanity of their attacks.

On September 11, nineteen ARAB-MUSLIMS hijacked four jetliners in my country. They cut the throats of women in front of children and brutally stabbed to death others. They took control of those planes and crashed them into buildings killing thousands of proud fathers, loving sons, wise grandparents, elegant daughters, best friends, favorite coaches, fearless public servants, and children's mothers.

The Palestinians Celebrated, The Iraqis were overjoyed as was most of the Arab world. So, I notice you now. I don't want to be worried. I don't want to be consumed by the same rage and hate and prejudice that has destroyed the soul of these terrorists. But I need your help.

As a rational American, trying to protect my country and family in an irrational and unsafe world, I must know how to tell the difference between you, and the Arab/Muslim terrorist. How do I differentiate between the true Arab/Muslim-Americans and the Arab/Muslim terrorists in our communities who are attending our schools, enjoying our parks, and living in OUR communities under the protection of OUR constitution, while they plot the next attack that will slaughter these same good neighbors and children?

The events of September 11th changed the answer. It is not my responsibility to determine which of you embraces our great country, with ALL of its religions, with ALL of its different citizens, with all of its faults. It is time for every Arab/Muslim in this country to determine it for me

I want to know, I demand to know, and I have a right to know, whether or not you love America. Do you pledge allegiance to its flag? Do you proudly display it in front of your house, or on your car? Do you pray in your many daily prayers that Allah will bless this nation, that He will protect and prosper it? Or do you pray that Allah with destroy it in one of your Jihads? Are you thankful for the freedom that only this nation affords? A freedom that was paid for by the blood of hundreds of thousands of patriots who gave their lives for this country? Are you willing to preserve this freedom by also paying the ultimate sacrifice? Do you love America? If this is your commitment, then I need YOU to start letting ME know about it. Your Muslim leaders in this nation should be flooding the media at this time with hard facts on your faith, and what hard actions you are taking as a community and as a religion to protect the United States of America. Please, no more benign overtures of regret for the death of the innocent because I worry about who you regard as innocent. No more benign overtures of condemnation for the unprovoked attacks because I worry about what is unprovoked to you. I am not interested in any more sympathy. I am only interested in action.

What will you do for America - our great country - at this time of crisis, at this time of war? I want to see Arab-Muslims waving the AMERICAN flag in the streets I want to hear you chanting "Allah Bless America " I want to see young Arab/Muslim men enlisting in the military. I want to see a commitment of money, time, and emotion to the victims of this butchering and to this nation as a whole.

The FBI has a list of over 400 people they want to talk to regarding the WTC attack. Many of these people live and socialize right now in Muslim communities. You know them. You know where they are. Hand them over to us, now! But I have seen little even approaching this sort of action. Instead I have seen an already closed and secretive community close even tighter. You have disappeared from the streets. You have posted armed security guards at your facilities. You have threatened lawsuits. You have screamed for
protection from reprisals.

The very few Arab/Muslim representatives that HAVE appeared in the media were defensive and equivocating. They seemed more concerned with making sure that the United States proves who was responsible before taking action. They seemed more concerned with protecting their fellow Muslims from violence directed towards them in the United States and abroad than they did with supporting our country and denouncing "leaders" like Khadafi, Hussein, Farrakhan, and Arafat.

If the true teachings of Islam proclaim tolerance and peace and love for all people, then I want chapter and verse from the Koran and statements from popular Muslim leaders to back it up. What good is it if the teachings in the Koran are good, and pure, and true, when your "leaders" are teaching fanatical interpretations, terrorism, and intolerance?

It matters little how good Islam SHOULD BE if huge numbers of the world's Muslims interpret the teachings of Mohammed incorrectly and adhere to a degenerative form of the religion. A form that has been demonstrated to us over and over again. A form whose structure is built upon a foundation of violence, death, and suicide. A form whose members are recruited from the prisons around the world. A form whose members (some as young as five years old) are seen day after day, week in and week out, year after a year, marching in the streets around the world, burning effigies of our presidents, burning the American flag, shooting weapons into the air. A form whose members convert from a peaceful religion, only to take up arms against the great United States of America, the country of their birth. A form whose rules are so
twisted, that their traveling mem bers refuse to show their faces at airport security checkpoints, in the name of Islam.

We will NEVER allow the attacks of September 11, or any others for that matter, to take away that which is so precious to us: Our rights under the greatest constitution in the world. I want to know where every Arab Muslim in this country stands and I think it is my right and the right of every true citizen of this country to demand it. A right paid for by the blood of thousands of my brothers and sisters who died protecting the very constitution that is protecting you and your family. I am pleading with you to let me know.

I want you here as my brother, my neighbor, my friend, as a fellow American. But there can be no gray areas or ambivalence regarding your allegiance and it is up to YOU, to show ME, where YOU stand. Until then. "YOU WORRY ME!"

Show them to me...for your country!