It has been an extremely busy month for me, doing things I won’t talk about. Nothing really interesting just personal stuff I don’t care to share with the entire world, but it has all been good news I assure you. Speaking of which, I plan on doing some more updates tonights, mainly photography on Expect Return Fire (that coppermine thing I threw together) that will detail some of my latest travels. But what is a update without some pr0n so here is Claire Dames from Asses in Public. Its a new site that is under the Brazzers network, so it has some legit pr0n.

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One man with the RIGHT to defend himself could have ended this tragedy.

http://joemerchant24.blogspot.com/2007/12/firsthand-account-of-von-maur-shooting.html

Instead, all he could legally do was run.

The shooting

I took a later lunch that day because I had a noon phone meeting with a company out of New York, apparently we’re not on the same lunch schedule. I also planned to take a one-hour lunch that day, instead of a 30-minute lunch, so I could go to Van Maur and pick up some gifts for my wife. We were both there on the evening of Dec 03 with my 1-year-old daughter, and my wife tried on some coats and showed me some bath robes she liked, so I knew exactly what I was going for that day.

I asked a co-worker (named K for this story) for directions to Van Maur from my place of business. as she knew a faster route that would get me there quicker.

I left work around 1:15 to 1:20 and arrived at the front doors of Van Maur at 1:35 (shooting -7), I remember specifically looking at my watch as walked in. I came in the south entrance to Van Maur, right by the elevators.

I proceeded to 2nd floor using the escalator around 1:36 (shooting -6 minutes). I soon picked up a coat that my wife liked. I spent a couple minutes there because I was still not completely sure about picking the white coat or black coat. I checked my watch and realized time was running out, so I picked the white one. This was about 1:39 (shooting -3).

Then I again took the escalator to the third floor.I went over to the bath robes near the bra section, which is by customer service. I was standing close to the north wall, by the east corner. I walked around the robes a bit to see if there were any last minute changes about what I wanted to get, then I proceeded to the rack of robes that my wife had expressed interest in.

At this point I don’t have a time line, but the events unfolded follows:
I heard gunshots, about 8. I knew exactly what they were, but my brain didn’t want me to believe it.

I looked towards the escalators because it sounded like they came from there. I could not place the direction the shots came from because I was surrounded by 4 walls and standing nearly in a corner.

I stood there for maybe 8 seconds (time enough to change a magazine), then I heard several more shots. Somehow, then I focused in on the shooter. He was towards the south wall, in the east corner, maybe 30 degrees to my left. He was about 30 yards away. He was shooting towards the west and I had a nice side view of him.

He was wearing what looked like a solid green sleeveless vest, and was shooting a semi-automatic rifle. I could see sleeves of a shirt that did not match the vest. The vest did not look military or camouflage, but to me looked green.

To me, at the time, I thought the rifle might be an AR15. One thing I noticed, it appeared that the empty shells were ejecting out of the left side of the gun instead of the right, which doesn’t make sense and could of been an illusion. All I could see were mostly the black parts of the gun. The stock of the gun was the black frame style, instead of a wood stock.

The shooter had brown or black hair, and I remember it being cut quite Short, but not buzzed. He had the gun up to his cheek and was shooting in rapid succession doing quick maneuvers with the gun. At first, It went through my mind that this guy was some sort of military and this was a terrorist attack. I could see the shells ejecting from the gun.

The way he was walking and shooting, calmly, no yelling, made me think that there was more than one shooter and they were performing a “clean sweep”. He was aiming down the barrel of the gun, and shooting rapidly.

At this point, I stared for nearly 5 seconds, until I turned and ducked down and started running. I want to make note of this point in time, as I will come back to it.

I was running towards the north wall and somehow making my way farther towards the east wall at the same time, putting myself in the corner even more. There were maybe five people who started walking fast looking in the direction of the shooter. I am not sure if they could see him or just heard the commotion. When they saw that I was running like heck, others started running, too.

People were running into the dressing rooms. I got near the door and decided that is not where I wanted to be. I ran west a few yards uncertain of what to do or where to go. I was trapped. But then I focused in on an emergency exit and ran out of it. The alarm sounded. It was loud, but I think it was only an alarm attached to the door, not sure if it set the whole store alarms off, but they were loud shreiking alarms, not continuous, but a pulse type alarm.

I ended up in some gray hallway with a set of stairs and very little room to move side to side. I ran down one set of stairs to 2nd floor.

There was a door there and I almost went through it. But I heard more gunshots that sounded like they were on the other side of the door. I believe I turned and I jumped over the stair railing to the next landing, skipping the stairs completely. I do not remember the impact, and I do not remember if I jumped down a whole floor, or ran down the first half of the stairs and jumped down the rest. I am not certain of this point due to the fear I felt at this point after hearing more gunshots I thought was on 2nd floor, confirming in my mind there were multiple shooters.

I ran down a small hallway and found a door to the outside, but it would not open. It was a double door with a push bar. At this point, I had to make a decision. Do I wait here or get out?

I didn’t know what or who was on the other side of the door, and but I decided to go for it because I was trapped at the end of a hallway with no where to go. I pushed the door hard and it still would not give, so I kicked the push bar and the door flung open.

I was now outside, on Van Maur’s loading dock on the east side, I looked to my right and there was a long trash can close to the wall. I jumped over a rail, off the dock between the garbage can and the wall. I ran along this until I came to the end of both the garbage can and wall. I then realized that I was still carrying the coat I was going to by my wife. For some reason, I decided to drop it, and probably ruined it.

Then I ran out into the parking lot, which is between the mall and the parking garage. I didn’t know what to do next. I tried to call 911 on my phone with no luck. I yelled to some guy to call 911. Then I asked him if he had a gun I could use. I was freaking out, and in reality probably would not have gone back in. However, I was worried about someone picking off people in the lot, or coming out charging with guns firing. I had no idea how many shooters were in there.

I borrowed a lady’s cell phone, and she was worried I was going to run off with it. But 911 was busy, so I knew people were probably called. It took FOREVER for the cops to get there, I estimated the time as10 minutes but the news says 6.

During this time I did not know what to do. I almost just went for my car and left, but I realized that couldn’t be right. It was like someone pulled a fire alarm at the store, so I thought about just leaving and let everyone else figure it out. I decided that was the wrong thing to do..

I walked around to the north side and saw all the cops loading up. I yelled to them, “I saw what is going on. The guy has an M-16 type gun. If you need information, I can give it or else I am outta here.” A police lieutenant pulled me aside and I ended up in a cop car.

Minutes later another witness joined me. She said she was right beside me on the 3rd floor before the shooting. We were both very shaken up. My lungs were burning because I nearly did a full sprint down 3 floors. The cold air hit my lungs hard.
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I was emailed this story not too long ago and I thought I would share it. Both stories are 100% true, and definitely gives us all something to think about in this “new age” that has no God and no morals.

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago.. Capone
wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy
city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed “Easy Eddie.” He was Capone’s
lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at
legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only
was the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he
and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire
Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he
loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a
good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even
tried to teach him right from wrong.. Eddie wanted his son to be a better
man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things
he couldn’t give his son; he couldn’t pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie
wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth
about Al; “Scarface” Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son
some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against
The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great..

So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of
gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street

But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he
had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from
his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped
from a magazine.

The poem read:

“The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the
power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour.. Now is
the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.”;

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was
Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare.

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier
Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he
was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had
forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get
back to his ship.

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.
Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that
turned his blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way
toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet
was all but defenceless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back
in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching
danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the
fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into
the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he
charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove
in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as
possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes,
trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as
possible and rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in
another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped
back to the carrier.

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event
surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane
told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his
fleet.

He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action
Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to
win the Congressional Medal of Honour.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of
29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and
today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this
great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International,
give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his
Medal of Honour. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O’Hare was “Easy Eddie’s” son.

From the country that has gun control laws so strict it doesn’t even allow its citizens to own a air gun, citizens are now in fear or their lives.

A few days ago, an unidentified civilian (fromer military) ran over two ROK marines with an SUV somewhere around Ganghwado. It sounds like one guard died in hospital and the other one is in rough shape. The driver stole:
-1 K-2 (M-16 equivalent) rifle
-75 5.56MM rounds
-6, K-201 40 MM rounds
-1 Hand grenade

The SUV that hit the marines was later found burning in the vicinity of Hwasong. Authorities seem to think this guy could be around Songtan.

After he ran over and killed one Marine, he got out of the vehicle and pretended it was an accident, then he stabbed the other marine several times before he took the weapons and ammo. People are saying he did it so he can attack one of the presidential candidates. We’re in the middle of an election right now. Presidential candidates are staying out of public events for now.

www.koreatimes.co.kr/www/news/nation/2007/12/113_15133.html

english.yonhapnews.co.kr/national/2007/12/07/63/0301000000AEN20071207005100315F.HTML

www.koreatimes.co.kr/www/news/nation/2007/12/117_15220.html

What I find most humuorous is that whenever I am in a debate with someone from Korea about the U.S. Constitution, the first thing they point out is that by allowing are law abiding citizens to own guns it creates crime. Well now I have a big tub of popcorn and a coke and can’t wait to see this maniac go on a shooting spree. Gun control doesn’t work, never has and it never will. I have said it time and time again, gun control isn’t about guns, its about government control. Enjoy your massacre you dumb fucks.

Despite the vehement protests from many of Switzerland’s cantons (states), the lower chamber of the nation’s Federal Assembly voted to strip its citizens of gun rights, not by registering or confiscating firearms, but by outlawing the storing of ammunition in the homes of the citizens.

According to The Liberty Zone, the move was led by Switzerland’s small but vocal–and powerful–Socialist minority. And apparently it was a leading women’s magazine who aided the Socialists in the cause.

Having failed at attempts to take the guns themselves from homes and store them in government facilities, the new law takes aim at ammo rather than the guns. The Swiss are still allowed to possess firearms; they simply will not be allowed to possess the ammunition to use them.

This is the backdoor method of disarming citizens, and it is very effective.

The ban also applies to the male citizens who make up Switzerland’s time-honored citizens’ militia. Even they will be required to keep their ammo at approved government facilities.

The fact that a Leftist minority group was able to convince a majority of representatives in the Swiss Federal Assembly to approve the measure is considered a major victory for Socialism and the push to strip individual citizens of the right to keep and bear arms.

In a stunning example of what Leftists can do when citizens are not paying attention, the Socialist ban on ammunition in the homes of the Swiss people should be a stark lesson for U.S. citizens who wish to preserve the right to keep and bear arms. Anti-gun groups do not have to register or confiscate firearms to win the battle.

Rather, the growing modus operandi of the gun control movement is to render a Constitutional right null, void, and useless by implementing legislation aimed at things such as ammunition rather than the actual guns themselves.

Within the U.S. the anti-gun movement does not even have to introduce legislation. A mere executive order by an Administration in the 1990s has been all it takes for a massive assault to ensue on gun shops, gun manufacturers, and other facets of the gun industry, to begin to gradually rob the citizens of their rights to keep and bear arms. This is presently being accomplished by a rogue arm of the Department of Justice–the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives–which has succeeded in shutting down 80% of the gun stores, and gun and ammo manufacturers, within the U.S.

The prevailing wisdom, similar to what we find in Switzerland, is to attack gun ownership by focusing on various facets of the gun and ammo industry rather than to directly attack the citizens’ guns. This effectively renders useless any supposed right to own, possess, and use a firearm without addressing the firearms themselves at all–a perfect example of disarming the citizens using the backdoor method.

Switzerland has been the last bastion of real gun rights in Europe. Now even the Swiss have fallen to the sly and seductive ways of the Socialist anti-gun movement.