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I prayed about it, so I'm not going to worry about it anymore. The negativity of this is too much, so I need to move on, get back to fishing.

You just spent 4 pages of beating him down and ridiculing him and YOU are the victim?

Chief Grey Bear

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You just spent 4 pages of beating him down and ridiculing him and YOU are the victim?

Chief, it's time to move on. Beating a dead horse will solve nothing.

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You just spent 4 pages of beating him down and ridiculing him and YOU are the victim?

I didn't see anywhere in the last 4 pages where anyone was beaten down. if anything you guys were ridiculing trophy about his situation. trophy is the victim here, WAKE UP CHEF( yes that is on purpose)

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Trophy I think you have stumbled on to your own solution. Just go down to the gravel bar in your best robe and start praying, ask them about being saved, and their thoughts on the upcoming apocolypse. For good measure use a few rocks and make a few funky symbols on the gravel bar. Maybe paint a few red marks on the rocks.

They will probably freak out and leave.

I too would be annoyed in your predicament.

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Good idea, give the location to the Mormans and the Jehovah's Witness and let them help them out. The homeless need religion to get on the straight and narrow and get their lives in order.

"Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously."

— Hunter S. Thompson

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He drove his old car into a town. He scoured the farms for work. Where can we sleep the night?

Well, there’s a Hooverville on the edge of the river. He drove his old car to Hooverville. He never asked again, for there was a Hooverville on the edge of every town.

The rag town lay close to water; and the houses were tents, and weed-thatched enclosures, paper houses, a great junk pile. The man put up his own tent as near to water as he could get; or if he had no tent, he went to the city dump and brought back cartons and built a house of corrugated paper. And when the rains came the house melted and washed away. He settled in Hooverville and he scoured the countryside for work, and the little money he had went for gasoline to look for work. In the evening the men gathered and talked of the land they had seen…

…Then, with time, the squatters were no longer squatters, but owners; and their children grew up and had children on the land. And the hunger was gone from them, the feral hunger, the gnawing, tearing hunger for land, for water and earth and the good sky over it, for the green thrusting grass, for the swelling roots. They had these things so completely that they did not know about them any more. They had no more the stomach-tearing lust for a rich acre and a shining blade to plow it, for seed and a windmill beating its wings in the air. They arose in the dark no more to hear the sleepy birds’ first chittering, and the morning wind around the house while they waited for the first light to go out to the dear acres. These things were lost…

…And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed. The great owners ignored the three cries of history. The land fell into fewer hands, the number of the dispossessed increased, and every effort of the great owners was directed at repression. The money was spent for arms, for gas to protect the great holdings, and spies were sent to catch the murmuring of revolt so that it might be stamped out. The changing economy was ignored; and only means to destroy revolt were considered, while the causes of revolt went on.

John Steinbeck, from The Grapes of Wrath (1939)

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Yes bfishn, TropyFishR is evil, just like Walmart.

"Honor is a man's gift to himself" Rob Roy McGregor

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Start a Shooting Range........maybe the noise will drive them away!

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Something to ponder: If you were suddenly (as in overnite) broke and without shelter or motorized transportation, how quickly do you think you could rebound to a comfortable and reasonably debt-free state of living ?

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