Well let me tell you this Professor Egghead McSmartypants: I lived in that neighborhood for 15 years in chunks spanning the early 70s to 1997, when I left for good. Although my last house was only about half a mile from "Covenant Church / school", it was not there when I left town. So there can be only one answer: this entire thing was filmed at a remote studio by Stanley Kubrick (you actually believe he's dead, don't you sheeple) featuring crisis actors to both discredit 2A and bolster police power.
Do your own research. I'll go out to my truck and make a video if I have to.
Not stupid -- evil.
Over the years I've spoken tp survivors of the Tower shooting spree and the 1959 bombing of Poe Elementary in Houston. Understandably, they all ended up warped. Non so much as Dr Larry Schacht, a HS buddy of my parents who ended up being the camp doctor at Jonestown and the man who literally brewed the Guyana punch. Ripple effects are no joke.
Over the years I've spoken tp survivors of the Tower shooting spree and the 1959 bombing of Poe Elementary in Houston. Understandably, they all ended up warped. Non so much as Dr Larry Schacht, a HS buddy of my parents who ended up being the camp doctor at Jonestown and the man who literally brewed the Guyana punch. Ripple effects are no joke.
I thought you swore off prison rape jokes, dude. Yes, I want these monsters to suffer hell on earth for the rest of their days, but rape is never the answer.
As someone who attended Catholic, Evangelical and Baptist schools over the years, it was kind of a puzzler to me how the Catholics got all the blame. This shit transcends faiths and race too.
Recently uncovered photo of the USS Portent the moment it hit a mine off Anzio. My great-grandfather, captain of the ship, is in there somewhere. Somehow he and more than half. the crew survived.
Our policy was "deny, deny, deny.." Luckily in my time at Strake there was not much video and our letter jackets weren't that fancy yet. By the time Casey and McCardle converged on my buddy's car in the parking lot one night at a dance with flashlights, which revealed a depleted case of beer on a backseat floormat, we were scattered all over campus in multiple directions. Monday morning came around and my buddy was called to the office over the intercom (they knew it was his car) and he just lied his ass off and we got clean away with it. We had our story and we stucjk to it -- that the beer must have been planted there. Probably by evil Sharpstown kids.
Not my dog, but the best dog I ever knew -- Geraldine the Wonder Dog, Townes Van Zandt's wolf-dog. She was generally sweet but fierce when needed. She could do literally dozens of tricks. She would prop Townes up when he was legless drunk and herd him around. Happy to say she lived over 20 years. This newly-released pic finds her at at Paleface Park, Lake Travis, in 1985 but she spent most of her life in the country outside Nashville. Never known another like her before or since.
I reaally think the lifeguard shortage stems from how many kids like to smoke weed and get fired for same via piss tests. Source: my son (in Houston/Bellaire) who got canned along with four of his buddies years ago for a hot piss. It was ridiculous. You think the lifeguards weren't baked in the 70s and 80s? And yet they still guarded lives.