From: Chance Wolf (bigbadwolf@telus.net)
Date: Wed Jun 21 2006 - 00:31:08 PDT
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From: "Darrell Ramsell" <daram@comcast.net>
To: "Military Vehicles Mailing List" <mil-veh@mil-veh.org>
Sent: Tuesday, June 20, 2006 10:40 PM
Subject: Re: [MV] OT "America: From Freedom to Fascism."
correct crap.
>
> A while back I took my son to the local farmers market in my HMMWV ( he
was
> 2-1/2 then). I managed to get a parking spot right near the entry point.
> Of course I got a lot of looks. I got even more looks when I opened my
rear
> hatch and whipped out a baby stroller. As I took my son out some lady
said.
> "Is it safe for him to ride in that?"
I've had those too, and still have not figured out what planet they hail
from. I used to have my M37 parked out in front where I used to live - next
to the roadway in suburbia - and when I'm underneath it one day checking
something or other, a pair of legs which end in shorts stop silently just in
visual range. I stopped, waited, and when the Legs didn't move on - got out
from under to investigate.
"Is..this...yours?" asks she, licking an ice-cream cone.
"Yes," says I, so far politely.
"Well, I don't really think you should be able to have stuff like this,"
says she, licking the ice-cream.
"Really. And why's that?"
"Well," says she, "my son should be able to walk to school every morning
At some point in every conversation you realize you're not speaking anything
without having to pass this and be reminded of War."
close to the same language and just turn away in disgust in the absence of a
suitable translator. That's where I was with this woman. The two opposing
sides of the chasm are just so far apart you can't imagine any bridge known
to man spanning the gap - so why bother? I have no idea what parental
crucible formed such an...individual...but I dearly hope it went straight to
the scrapyard directly afterward. This 'hummer' story is about as close to
my own experience I've come across so far. Thanks for letting me know
certain types of disconnected cluelessness are more than a provincial
plague.
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