My Paradise
- HydNawab
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My Paradise
This is my paradise guys.
I beg of you our beloved MPs and our most efficient bureaucrats, please lift the ban on the import of firearms. This is just to say that I have not lost hope yet.
All we deprived souls can do is take a deep audible sigh.
Cheers
Ashar
I beg of you our beloved MPs and our most efficient bureaucrats, please lift the ban on the import of firearms. This is just to say that I have not lost hope yet.
All we deprived souls can do is take a deep audible sigh.
Cheers
Ashar
'It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger squeeze'.
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
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Re: My Paradise
dig that Thompson M1 and the MP5 minus muzzle piece in the left wall...
He who can not think, is a fool; he who will not, a bigot; he who dare not - a slave!
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Re: My Paradise
Arrgh!!! Damn the import ban.
Deeeeeeep Sigh!!!!
Deeeeeeep Sigh!!!!
Jeff Cooper advocated four basic rules of gun safety:
1) All guns are always loaded. Even if they are not, treat them as if they are.
2) Never let the muzzle cover anything you are not willing to destroy.
3) Keep your finger off the trigger till your sights are on the target.
4) Identify your target, and what is behind it.
1) All guns are always loaded. Even if they are not, treat them as if they are.
2) Never let the muzzle cover anything you are not willing to destroy.
3) Keep your finger off the trigger till your sights are on the target.
4) Identify your target, and what is behind it.
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Re: My Paradise
I think the government should go wild for a bit and lift the ban on all types of weapons, semis and autos as well. Just imagine, AKs, AR 15s, H&Ks coming into India. Then lets see which terrorists have to balls to step foot in India.cottage cheese wrote:dig that Thompson M1 and the MP5 minus muzzle piece in the left wall...
'It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger squeeze'.
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
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Re: My Paradise
im ready to dig a tunnel to reach that place.what say.
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Re: My Paradise
Saahil
Take a flight to Las Vegas NV save some dirt shovelling
Take a flight to Las Vegas NV save some dirt shovelling
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Re: My Paradise
Wouldn't it be nice if this could be said about India? (Oleg Volk photo)HydNawab wrote:I think the government should go wild for a bit and lift the ban on all types of weapons, semis and autos as well. Just imagine, AKs, AR 15s, H&Ks coming into India. Then lets see which terrorists have to balls to step foot in India.cottage cheese wrote:dig that Thompson M1 and the MP5 minus muzzle piece in the left wall...
“Never give in, never give in, never; never; never; never – in nothing, great or small, large or petty – never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense” — Winston Churchill, Oct 29, 1941
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Re: My Paradise
Two comments on the pic:
First of all, we don't have nearly enough women in the ranks of gun owners! It may be a chauvinistic saying, but the motto of my Mother's women's club was: "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world." That's something to think about!
Secondly, there was once a time (and I fervently hope that time will come again) that we lived in the paradise of the World, New Mexico. The little mountain town we lived in at one point, Red River, is a ski town during the winter and a retirement retreat during the summer of grandmas and grandpas from Texas. The town fathers (whatever that means in a town of about 300 to 400) determined to encourage an annual visitation by Harley Davidson -riding "Main Stree Desperados", the sort that dress up like Hell's Angels and ride their $20,000 bikes during the weekend and put on their suits and tasseled loafers for the rest of the week, during the summer, at least. Every Memorial Day (the end of May) hordes of them descend upon this little town and fill it with their drunken debaucheries (relieving themselves in any lawn is considered proper behavior), racing up and down the streets, and whatever other mayhem their repressed minds can think of.
One year, my aged uncle and aunt visited us. They were horrified to see that two were killed the weekend of their visit when they were racing down Main St. and hit the curb on the east end of town. Another pair were killed when they were roaring down Cimarron Canyon and hit a deer. (I've hit a deer, too, up there, but it was in a car and that was bad enough! Deer on the highway at night is always a constant menace and only a bird brain would roar through that canyon on a motorcycle under the influence of alcohol.) the 5th person parked their Harley in the middle of Red River (the stream) near where my uncle and aunt stayed. They found him floating face down a few hundred feet from his parked bike.
Anyway, most of these people seem to come from Denver. A large crowd had come down and were parked in a bar in Questa, at the base of the canyon on the way to Red River, 13 miles up the hill. (Red River is 8750 feet in elevation.) Questa, unlike Red River, is a very New Mexican town, and it has been around for ages. It isn't filled with gringos from Texas and Oklahoma, but by real New Mexicans whose families have lived there forever and which probably came over with Columbus.
At this bar, an altercation occurred where some of these motorcycle desperados attacked a Questa resident. Some of the locals came back and pumped a few rounds into a motorcycle, just to give a warning that this wouldn't be tolerated. The motorcycle goons (I guess here, I should say "goodhas?") gave warning that they would be back and the town would pay.
A few weeks later, they did come down from Denver again. The group was met at the state line by the New Mexico State Police. The troopers told the biker goons that they would not stop them from coming, but that they'd like to take a few representatives for a ride into Questa first.
The town, of course, was waiting. Anyone with sense could see that a bunch on motorcycles would be little match for an angry population of New Mexicans, all behind the thick adobe walls of their houses, houses that, behind every door, probably had a .30-30 just waiting for an emergency.
After a ride through town, the troopers took the bikers back to their group at the state line and the pack of them went back home to Denver.
Now, when they come, there is no more trouble with the residents of Questa, a generally peaceful and sleepy little town.
First of all, we don't have nearly enough women in the ranks of gun owners! It may be a chauvinistic saying, but the motto of my Mother's women's club was: "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world." That's something to think about!
Secondly, there was once a time (and I fervently hope that time will come again) that we lived in the paradise of the World, New Mexico. The little mountain town we lived in at one point, Red River, is a ski town during the winter and a retirement retreat during the summer of grandmas and grandpas from Texas. The town fathers (whatever that means in a town of about 300 to 400) determined to encourage an annual visitation by Harley Davidson -riding "Main Stree Desperados", the sort that dress up like Hell's Angels and ride their $20,000 bikes during the weekend and put on their suits and tasseled loafers for the rest of the week, during the summer, at least. Every Memorial Day (the end of May) hordes of them descend upon this little town and fill it with their drunken debaucheries (relieving themselves in any lawn is considered proper behavior), racing up and down the streets, and whatever other mayhem their repressed minds can think of.
One year, my aged uncle and aunt visited us. They were horrified to see that two were killed the weekend of their visit when they were racing down Main St. and hit the curb on the east end of town. Another pair were killed when they were roaring down Cimarron Canyon and hit a deer. (I've hit a deer, too, up there, but it was in a car and that was bad enough! Deer on the highway at night is always a constant menace and only a bird brain would roar through that canyon on a motorcycle under the influence of alcohol.) the 5th person parked their Harley in the middle of Red River (the stream) near where my uncle and aunt stayed. They found him floating face down a few hundred feet from his parked bike.
Anyway, most of these people seem to come from Denver. A large crowd had come down and were parked in a bar in Questa, at the base of the canyon on the way to Red River, 13 miles up the hill. (Red River is 8750 feet in elevation.) Questa, unlike Red River, is a very New Mexican town, and it has been around for ages. It isn't filled with gringos from Texas and Oklahoma, but by real New Mexicans whose families have lived there forever and which probably came over with Columbus.
At this bar, an altercation occurred where some of these motorcycle desperados attacked a Questa resident. Some of the locals came back and pumped a few rounds into a motorcycle, just to give a warning that this wouldn't be tolerated. The motorcycle goons (I guess here, I should say "goodhas?") gave warning that they would be back and the town would pay.
A few weeks later, they did come down from Denver again. The group was met at the state line by the New Mexico State Police. The troopers told the biker goons that they would not stop them from coming, but that they'd like to take a few representatives for a ride into Questa first.
The town, of course, was waiting. Anyone with sense could see that a bunch on motorcycles would be little match for an angry population of New Mexicans, all behind the thick adobe walls of their houses, houses that, behind every door, probably had a .30-30 just waiting for an emergency.
After a ride through town, the troopers took the bikers back to their group at the state line and the pack of them went back home to Denver.
Now, when they come, there is no more trouble with the residents of Questa, a generally peaceful and sleepy little town.
- HydNawab
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Re: My Paradise
Reminds me of the movie The Great Escape. There were 3 tunnels to get out of the POW camp. Tom, Dick and Harry. Tom would be operational from Delhi, Dick from Mumbai and Harry from Hyderabad.saahil wrote:im ready to dig a tunnel to reach that place.what say.
What say ye???
'It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger squeeze'.
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
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Re: My Paradise
Hi Nawab,
Thanks for posting the Pic. Looking at it, i am feeling so underpriveleged and can remmeber only the line from the Song Main Hoon Khalnayak, Movie: Khalnayak.
"Saara Samundra Mere Paas Hai, Ek Bund Paani Meri Pyaas Hai".
Ravi.
Thanks for posting the Pic. Looking at it, i am feeling so underpriveleged and can remmeber only the line from the Song Main Hoon Khalnayak, Movie: Khalnayak.
"Saara Samundra Mere Paas Hai, Ek Bund Paani Meri Pyaas Hai".
Ravi.
Believing Everybody is Dangerous; Believing Nobody is Very Dangerous..........
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Re: My Paradise
Found this video on youtube and felt very sad not to mention ashamed. My answer to this video is 'YES'
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Ashar
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Ashar
'It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger squeeze'.
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
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Re: My Paradise
Ashar,
Where was this picture taken?Thanks.
Timmy,
A nice anecdote there.I can imagine what a hardy, I use it in a positive sense, community can do in a pinch.Thanks for sharing.
Best-
Vikram
Where was this picture taken?Thanks.
Timmy,
A nice anecdote there.I can imagine what a hardy, I use it in a positive sense, community can do in a pinch.Thanks for sharing.
Best-
Vikram
It ain’t over ’til it’s over! "Rocky,Rocky,Rocky....."
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Re: My Paradise
After seeing that video I remembered this video "North Hollywood Shootout" by history channel in the youtube, from this I see that if there are no or limited gun lows it would be a disaster too. It took so much time and people to get just 2 but in Mumbai it was 10.
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Re: My Paradise
Vikram wrote:Ashar,
Where was this picture taken?Thanks.
Timmy,
A nice anecdote there.I can imagine what a hardy, I use it in a positive sense, community can do in a pinch.Thanks for sharing.
Best-
Vikram
I think I took it off the glock talk forum Vikram. Dont remember correctly.
'It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger squeeze'.
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
'You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.'
-- Al Capone
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Re: My Paradise
timmy
Your story was probably copied and was sub plot in Wild hogs staring Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence and Marisa Tomei, down to Bikers gang and town was Madrid NM.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Hogs
Worked with a Lady who used to ride with bikers to Sturgis South Dakota get together. Have few of her biker stories.
Doesnt the radio jock Iman of 'Nappy Head' infamous remarks also have a ranch in NM -- He invites kids with terminal diseases for riding / camping?
Cheers
Your story was probably copied and was sub plot in Wild hogs staring Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence and Marisa Tomei, down to Bikers gang and town was Madrid NM.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Hogs
Worked with a Lady who used to ride with bikers to Sturgis South Dakota get together. Have few of her biker stories.
Doesnt the radio jock Iman of 'Nappy Head' infamous remarks also have a ranch in NM -- He invites kids with terminal diseases for riding / camping?
Cheers