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Yeah, I'd went got a ham and beat the kosher off their cloths with it

The scream of the twelve-inch shrapnel is more penetrating than the hiss from a thousand Jewish newspaper vipers. Therefore let them go on with their hissing.
Adolf Hitler

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I don't think the Hasidic Jew has been born that could push me out of line at Wally World and not end up gutted.

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*adjusting tin-foil tighter*

Maybe they know something we don't!!!

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do you have an exit plan???

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So, I went to Walmart to buy ammo yesterday, specifically looking for some 22. I get to the ammo counter and I notice there were a bunch of Hasidic Jews loitering around the counter. As we're standing there, waiting for the clerk to show up, I notice a few of them were giving me the stinkeye. Not really sure what to make of this, I decide to walk over to electronics to buy a DVD and then go back to the ammo counter after they've left. Well, I get back to the counter and all the ammo (22, 223, 9 & 40) had been purchased in the five minutes I was gone. The ammo clerk told me that they're getting another shipment in tomorrow morning (ie this morning), and I could buy it then.

I show up this morning at 8 and the Hasid's were there AGAIN, only this time there were two. As I'm in line, the clerk comes out and starts stocking the shelf. As he's stocking, eight more come up from behind me and push me out of line! I started to speak up when one with a ginger-tinged beard stepped in front of me and hissed at me while the others surrounded me. The store manager saw this and, unlike other walmart managers I've had the pleasure of meeting, he politely asked me to leave the store. I tried to explain to him that I was there first, but he just replied "I'm just doing what was requested of me."

Obviously disgruntled, I said "fuck this" and shot over to Cabelas.

When I got to the ammo section, there were more Hasids and I noticed one of them was giving the department manager the fifth degree over in the corner. I saw the manager's shoulders slump and he reluctantly shuffled off in to the back room. He came out moments later, loaded pallet jack in tow, with ORM-D boxes, full of what one would reasonably believe to be ammo - likely the 22 ammo we've all been looking for. The ammo never even hit the shelves. It was dragged out to the main entrance, escorted by several store employees. I followed them out to the parking lot where there where several cars waiting. 5 Hasids got out and started transferring the ammo from the pallet to their trunks. I could see that their backseats were already loaded to the brim with boxes. The writing on the boxes read "Federal", "Remington", "CCI", "Winchester", etc. One of the Jews noticed me watching and smugly yelled to me "no one will ever believe you" in a nasally, Brooklyn accent. He laughed and turned back to his work.

After they finished loading their cars, they drove off and I caught their license plates: "New York". I stood there stunned for several minutes that seemed like an eternity when the freezing rain pattering my face snapped me out of my stupor. I was happy to have that rain. It helped to conceal the tears streaming down my face as I came to the realization that the ultimate neckbeards have struck and that the America I have grown to know and love is gone...long gone. The saddest part of this is, I can't even go to anyone with this because I'd be labeled as anti-Semitic before I could even finish telling my story...

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I'm 1/128th African , I'm half Ukranian Jew,  I play hockey and I have an unusually large stash of ammo in the back of my diamond cutting shop.
You couldn't push my button if you were standing on it in spike heeled pumps...
Sssssssssss.....

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I think you were supposed to put this in Johnny's "stupid" thread.

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So, I went to Walmart to buy ammo yesterday, specifically looking for some 22. I get to the ammo counter and I notice there were a bunch of Hasidic Jews loitering around the counter. As we're standing there, waiting for the clerk to show up, I notice a few of them were giving me the stinkeye. Not really sure what to make of this, I decide to walk over to electronics to buy a DVD and then go back to the ammo counter after they've left. Well, I get back to the counter and all the ammo (22, 223, 9 & 40) had been purchased in the five minutes I was gone. The ammo clerk told me that they're getting another shipment in tomorrow morning (ie this morning), and I could buy it then.

I show up this morning at 8 and the Hasid's were there AGAIN, only this time there were two. As I'm in line, the clerk comes out and starts stocking the shelf. As he's stocking, eight more come up from behind me and push me out of line! I started to speak up when one with a ginger-tinged beard stepped in front of me and hissed at me while the others surrounded me. The store manager saw this and, unlike other walmart managers I've had the pleasure of meeting, he politely asked me to leave the store. I tried to explain to him that I was there first, but he just replied "I'm just doing what was requested of me."

Obviously disgruntled, I said "fuck this" and shot over to Cabelas.

When I got to the ammo section, there were more Hasids and I noticed one of them was giving the department manager the fifth degree over in the corner. I saw the manager's shoulders slump and he reluctantly shuffled off in to the back room. He came out moments later, loaded pallet jack in tow, with ORM-D boxes, full of what one would reasonably believe to be ammo - likely the 22 ammo we've all been looking for. The ammo never even hit the shelves. It was dragged out to the main entrance, escorted by several store employees. I followed them out to the parking lot where there where several cars waiting. 5 Hasids got out and started transferring the ammo from the pallet to their trunks. I could see that their backseats were already loaded to the brim with boxes. The writing on the boxes read "Federal", "Remington", "CCI", "Winchester", etc. One of the Jews noticed me watching and smugly yelled to me "no one will ever believe you" in a nasally, Brooklyn accent. He laughed and turned back to his work.

After they finished loading their cars, they drove off and I caught their license plates: "New York". I stood there stunned for several minutes that seemed like an eternity when the freezing rain pattering my face snapped me out of my stupor. I was happy to have that rain. It helped to conceal the tears streaming down my face as I came to the realization that the ultimate neckbeards have struck and that the America I have grown to know and love is gone...long gone. The saddest part of this is, I can't even go to anyone with this because I'd be labeled as anti-Semitic before I could even finish telling my story...

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Strange story, strange enough to not be believable. Oddly enough, i just heard some preacher on Glenn Beck ( i think) last week talking about some rare blood moon thing. Apparently, every time this moon, planet, sun whatever lines up, there is a massive event that takes place that involves the Jews. COINCIDENCE?!! You decide! lol

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I feel like this thread is some sort of trap