Thursday, December 2, 2010

Teflon Glue

Putting your best foot forward should not be the only thing you do correctly each day...

There should be some degree of follow-through and consistency every once in a while.

So bad habits are not as easy to start as nervous ticks but I am sure they can be just as entertaining when taken totally out of context...

Is this the case?

So the following, although motley, was kind of impressive.  So a large portion of those present could not remember exactly why they agreed, but that apparently did not stop them.  This kind of blind devotion could only be appreciated by the military and large corporations.  Not quite the cream of the crop but on our non-budget we could not be as picky.

After the initial four rounds of drinks our meeting could begin.

Again I was to motivate their continued allegiance by explaining why we were there.  how was I to convince this many NRA members that setting something loose and not shooting it afterwards was a good and noble idea?  I would have had an easier time convincing an old shipmate that he was in fact dancing with a woman in that bar in TJ.  (She is just really muscular...)

Here goes nothing, again.

"The food chain.  That's right the food chain", where was I going with this?
"We have a bunch of guys in suits sitting behind desks thinking that they can not only limit our second amendments rights, but flaunt a possible meal in our face while charging us admission to take our kids to look at what we are wondering how to bring down and what would the taste be.  I say we teach them a lesson by freeing what we all know to be an unfit dish and bad eating.  This will raise a few eyebrows and a little hell in the process."  I was really glad no one was lucid enough to question the flimsiest of arguments I was somehow buying myself.
Oh well, I went for broke...
"Who here is with me?  Those pansies won't know what hit em'"
Would you believe these guys cheered at this point?
They did and I could not have asked for a scarier group to have convinced.  This was going to be interesting.

The next few weekends Where mainly about planning and trying not to draw too much attention to ourselves as well as keeping Pinky fed.

I did not want to become too formal in our association since this action was being driven by dreams and pension for chaos.  All at once it dawned on me, what we needed was a dry run / completely insane gesture to know if we were all willing to follow through.

About two miles from the house in San Antonio there was a field whose owner had refused to sell to developers and just to further provoke them kept a large group of farrow goats on.  I don't think I ever saw such a great opportunity for havoc.

After a long night of joyousness I thought it would be a good initiation and kind of a funny idea at the time to cause a little pandemonium.  Once the gas station on the corner had closed and all the lights were out we saw our opportunity.  We loaded up two pickups with anyone still able to walk and had our designated drivers drive up to the gates where our plan would soon unfold.  The four of us jumped over the chain link fence with two short lengths of rope each and made a mad dash after the hoofed group.
Hog tying a goat is hard enough without throwing beer and whiskey into the mix but somehow each of us managed to get one a piece without getting too beat up and somehow managed a drunken fireman's carry of the squirming quarry to the gate where one of the trucks had already chained itself to and with a small push on the accelerator the gate was opened and two men and tow goats lurched into both of the waiting pickups.  Sweet victory was on our faces as it seemed that we had pulled this off with no one noticing...

We were ready.  The only question, what do we do with four goats on a Sunday morning?

You will not know how much you can stuff in your face till you have actually found out by biting off more than you can chew.  Was I drinking from the fire hose or grabbing the bull by the horn?  Either way I was ready for a fun ride..

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