It’s definitely a problem. It’s up to metalheads to handle it as well. Throw their bitch asses out of shows. Give them shit reviews. Any day is a good day to punch a Nazi.

More often than not, I meet another metalhead, instant brother or sister. Tend to be cool people.

We moved this summer using an old box truck. Had a breakdown in the middle of Ohio, stuck at a gas station, no cans or uber. Totally told a kid that was gothed up and covered in tats, “Are you a metalhead? Metalheads are cool people, my kid and I are broke down and need a ride.” Joey was very cool, gave us a ride to the parts store and a hotel, wouldn’t take my money. He likes that Screamo stuff that I’m not real into, we both agree that Maiden, cool jazz, and OTEP are the tits.

For the few assholes: the Dead Kennedys said it best.

For a large chunk of my career, I worked in aerospace and ‘defense’ machining. Made all kinds parts for all kinds of weapons, it was really cool! Murica! As I got older, I lost my religion, I lost the far right brainwashing I was raised with.

My hands were making weapons that the US government was often selling to other countries. My hands were making weapons to kill various groups of brown people all over the world. It really began to bother me.

I no longer make things to kill people.

Yes, you are culpable for the effects of what you produce in your profession. A thinking person should consider the effects of their work.

I’ve got a bunch of horror stories that take some detail to explain, but I remember a couple moments of shock in particular.

Was actually a Methodist service, Easter Sunday. it was when they cut a baby lamb’s throat and it bled. It was great special effects with a real lamb but children started crying.

Also, the time we all went to see Passion of the Christ, 9:00 or 10:00pm showing. There was a mother smacking the shit out of her toddler for crying when the torture started. I’m a different person now and would put a stop to something like that now.

The woman in that picture has some very minor canines.

The cat has some big ones.

Walking out of a unsuccessful deer hunt, I had an encounter with a mountain lion. Hissed and growled it away. Like totally a peak life experience. It was thinking about eating me and I convinced it otherwise. Did pull my pocket gun in fear.

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I’m currently working outside my old home, preparing it for sell. Taking a break right now.

A little old lady just stopped to grab things I’m sitting by the road for picking. She has a daughter and grandkids that are running from abuse. They’ll be getting a bunk bed and dressers from us. She likes pigs, we have pet pigs. I’m sitting aside some pig figurines that my girl left behind. One is a birdhouse that is full of piss ants, an invasive species. I poisned the fuck out them because they need to die. They’re varmints.

I have a rat problem I’m dealing with due to the cat moving and a bag of feed being left behind. I’m using poison, traps, and a gun to kill the varmints.

I’m not going to take the time to watch whatever videos you’re suggesting. Eating meat isn’t rape. That is a stupid argument you shouldn’t use. It is killing. I’m comfortable with killing.

I’m likely way more in tune with nature, animals, and trying to minimize my impact on the earth than you ever will be. Some of your ideology is poisonous and you are sick from it.

Humans have canines and binocular vision because we are omnivores. Meat and killing can be ethical, it’s just difficult.

Wow, like you’re pretty warped. Here we are with the rape stuff again. Raping children, no less.

You need to do some thinking. That line of argument isn’t effective.

You’re claiming this crazy shit and the above person and myself are actively working minimize the suffering of animals.

Go touch grass and pet a dog.

You might be right. When I was young; didn’t meet vegans until I experienced big cities.

Damn skippy. I’ve learned I’m an atheist with a pagan heart.

I’ve found that I must be hunting something when I go in the woods or on the water. Animal, vegetable, or something else. Don’t care if I actually kill, catch, or find; there just has to be a goal. I love taking other people and helping them get in tune with the world.

This sounds like excellent advice. I don’t even have a small tractor yet. Before steers, I’m going to have to string new fence. Next spring, if I’m lucky and have worked real hard, I’ll be getting a bottle calve or two.

Did find a cinder block shed with a good roof that wasn’t even listed. Has a loading ramp for a pickup. I’m real tempted to just outsource it.

Have a hernia and don’t know if I can do it.

Do have a root cellar that will be perfect for hanging.

I can confidently say that I have never raped an animal.

My housecat engages in a lot of torture, but she’s a damned good mouser. I put a stop to the torture when I catch it. I don’t allow my cats outside because they’re so bad on native wildlife, especially ground nesting birds. Cats are obligate predators. I kill cats if I find them in the woods as they are now varmints.

I’m an omnivore, and am at peace with that. I strive to kill in a manner that I find ethical. I kill critters to eat them, varmints to restore balance. I’ll eat the varmints if I can.

I live in the real world.

I actually respect vegans that are vegan to prevent the suffering of animals.

I get it. Grew up farming. Chicken houses are an industrial horror machine.

We’ve recently bought a play farm and hope to raise or hunt all our meat. Only the slaughter and butchering of steers will be outsourced. Takes some serious equipment to handle an animal that large.

I’m an omnivore by evolution and enjoy meat and hunting. I’m always a little sad when I kill something, however. I figure that sadness means I’m human and is a good thing. When I eat meat from something I killed, it means more. There is a lot of respect involved in it as well something like religion.

If more people had to kill their meat, we would probably live in a very different world and there would be a lot more vegans.

Oh man. I was stoned for like three years straight delivering pizza. Quit using a map after just s couple of months. Had it all memorized.

It was fun for a while.

'97 ranger with an I4, drive a '98 with a V6 these days. Put a system better than I wanted back then in my current Ranger.

Everybody was real fucking high including the manger. Smoking in the walkin, smoke in the office after close. Smoke a cigarette anywhere after close. A pack of Luckies and a pack of Newports in the truck.

Drugs, girls, crazy shit. Pulled a knife once cause I was too young to carry a gun. Got laid a few times cause I was the pizza guy, stereotypes are a thing, and it was convenient. Still have my leather jacket all these years later.

The snack gods have blessed me three times with the holy Flavor Rock. May their light shine upon me again.

Dang, you’re in about as good a place as you can be then.

I hope I’m just an alarmist old fart. If so, my family ends up with a better life anyhow.

For your old man’s sake, have a plan. Have a go-bag, include SS card and birth certificate. Try and keep your vehicle 3/4 full. Chances are, you will have time to run to a safe state on one of the coasts. Pre-plan two routes, one for back roads and the other for highways and interstates, print it out. If you can, keep a minimum of $500 on hand and more like $1-2k.

I strongly recommend a handgun, take it to the range and practice enough to be proficient loading and shooting at 7 yards. A single woman is usually welcomed at ranges. Just don’t talk politics and if anyone asks, you’ve got a bad ex-husband. The more straight you appear, the easier it will be.

Sorry for the unsolicited advice/novel. Stay safe.

Star Trek: 25th Anniversary on DOS and Gameboy. DOS version was superior even though my mother threw away the manual in a move. I had to figure out the system locations by randomly going to all of them.

I have a wife, daughter, and son. My daughter is queer. My son is a teen. There isn’t a future here for them. My daughter, especially, will be in danger.

I’ve had to cut all contact with my family.

We’ve been saving since 2020.

If it was just me, I’d stay.

I pass as a bearded white guy good ol boy. The shit I hear. These people aren’t coming back. Even if nothing happens with the next election, I don’t know how they rejoin reality.

I don’t know what happens to this country. I kind of hope there is a bloodless balkanization.

As best I can figure, the majority on the left are completely unaware of how dangerous things have gotten over the last few years. Unless you’re living in it, most people see it as histrionics.

We live in the deep south in what used to be an island of relative progressiveness. I have acquaintances that joined the three percenters, know former military spouting Q shit. Lost the only man I ever called brother to the insanity. Things have CHANGED in the last few years.

Our friend circle has shrunk and we no longer talk to our neighbors.

We’re moving to the northeast this summer. There’s a very real chance that it won’t be safe for us here much longer.

Like you, we’re armed and also realize that it likely won’t be enough.

History doesn’t repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme. The smart Jews with means got the fuck out of Germany before things popped off. We can’t afford to leave the country but hopefully we’ll land somewhere safer.

Hope nothing happens and all the worry has been for nothing. I really want to be wrong.