Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Pathological Liars pt2 The Easter Edition

Happy Easter to all.

As we celebrate this day of forgiveness I thought it might be fitting to remember those Pathological Liars who are no longer here at our beloved 24hr Campfire.

Sort of a list of those who Fucked Around and Found Out and their leaving made the Campfire just a bit nicer and less toxic.

In no particular order:

KSMITH. Posted as a fake SEAL and claimed Stolen Valour. Many here were taken in by the lies but Lucky for you fellars I saw the truth. Runs a sockpuppet or 2 still but hides in shame.

Rene50. Guy with plenty of demons. Wanted to be paid for posting. Needed to be taken out behind the woodshed more than once for his toxic attitude here on the Campfire. In his defense he was a good dink shooter.

Rektbutt/Frud. Just couldn't stay on the wagon and got really envious when he drank, which was always.

Tactical Travis. Poor fella had a long history here but the booze always got to him. Tried doxxing members and ironically caught the doxxing boomerang. It's sad.

On a more positive note many of our posters here who were toxic from time to time have attempted to be better people and contribute something more than a continuous stream of insults, envy, and bitching. Hooray for them. Let us hope they stay positive and not fall back down into the pit of toxic envy.

Link to Old Pathological Liar Thread

John-gotnofamily-Burns must've been lonely on Easter....

SEALs are Puzzies.

There’s plenty more to go…

Happy Easter 🐣

It's a good start on cleaning up the Campfire.

And a Happy Easter to you.

More accurate representation

Wow! Rerunning Cocoon at the home again?

Tention ho not gettin enough tention.

A toxic poster starts a toxic thread about other toxic posters.........




Oh the Irony........

The fatfuk wizard gives his Easter speech

Looks like a few toxic POS took the bait



Nice cast and presentation

😂😂😂

In light of the holiday today I can forgive you for your past toxic posts as it's all you know. That's because your emotions are ruled by Envy.

It's harder to forgive you for not knowing the difference between irony and hypocracy.

Would it kill you to read a book about English?

*hypocrisy, John

Wouldn't that be ironic, don't you think.

Thanks for playin.

OH chit the children are acting up on the playground.

Looks like I will have some good reading tonight.


Have fun.

Put the cough syrup capsules and Canadian Mist down , Alanis.

Ain’t you got a crème pie to bake

earlyturd and alwaysatwat have to be conjoined twins

They just halfta…

Or brothers from another mutha

🤣🤣

JFC.

Rick,

It bad enough you spook the hole and now you hook one of the biggest sucker fish?

Thanks, Buddy.

Fatfuk wizard and cumligia LOL

It's not looking very good for the toxic crowd.

After taking out the trash the Campfire seems to have taken a turn for the better.

I, for one, welcome the new more pleasant Overlords of the Campfire ,such as myself.

I guess if you didn’t think so highly of yourself, no one would.

The only overlord is lookin for ur cock over ur pot gut😂

Self loathing is not a path to a good life.

If you don't like yourself no one else will.

Just sayin.

And they schit their pants.

here's two simple-minded sons of bitches wanting to get some attention... I guess you're feeling left out because it was made Tranny Day by Biden.. I may have not got enough attention yet here..

Somebody fell off the wagon and forgot his New Years promise to not be Toxic.

Well said...


It is ironic that a toxic poster creates a post denigrating other posters that he feels are toxic.

It is hypocrisy that the toxic poster denies his toxicity.

It is ironic that the above mentioned poster then states that another poster should know the difference between hypocrisy and irony, while not understanding the actual difference and simultaneously misspelling "hypocrisy".

Thus endeth the lesson.

Coming from the biggest turd on the lawn! WTF?

Failing to understand the difference between hipocracy and irony runs rampant here on the fire.

It's hypocritical a poster with such a failing would try and provide a lesson on such things.

It's ironic that I shall now take him to school by properly using the phrase he misquoted.

Touché!

Summed it up very succinctly!🤣

Anyone who ends a post with "here endeth the lesson" should be kicked in the Easter eggs.

Ever get the feeling you're playing the other guys game and have no chance?

I'd kick you in the Easter eggs. If you had any.

LOL.

No, you wouldn't even try.

[img]Quoted: Not my finest hour. It seems a 103 deg temp, lots of cough med, and a bit of tequila can make dumb [bleep] seem funny. I don't remember much from that night. That followed a few days of trying to explain to GD that there are real ligit reasons why bumpstocks were a threat to getting a good ruling from SCOTUS on State level AWBs. There are real reasons 2nd A scholars like David Kopel and Stephen Hallbrook, the NRA, the NSSF and most saw bumpstocks as a way to use the problematic dicta in the Heller Decision when the right AWB case hits SCOTUS.[/img]

I apologize profusely, as it appears that phrase has now been adopted by the ironic hypocrite.

A unarmed canuk living under the boot of tyranny won't understand but (Cargill) Bumpstocks are before SCOTUS right now. It will be a loser and damage 2nd A rights here in the USA.

This attempt at whining won't age well.

That said I am a bit prickly about those that attempt to restrict my 2nd A rights, sort of like G Washington and the rest of the Founding Fathers.

Canuks won't understand but will whine, lucky for them they never could own a bumpstock, much less an AR.


LOL.

Tried to swin in the deep end with the big boys. Didn't work out quite the way you dreamed?

You're right. I wouldn't have to.

When are they not around this pig pen.

Yeah, burns and vocabulary are strangers. I stopped trying to introduce them when I decided I enjoyed the humor too much.

Did I miss the election where you were voted to be the hall monitor here?

A guy comes out of retirement and doesn't even get mentioned. Thought this would be the appropriate place to re-post a couple stories.

I was working for a smaller security organization, me were regularly rotated between 4 stations. A local Food City supermarket was designated Sector Alpha-Niner, the Jiffy Lube was Bravo-Lima-Fiver, the local $1 movie theater was Golf-16 and finally, the most coveted assignment, the local mall or Zebra-1.Back then, before the corporate sponsorship, our gear was severely limited due to out of pocket expenses. I was armed with a Glock17 and a Rem870. On this fateful day my team was assigned to patrol Sector Zebra-1, the mall. It was an uneventful day, until the unthinkable happened…It was about 8:45PM, and the mall was closing and nearly empty. Me and my ’shadow’ were sweeping quadrant 069E, the mall arcade, a known hotspot for Gangs and assorted thugs. The arcade was located at the far east end of the mall, next to the movie theater and the Orange Julius.

I smelled trouble, and couldn’t spot any movement from the arcade, which was unusual due to the presence of a new Mortal Compact arcade game. Those Asians Gangs love Mortal Combat. I went to “condition red,” and discretely unholstered my Glock17. I motioned to my partner to sweep right to flank the arcade, but he was already in motion sensing the trouble in my facial expression. My partner drew his S&W 1006 and went prone behind a potted palm tree. I crept towards the arcade, when the power went out. It was an ambush! I could still see relatively well due to the full moon, shining through the building’s skylights. A perp popped up from behind the Orange Julius counter with a full auto AK sporting a 75rd drum. He opened up in the direction of my partner, meanwhile two perps popped up from behind the skeeball machine with sawed off 12 gauges. Another two perps appeared on the upper level and brought down hell-fire on us from above. They both seemed to have bolt actions of some sort, it was difficult to tell. I dove under a metal bench, and lined my sights on the AK bandit. A double-tap to the chest, and a quick follow-up to the head brought him down like a sack of potatoes. My partner had been hit in the leg by some buckshot but he kept fighting like a champ, he took out one of the shotgunners with the Smith. I then started unloading into the glass partition that surrounded the upper level. When the sniper ran for cover I drew a bead on him, adjusted for distance, and dropped him. His partner, wanting no more, started to run. I did a quick tactical reload, grabbed the 870P from the harness on my back, and did some rolls over to the movie theater and back flipped over the concession counter while unloading the 5 rounds of 000 into the skeeball machine. It was a site to behold. I tossed the empty 870, and realized I couldn’t hit the remaining perp due to my the poor angle of attack. I had to act fast or my partner was done for. I leap over the counter again, and low crawled towards the arcade unseen. I crept behind the Mrs. PacMan game, and when I heard the perp reload, jumped up with my trusty K-Bar, and threw it into the perp’s arm, pinning him against the wall behind him.

When the smoke cleared, we had three dead perps, and two very scared prisoners. My partner suffered a flesh wound but he would live to fight another day. The company goons came in fast by chopper, to cover up the situation. The remaining perps were flown to a company detention center, and we never found out what happened to them, or why they made such a vicious attack. The remaining customers and employees were paid off to cover their emotional distress and to keep their mouths shut. Later an unknown shadowy figure in an expensive black suit (obviously a high ranking company guy) came to me as I was reloading my Rem870 (in case of a second wave of attackers) and offered me the job opportunity of a lifetime…






This one happened early in my career before working at my current location.

After the team made their final sweep for the the night, we determined everything was 5 x 5 and I let all but two guys head home. The remaining three of use stuck around to take care of a few minor duties. About an hour in, my man watching the security cameras informs me some old coot is driving like a lunatic in the parking lot. So I head to HQ to see whats what. Sure enough, some old fart and a kid are driving like idiots in a DeLorean. I'm like "not on my watch". So we arm for bear and head to the parking lot to straighten this fellow out.

We jump on the modified carts and head to the parking lot. As we round the corner of J.C. Penny, I see a VW bus come from out of no where firing on the kid and old man. They catch the old man and drop him. Sadly, we were too far away to make any difference at that point but we opened fire anyway.

The kid, dressed in a yellow Hazmat suit, wtf, jumps into the DeLorean and takes off. The VW bus takes after him and we take after the bus. An epic chase ensues. We're shooting at the bus, a guy is shooting at the DeLorean, and the woefully powered DeLorean is trying to outrun the both of us.

Now this is where it goes sideways. The DeLorean manages to find a long straight spot. Not sure how fast they were going but I'm guessing around 90. All of the sudden, this lighting bolt hits the car and it fcking disappears. The VW blasts an atm and rolls to a stop. We finally catch up. A small firefight ensues before we take thee Libyans into custody. I'm still unsure what that incident was about or where that DeLorean disappeared too.

Just another day in the life of a Rapid Tactical Response Team member.

Visits farm
Notices pig pen beside barn
Walks over and climbs into pen
Complains about pigs

This comment is like hanging out at a strip club complaining about women getting naked for money.

This is an excellent analogy.

Big boy: Rotund adolescent.

Your terms are acceptable.

laffin’

Sobriety, it’s not a terminal condition.

CVS must have had a special sale on Nyquil.

Buy one get one free, plus a 50% off coupon for cheap vodka at the liquor store....

And in your case, no one else does.

I take this place with a grain of salt

Welcome back, Hero. It's refreshing to see the real deal once in a while instead of guys pretending to train Bortach (however poorly).

LOL

I dumped about 2 shots of jim beam into a 1/2 finished bottle of the walmart version of nyquil.

It aint great in the avenue of taste but i thought 20 proof needed a boost.

And since I’m all outta codeine sleepy juice, why not.

Pro-tip, this...

Super gay.


Like weapons grade gay.


Wow.

I always try to give him a break on his spelling because I know he's always wigged out on NyQuil.........

Johnny NyQuil willing to give up some Liberty for a little security........

"Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." - Benjamin Franklin


I always figured him just to be a Big Mouth Schitbag not a Gun Control Schitbag, I guess I can't always be right.

Is a pathological liar a person that says one thing and then continuously does what they said they were not going to do?

You're a moron. Bump socks owners aren't trying to take away your 2d amendment rights. It's the govt. Maybe you sound threaten to hunt down the actual threat. Get Nyquiled up first.

Strangely he doesn't see the "Irony".

From the guy who literally follows burns around like a cuckold bitch! How do you think most would think of you, as a grown man, still getting financial help from your parents? Lol

If his Mom had a basement......

No one likes you queer, go away

rcamuglia seems to be especially fond of him.

Renegade may have a demon or two, I couldn't say and neither can you. But if so, he earned them in service to his country so for a name dropper like you to bring that up is...........

Well, words escape me. Plus, he's posted a few times lately numbnuts, so any exile from this place is self-imposed.

Bun's demon is knowing that combat vets laugh at the holster sniffing wing wiper and his groveling attempts at emulation.

He is a broken twat.



mike r