Killing Heathens Gets Less Expensive

December 29th, 2009

Plus Boring Virus Whining

I guess people think I’m dead because of the gap in my blogging. Sorry to disappoint you. The virus has left me in a strange mental state in which I sort of drift around like a cloud. I just don’t feel like doing anything.

I’m not complaining. The soreness went out of my throat yesterday, and I haven’t had chills or aches since Saturday night. I’m caught up in a dreamy state in which I lack motivation. And I don’t feel like exerting myself mentally. This must be how liberals feel every day.

I’m so happy I can swallow and breathe, I don’t care much about anything else. I can almost taste food.

My doctor says about 4% of sore throats are strep throat, and the remainder are mostly viral. I tested negative for strep, so I guess I’m in the majority. I had both flu shots, and I haven’t had a high fever, so it’s probably not the flu.

The medicine I use causes much of my suffering. I loaded up on Afrin night before last, and after I got up in the morning, I had the notorious rebound effect, so until about nine p.m., I felt like I had rudder-box packing stuffed up each nostril. I also had problems with 12-hour Sudafed waking me up at three in the morning.

I decided to try guaifenesin. It’s supposed to loosen things up. Seem to work, but not all that well.

The guy who runs security at my church sent an email to everyone who works with him. An organization that trains security people will be having a two-day seminar in Fort Lauderdale in January. I think it would be great, but the $300 price is a bummer.

I think our church needs to have a few members packing heat at all times. We’re in the ghetto, and we collect cash offerings. Besides, being unarmed is almost never a good idea. Remember Jeanne Assam. Better yet, remember the people who were killed before the gunman ran into his first armed Christian.

Whenever I go into the building, I have to leave my carry piece in my truck, where it can be stolen by crackheads. I’m unarmed, the church has one less potential defender, and the crackheads have a chance to steal a nice pistol. This is not a good situation for anybody, except the crackheads. Plus, it’s a pain.

On the subject of guns, allow me to bring you good news. Federal FMJ 9mm ammunition is back down to $9.95 per box, where it should be. What a relief. You can find it at Outdoormarksman.com. They also have Wolf 7.62mm x 39 for $200/thousand. That’s helpful, if you need to sweep your church’s parking lot with a Vz 58. That will learn the heathens respect.

If I can make myself stand up long enough, I may finish my Saiga 12 conversion today. I would be really embarrassed if a burglar showed up before it was finished and all I had to offer him was a 1911.

I try to be a thoughtful host.

7 Responses to “Killing Heathens Gets Less Expensive”

  1. ErikZ Says:

    I don’t understand why you have to leave your piece in the car.

  2. PN Says:

    and I don’t see how having YOUR pistol would be a good thing for crackheads. They would probably just injure/kill themselves. Well, maybe that is good. Praying that you are well soon!

  3. Aaron's cc: Says:

    45 ACP is still high on OM. Any sense of when prices will come down?

    A good chicken soup with a dash of habanero sauce has always been effective for me. My wife makes her chicken soup with beef marrow bones. Plain chicken soup is too one-dimensional.

  4. Sigivald Says:

    12 hour Sudafed at night is best combined with an antihistamine.

    That way sleep is possible.

  5. Steve H. Says:

    Which is why I also took an antihistamine.

  6. Dave Murray Says:

    The liberals, the progressives are very energetic: “No one must be here when Christ comes again therefore I must wreck the church, wreck the family and along the way deny everyone else the chance to do God’s will!” Treat the made up quote as an outline and see whose agenda fits these goals.

    Get well soon!

  7. Ed Bonderenka Says:

    In Michigan, you just get your pastor’s approval.
    Mine was a little reticent, and next thing he wants to see it!
    Then we did the “Men’s Fellowship Shoot ’em Up”.
    Now if there’s a disturbance at the door, somebody will tap me on the shoulder.