The CIA is full of power-tripping psychotic assholes,…
Anon is a tumblrfag
Libety or Tranny?
Life, Libety, and the pursuit of happiness.
A thing has happened.
Some event, some utterance spoken to you or heard on the radio and television airwaves. You read it on a repost of a reblog of a tweet of a screencapture of a Facebook comment. All that is certain, of this you are sure, is that some thing has occurred…
"The wage gap"
"This is why I need feminism"
"Die cis scum"
WELCOME TO TUMBLR!!!
One in five U.S. workers was laid off in the past five years and about 22% of those who lost their jobs still haven’t found another one, according to a new survey that showed the extent Americans have struggled in the sluggish labor market since the Great Recession ended.
Good luck blaming that on Bush, Libtards.
I'm writing this staring at the mess the police left for me, in a bit of a fog. After 6 months of stalking and threats against my life my stalker finally snapped and decided to kick my door in and make good on his promise. Out of fear, the past month I had begun sleeping with a chair propped against my front door, to give myself a few extra precious seconds in case of emergency. I shudder to think how differently things might've turned out had I not barricaded the door. I awoke around 1:15 am to the sound of the door giving way after one kick followed by the sounds of my stalker struggling to dislodge the chair while forcing his way inside. I jumped up and grabbed the gun I've learned to do everything even shower with. I stood at the top of my stairs and fired twice. Hitting him in the chest, I hear his scream, his disbelief that I'd stood up for myself.. 0 to 100 in milliseconds. I've never been so afraid in my life. I do not know if he is living, but I do know the police have him and that's what helps the most. For months of him evading the police I began to question whether he was unstoppable. Untraceable. Houdini, he would murder me and get away with it. As of now I'm in a haze of guilt, surprise, relief and disbelief. I shook as the canines drag him out from his hiding place under a bush. I survived, where so many people do not. Holy shit, I survived. Insight: <a rel=”nofollow” target=”_blank” href=”http://www.reddit.com/r/self/comments/2hc2ei/anyone_had_success_with_private_investigators/”>http://www.reddit.com/r/self/comments/2hc2ei/anyone_had_success_with_private_investigators/</a> Edit: The outpouring of support is WILD. I cant thank you guys enough. Everyone can be a critic and the fact still remains, you dont know what you will do in a situation until its presented in front of you. Those who believe there was other things to be done have never had someone tell you that you no longer deserve to draw breath and mean it. And for the 'shouldve fired a warning shot' folks: There are no warning shots, a gun is a deadly force, you only pull that trigger if you are in fear for your life and all other methods of deterring are gone. When he kicked my door in, there was no longer a deterrent preventing harm. Warning shots are dangerous and could hurt the unintended. This is not a wild west movie. That's what responsible gun ownership is. Ill update once things have calmed down a bit I promise. Ill write back to everyone and after being isolated for so long, anyone who wants to be friends, I am always accepting those.
things gun control advocates won’t talk about.
Imagine what would have happened of the gun had been banned and the poster hadn’t had it when the stalker attacked.
I wish him or her the best, nobody should have to deal with the feeling of having taken a life. But it is better having to deal with that than to die, and this life was saved by legal gun ownership.