Well, as long as we're bringing scriptures into this, how about the part in the Book of Mormon when Nephi kills Laban?  For those who haven't read it, Laban won't give up the Brass Plates, an essential item that Nephi's family needs desperately. Nephi tries negotiation and bribes, but when it doesn't work he and his brothers' lives are threatened.  Finally he encounters Laban drunk and passed out, and under the Lord's instruction, reluctantly kills Laban with his own sword, dresses in his clothes and tricks Laban's servant into giving him the Brass Plates.

Nephi definitely committed murder, but it was at the Lord's behest. Was it wrong?

That's the only situation in which I can see myself committing murder: if God told me to.  If that makes me sound like a psycho, so be it.

I'm no anarchist, to be sure, and I never thought I'd find myself on the same side of anything as Anonymous, but in this case they're 100% right. The world, it seems, has turned upside down.

The gun I want is on that list.  I just hope I can save up enough money to buy it before it gets banned.  If they come to confiscate it, well, I lost all my guns in a tragic boating accident.  Or all my boats in a tragic gun accident.  Something like that.  Yeah.

I've thought many times in my life that God must have made a mistake.  God made me a woman instead of a man.  God gave me fibromyalgia.  God gave me children with special needs.  God gave me a husband that I'm having trouble loving right now.  In all these times I've later come to realize that these experiences I'm having were necessary for me to build me up for some purpose, like exercises in your gym regimen.  The purpose for which I'm being built up now must be very, very grand indeed.

Scored 49.  Would've scored higher, but I'm LDS (Mormon) so the Evangelicals weren't much interested in being friends with me (though I did have Jewish, Sikh, agnostic, and Wiccan friends), and there weren't a lot of smokers in my circle.  Mother was first-generation upper-middle class of working-class stock; father 2nd generation upper-middle.  My parents made a point of seeing to it that we were rather "cultured" compared to many of the others around me.  Still, I chose to live in small-town Utah, so I got more points for that than my upbringing would have given me.

My anti-depressant is preparation.  I may not be able to stop the decline when it comes, but I can resist it.  Like the monks of the Dark Ages who preserved what knowledge they could, someday I will be remembered as one who kept the fire of knowledge, however small, still burning somewhere, tended by generations to come until it can be used to kindle a new renaissance.

Turkey pot pies and turkey soup.

The Portuguese way (or at least how it was a century or more ago) was for women to keep their own surnames at marriage.  It makes doing genealogical research a piece of cake, compared to more northerly European cultures.

The downside to it was that people chose their own surnames, often drawing on grandparents' surnames or even religious surnames like Conceiçao or da Gloria.  So unless you were a titled family, you usually didn't have the same surname as your parents.

It was even worse in the Philippines, where around 1850ish the governor sent out a decree saying "Pick a surname and pass it on to your children."  A list of acceptable surnames was circulated, but since it had to be copied by hand, frequently the pages were split up and sent to different villages.  Thus there are entire villages in the Philippines where everyone's last name starts with the same letter.

I suppose it's a good thing UL doesn't try to certify firearms then...

It's just going to get worse.  Buy some wheat and a grinder, and learn how to make bread.

Funny, you sound like MY husband!  His nose is a lot like yours.  I swear he can walk into the house, take one sniff, and tell how many poopy diapers I've changed that day, even if I've taken them outside.  I'd better keep him away from any Occupy demonstrations; bad smells drive him bonkers.

Sadly, I think the stench will only serve to convince them they're doing the right thing.  Look what they have to give up to be there!  Besides, you're just suffering from bourgeois smellist prejudices.

Me too.  I want one of those shirts to put my gun in!

This is true.  Personally I went with spices, which have historically been a really profitable trade good, and which (being LDS) I know much more about than whiskey.

I don't have much in the way of resources, so I'm going with sacks of wheat and a 9mm pistol to defend them with.

"Make Love Not War"... "Can't We Do Both?"