Army, Marine chiefs: Require women to register for draft

Women should be required to register for the draft if all combat jobs are going to be open to them, the top generals of the Marines and Army said Tuesday.

“Every American who’s physically qualified should register for the draft,” Gen. Robert Neller, commandant of the Marine Corps, told the Senate Armed Services Committee.

Army Chief of Staff Gen. Mark Milley agreed with Neller.

“I think that all eligible and qualified men and women should register for the draft,” he said.
The two made the remarks while testifying before the panel with Navy Secretary Ray Mabus and Under Secretary of the Army Patrick Murphy on how to implement the landmark decision to open all combat jobs to women.

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You know, because equal rights and shit...

 

New Adventures

There are new things going on all over the place in response to the FaceBook Fuckery Liberals censoring and shutting down legit gun business pages and what have you.  Myself, along with several other admins that are on a FB gun page together, have started another blog. They are new to the blogging world, so please be gentle. We are in our infancy stages at the moment as the fellas learn the blogging antics that so many of you already know. Since I'm fairly experienced in design, I'll be adding new content on the blog that you'll recognize from my stylings here.

This new blog can be found at www.blackriflebuilders.blogspot.com

Come see. Tell your friends about us. I will also link the new blog in my blogroll. If you are on my blogroll here, I'd appreciate a little linkage from you too on our new adventure. Don't worry, I'll still be the HMFIC here and posting as usual. 

So, as our postured response to the FaceBook Liberal Fuckery, if you own a gun business or have anything gun related as a means of making your living, we will advertise there for you FOR FREE. Fuck em' and feed em' fish heads. Cut into that ad stream money. Yeah, it may not even make a difference, but at least you can prevent those fuckers from spending your would be advertising money on their Freedom and Liberty haters by shoving more anti-american bullshit down our throats. Also, you'll be taking a stand with us in our response.

You get one ad with linkage on our side bars. When we get new requests for advertising spots, we will do a post on your business as a business highlight of the day until we run out of businesses to advertise for. Just don't forget about your boys when we order something from you.  ;)

We have big plans for 2016. 

Things are in the works that are very exciting.

Thank you for your support!

Hitler and Gun Control

One of the issues that liberals and gun control advocates are most loath to discuss is how heavily and effectively totalitarians and mass murderers have relied upon gun registration and other firearms controls to round up “enemies of the state.” Hitler, Stalin, Castro, and Mussolini all seized upon gun laws to punish, incarcerate, and even exterminate their opponents, while permitting their own evil cliques to expand and strengthen the state and party monopolies on gun ownership.

Stephen P. Halbrook, an attorney and Research Fellow with the Independent Institute in California, has written a remarkably well-documented analysis of how Adolf Hitler and his Nazi henchmen in the government made private, “unauthorized” gun ownership a capital crime, while using registration records to effectively turn ordinary Germans into instant criminals.

Halbrook’s book took 15 years to research and write, and he relied on German archivists and translators to assist him in plowing through original records and files from 1920s, ’30s, and ’40s Germany. The result is Gun Control in the Third Reich, a fascinating, readable, informative and important book.

Conservatives, libertarians, and pro-Second Amendment advocates who believe or presumed that Hitler initiated all of the gun controls of the era will be disabused of that misinformation by Halbrook. We learn from him that extensive gun registration and controls were actually implemented by liberal Weimar Republic leaders in the late 1920s. In those days, Berlin and other German cities were repeatedly rocked by violent street battles between Communist and Nazi thugs, with police often bearing the brunt of the confrontations. For example, during Communist-led confrontations in Berlin, one Erich Mielke murdered two police captains, earning his Communist “street cred,” while cavalierly creating orphans. Mielke escaped prosecution by making his way to the Soviet Union, where he remained until the Nazi defeat in 1945. Mielke thereupon joined the East German Secret Police (STASI), where a frightening bureaucracy relied on hundreds of thousands of informers, while internal “professionals” were refining new ways to physically and psychologically torture countrymen whose loyalty to the state was under review.

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10 habits of extremely boring people

We fear boredom — that we might be bored or, even worse, bore others.

One example: For a 2014 University of Virginia psychology study, participants gave themselves electrical shocks to avoid sitting alone with their thoughts for 15 minutes. In a similarly themed Quora thread, users discussed what makes people boring. Here are the highlights, so that you can identify the bores in your life and avoid becoming a bore yourself.

See if you are a boring waste of life here 


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Before my breathtaking love affair began with the SHLBGS, I was with a young lady who ended up being boring as hell in every direction once I moved her out to California with me. Her idea of fun was staying home on Saturday night and doing crossword puzzles as we watched Golden Girls marathons. She'd sneak a Lifetime Movie in on me from time to time too. Jesus, I thought about ending my life a few times as I sat through those, with her smiling in approval at me the entire time like I enjoyed the shit... I'd have rather shaved my nether region with a rusty dull straight razor and sat in a pool of isopropyl than have to go back and do that all over again... 

We lived together for a year in California before the inevitable happened. She thought it'd be a good idea to just go ahead and take off back to Texas from California and leave all of her shit for me to haul back to Texas for her, along with my stuff once I EAS'd from the Corps. She didn't say "hey, would you mind hauling all of the shit that won't fit in my car 1700 miles back to Texas for me and I'll chip in on the rental truck and gas for the rental truck?" She just kind of expected it I guess because I'm a nice guy and I don't tune women up physically or verbally because my mama raised me better than that. She also didn't say she was leaving to go back to Texas. So, I get home one afternoon from Camp Pendleton and find the note that said "Sorry about this, you just don't respect me anymore, take anything I have to say serious, or consider me valuable to yourself. You're this big bad insensitive asshole Marine with all these asshole Marine friends that you'd rather hang out with instead of me on the weekends. I can't take it anymore, I feel so alone. I'm going back home today..." 

Oh no! Woe unto me, let me tell you... It was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Yes, I hauled her shit home. Hold on, I'm getting there... And the chick even had the gall to ask for the $400 deposit on the apartment, even after all that! She was broke, I was not. 

So I hadn't even been home in Texas but for a few hours, and Mama's phone rang. Guess who? Yep, you already know. "Look, I know you just drove through 22 hours straight and you're probably really tired right now, but do you think you could get around to bringing me my stuff today?"

Now think about this for a minute... I drove 22 hours straight because I wanted to get home and be done with the West Coast and the Corps for a while. I had been thinking about how I was going to give this ungrateful depressing Pisces woman her shit back the entire time. 

I just kind of played her off and made her wait until I could get enough rest to get my head back on straight. I went to her mom's house where she was living since she took off without notice on me. I backed the Hertz truck up in the driveway. She came out and was trying to be all nice and shit and chatting me up like I just didn't haul all this shit home for her for free.

The door rolled up and the first thing out of the back of the truck was a huge piece of glass that went on the coffee table that soon followed it to the pavement. Next, the bed and mattress came out in excellent winter olympic ski jumping form, long and arched toward the broken glass and table pieces. Next up were the boxes of clothes that made excellent shot-puts. There were dishes, lamps, and more lovely breakable shit as well. I was able to make a mini Mount Suribachi out of all of it and if I'd have had a guidon to stab right in the middle of it with a victory flag attached, you had better fucking believe I would have. 

I gave her the deposit because I didn't need it. I was smart enough to save money and hide it from her just in case she pulled some shit like what you just read. Follow your intuition and listen to what your instincts are telling you. Always have yourself some "Me money" stashed away in case you need to make some moves and let people think that they've got you pinned down and it's hurting you. When you pop up shining like a diamond in a goats ass, they won't know what hit them...

 

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Within 3 days of all of this shit happening, I had my own place set up and was rocking and rolling into the free world of bachelorhood once again. Guess who sees me at the bar and comes over to apologize, wants to make up, get back with me and move in together again and this and that and blah blah blah blah freaking blah? Yep... So would you like to know what I did? I took full advantage of her naivety and took her home with me for the night to my new place and let her think she was right back in the saddle with your boy here. You know what I'm saying dudes... Let's just say she was in for a rude awakening over the next week when I didn't answer her stalkerish phone calls and demands that I call her immediately. Oh the taste of victory is so sweet isn't it? It even got to the point of where dudes I grew up with were mad dogging me and trying to hem me up on dogging her out like I did. Who are you bro, Captain Save-a-ho? Get out of my face with that bullshit. Since you love her so much, why don't you let her jump on your train to whereverthefucksville and deal with that depressing and mooching shit...

It did take a while for some of them to come back around years later and say they were wrong for trying to get in between me handling business my way with her.  I have never had issue with completely cutting people off and that's exactly what I did out of principle. If I cut you off, it's more than likely that you handed me the scissors. 

It wasn't but a short time after that when the SHLBGS put that love cunja on me and I've been under her spell ever since... We've known each other our entire lives, since we were kids. It all worked out for a reason. It always does. 

This concludes story time for the day. I have so many crazy stories that I could tell about my young life if you fine readers showed your interest. I wouldn't mind providing you with a laugh or two. Just let me know... Have a great day heads!

Up by the front desk

 

If

From Brother Square Toes - Rewards and Fairies

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

                           Rudyard Kipling