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Posted:Oct 3, 2021 2:33 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2021 3:58 pm

Because I require validation from internet strangers for every success I have, I'd like report the washer pump on the old person mobile has been replaced. Even better, involved an abnormally low amount of profanity. Much less than I anticipated.

Yay for me...
The Alpha Test - Part Deux?
Posted:Oct 1, 2021 11:56 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2021 11:26 am

Most women desire to partner with an alpha male; even those who may be alphas themselves. That's been proven over numerous studies and my own observations. Most men portray themselves as alphas, whether they use that term or not. While not universal, some women utilize the 'dinner test' to help identify those who really aren't. We've covered this before, but the short version is she'll ask what he wants to do for dinner and if he can't make a decision, even a poor one, he reveals himself as a non-alpha. I think I've identified another potential alpha test, but want to gather more input from the fairer sex before I memorialize it as such.

Let's set the stage for where I've observed this potential test taking place. It's a first or second date where things are going well and there's some high quality kissing taking place. Passion has ramped and the intoxication associated with kissing someone new is in full effect (I fucking love that.). Suddenly, mid smooch, the woman breaks away, her words indicating the night's festivities are over. At that point, the man has two choices. He can accept her word and part company or physically return her to the kissing. This has happened to me a number of times, but I'll share two examples that remain fresh in my mind, and how I responded to the situation.

The first was a second date with a woman (duh), who I'd cooked dinner for. We were pretty hot and heavy, various pieces of clothing having already been discarded, when out of nowhere, she stood up and said she has to go. Because wine was involved and I was in total lust, with her body language indicating reciprocation, I stood up and threw her back on the sofa, saying she wasn't going anywhere. On a side note, my actions were insanely out of character for me. I think the reason I became physical was she was giving off vibes that such actions would be welcome. Turns out I was correct, because when I sat back down, she was en fuego, straddling me as we resumed our passion. Fun night.

In another instance, for our first date, I met a woman at a local winery (Missouri wine, blech!) and things went well. Because I'm a gentleman, I walked her to her car, and because I found her attractive (and her body language indicated a reciprocal attraction), I kissed her goodnight. I found her kiss to be sufficiently enjoyable that I continued to kiss her. After a few minutes of this, again as the intoxication kicked in, she disengaged, said she had a great time, and turned to get in her car. I wasn't done kissing her at that point, so I grabbed her, spun her around, and threw another lip lock on her. This action was very well received and we engaged in a few more minutes of kissing, before parting ways the night.

Lest some think me a borderline bad person, there's one last key piece of information to share. In every instance where this has happened to me, my date's body language directly contradicted her words. In the second example, despite my date verbally disengaging and turning around, she didn't physically move to get into her car. When the first woman got off the sofa, stating it was time for her to leave, she stood within arm's reach. She also got up twice more, also staying within arm's reach and being forcibly tossed back onto the sofa, before I realized what she really wanted.

With those in mind, as well as other less memorable occasions I haven't shared, there emerges a clear trend. A connection is established, with physical interaction being desired by both parties. The woman disengages at what can be best described as a highly unusual stopping point. Her body language indicates she remains open for additional interaction. The male physically takes control of the woman and the physical interaction resumes in a more passionate manner, perhaps indicating that was her intent the whole time.

And so, we end where we began, with me asking for input from my female readers. How many of you have consciously engaged in such behavior? If so, for what purpose? Did you want him to take the same actions I did? For those of you who haven't, reflect on your entanglements and share if maybe you've done so unintentionally. Guys, feel free to share any similar experiences (that didn't wind up with you having to call an attorney). Any other input is welcome.

For the record, I do not endorse, condone a man forcing himself on a woman against her will, solely because of his wants. Those are not the actions of a real man. If you're unable to discern a woman's true intentions, with zero question, you stop when she says stop. Period. Oh, and get vaccinated, you dumb fuck.
Boring Barrel Update
Posted:Sep 28, 2021 4:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2021 12:24 pm

You may remember my post from earlier this month, where I bitched about receiving a defective barrel for one of my rifles and the manufacturer being apathetic at best. Or you may not remember it; no one would blame you.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't post an update about this sort of thing, but today the manufacturer changed my mind. The super fast Readers Digest (does anyone remember that mag?) version is they received the obviously barrel on 9/2, but didn't bother to check it in until 9/9, at which point I received notification it would be inspected in 7-10 business days. No surprise, that window passed, so I decided to hammer them on social media over the weekend. They'd just posted something on insta and I replied with some unpleasant comments about their shit quality and zero fucks about customers. They asked for my RMA, which I provided, then responded it had been shipped last week. I asked for a tracking number, but they were done talking to me.

Fast forward to today, when I received a note from their zero personality customer service person, indicating the barrel shipped today. So, in addition to making garbage, they're liars. Had it just taken forever to get a replacement, I'd have chalked it up to their abysmal customer care, but lying to a customer on social media to conceal it...that's really beyond the pale.

Needless to say, I've shared their dearth of ethics with an appropriately wide audience.

In that same post, I also shared my extremely responsible and logical purchase of a long range precision rifle. I needed something to shoot! My motivation for that purchase was to be able to participate in my club's 600 yard shooting nights. The rifle that was down could have handled it, was down. For some context, the farthest I've ever shot a gun was 300 yards, and that was only recently. So, this was a big step. So, last Wednesday, I loaded up my new rifle and joined the group. (Same one that agreed with vaccine mandates) The good news is I shot pretty well. There's some room for improvement, but that should be addressed with greater concentration. We have a target system that shows your hits, real time, on your phone, so after every shot, I picked my head up to see where I was hitting and to think 'I'm hitting a target over a third of a mile away!'. Neither of those actions are beneficial for accuracy.
Do You Know Where?
Posted:Sep 28, 2021 1:40 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2021 1:52 pm

I may have mentioned appropriating my parents' old person mobile (2010 Cadillac SUV) because after his head trauma, I don't trust my father to drive, much less learn a new area. In a word, this vehicle sucks. Again, I may have previously shared some of the infamous Generic Motors idiocy of design. My favorite is the parking aid suite. It has proximity sensors, front and rear, as well as a backup camera. Most cars do, these days. However, GM has gone to great lengths to make them mostly useless. Neither of these engages until you put the car in reverse, so don't pull into a spot counting on the sensors to keep you from bumping something. The camera not only takes four seconds to come on, leaving you dead in the water, but has the resolution of an Etch a Sketch.

Again, because it's a GM product, shit has obviously begun to break, despite the car only having 55k miles on it. The one that I'm trying to address at the moment is the windshield washer reservoir. I can't be sure whether it's the tank or something connected to it, but it will dump its entire contents on the driveway within hours of being topped off.

Those of us who've worked on cars will remember the washer fluid reservoir being right under the hood. I remember swapping the one out in the VW GTI I put two hundred thousand miles on. It was next to the engine on the driver's side and required the removal of three screws to pull it. That's not the case in this vehicle. Do you know where the reservoir is? It's in the damned fender. No, not next to the fender, but IN IT. Accessing the tank requires the removal of a wheel and the protective skirting in the wheel well. It may require more, but that's all I could uncover online.

And, because fuck my life, I jacked up the car, placed a jack stand (for safety), grabbed by impact gun, and promptly discovered one of the batteries is toast (the one in the charger) and the other needed to be charged. One might suggest me to be lazy, not removing the lug nuts manually. However, the only shops I've encountered that torque them properly are those that service exotics, which a Caddy is not. Those nuts were tightened using the tighten the fuck out of them with an air gun method and removal sans power tools will fuck you up. Been there, done that.

I may or may not report back, once I have the car in pieces...
Vaccine Mandates - Not Tyranny
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2021 1:00 pm

Hey you! Yeah, you...turn off Tucker for a moment and listen up. I bet you're singing along with that whiny little hypocritical shithead that vaccine mandates are tyranny and interfere with your freedoms. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you lack access to actual data, only receive Fox and OAN and that you're not willfully ignorant.

The bottom line is that vaccine mandates aren't tyranny, no matter what you hear from the right wing media. Worth mentioning is Fox, OAN, and all the other toxic bullshit factories have vaccination mandates for their employees. If your friend Tucker really believed what he was saying about mandates being tyranny, you'd think he'd be raging against his employer. But he isn't. I wonder why that is?

I like data, so let's move on to the numbers. They're big ones, but I've done my best to simplify them so you'll understand.
There have been six hundred eighty thousand total deaths in the US due to Covid. Of the one hundred sixty plus million who've been fully vaccinated, there have been one thousand four hundred deaths. That number represents less than one percent of those who've been vaccinated. LESS THAN ONE PERCENT!!! Oh, there were over two thousand deaths from Covid, just yesterday; you can guess how many were vaccinated.

The vaccine is effective and has saved thousands of lives; it's also FDA approved, so cross that objection off your list.
I know what you're thinking - it's still tyranny to force people to get vaccinated. You're standing up to be dumb enough to avoid getting jabbed, get the virus, and die in your mobile home. Trust me, if the virus only impacted the willfully ignorant, I'd be fighting alongside you, defending your right to demonstrate natural selection at work. If only it worked that way.

The vaccine is effective against the current variants, but viruses mutate as they're spread around, until they morph into a variant the vaccine can't defend against. This is why you need a flu shot every year; to protect from the latest mutations. Ultimately, the spread by the unvaccinated will allow Covid to mutate into one of those variants that the current vaccine can't fight and we'll be back to square one. Those who remain ignorant and unvaccinated are lengthening the pandemic and making it more difficult to fight.

Even with the current variants, stupid mother fuckers like you are winding up in ICU's hand over fist and are taking beds that are needed for those whose conditions weren't preventable with a fucking shot. There have been dozens of accounts where someone having a major cardiac issue or something equally critical have either wound up dying for lack of a bed or had to be transported several hundred miles away from home, because that's where the closest empty bed was located.

You and those like you have blood on your hands from the deaths you cause every damned day you remain unvaccinated. These deaths are your fault, Fudd.

Do employers really have the right to mandate vaccinations? Damn skippy they do, for two main reasons. First, they pay your fucking health insurance and the costs go through the roof when they have a bunch of dumb fucks get sick from Covid, not to mention lost productivity because your dumb ass isn't working. More importantly, they have a legal obligation to provide their employees with a safe working environment. A bunch of spreaders running around is the opposite of safe. The Federal government is the largest employer in the US and are subject to the same shit as other employers. So is your corner coffee shop, hotel, and every other business you infect by walking into every day.

In summary, neither you nor I have the personal freedom to kill those around us by spreading a deadly virus. Not much different than walking around with an open jar of anthrax.

Finally, the above also applies to mask mandates. Those of you who decry such measures in schools because you know what's best for your are killing them too.

Update - Tonight (9/22) I went to my club to participate in some group long range precision rifle. As one can imagine, a rifle club in Kansas is right wing heaven. I was chatting with a couple other club members and someone else brought up the topic of vaccine mandates. I immediately began to think of soft ways to explain why they were necessary, but never needed them, because the consensus was that they were. One club member thought they were a bit of tyranny, but necessary none the less.
There you have it; a bit more insight on those you'd least expect to be on board.
PSA - Getting The Last Word On Tinder
Posted:Sep 20, 2021 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2021 1:00 pm

Since beginning to use the app (off and on), I've found myself in two situations where the interaction ended in a less than amicable manner. In both cases, I had reached my limit of 'what I'm willing to tolerate for some boom boom' and metaphorically dropped anchor in terms of further entertaining the behavior being exhibited by the other party. And in both cases, the other party fired off a 'fuck you' note and unmatched with me. However, I admit to having no real insight into the content of their messages, since unmatching deletes the entire conversation and I never saw them. Thus, they weren't actually able to get in the last word or parting shot.

Therefore, the takeaway should be that if you feel the need to fire a last shot and get in the last word on Tinder, wait a few hours to ensure the other party has time to read your fuck you. Of course, that deprives you the pleasure of unmatching and making that person go away. Your revised takeaway is you can't have it all.

Under the heading of pleasant surprises, earlier today, I'd been trading notes with a woman who went into full bitch mode and I called her out on it. There were notifications of additional messages from her, but for the reasons above, I didn't bother looking for them for a bit. The pleasant surprise was that the message she sent included an apology for being bitchy.
Welcome to Erotic Cinema of the Mind
Posted:Sep 18, 2021 6:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2021 6:18 pm

Occasionally, there will be an erotic movie that begins to play in my head. Their genesis can be found solely in my depraved mind. I've decided to share the one that's been playing most of the evening and has become my goal to make reality.

A beautiful woman stands with her back to me, her auburn hair cascading down over her shoulders. She's wearing an elegant, but very form fitting dress that ends just above her knees. The sight of her becomes overwhelming, and despite us having to be somewhere for an engagement, the desire she stirs in me pushes everything else from my mind. I step behind her, clearing her hair to provide access to her neck, which I begin kissing roughly. I must have her... I reach down, pull her dress up just far enough to tear her skimpy panties from her body. I bend her over whatever she's standing in front of, spreading her feet, and take her. There's no words of passion or endearment; this is pure lust that's driving me.

Something similar has already happened to me, while living in Richmond. I'd been dating a gorgeous, statuesque redhead. On this particular evening, I'd taken her to the finest French restaurant in town. She wore a tight, knee length, black skirt and thigh highs (the memory of what top she was wearing has been lost). Fuck, she looked . On the way home, she revealed her absence of underwear and proceeded to provide visual proof. She may have done other things in the car, but suffice to say we were both on fire when we walked in from the garage. Once we got to the living room, I yanked up her skirt and took her right then and there. Fun night. Dumbest thing I've ever done, ending things with her.

Oh, this happened one other time, but it didn't end as well. I was damned lucky that woman at Macy's didn't press charges.
Ground Attack!
Posted:Sep 18, 2021 1:38 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2021 7:31 am

Perhaps I finally pissed the wrong person off because a pair of A- Warthogs have been circling my house for the last 20 minutes. So, if you hear of some Maverick missiles being deployed in Kansas, you'll know what happened.
Self Importance
Posted:Sep 17, 2021 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2021 7:22 am

You were in my 'recently visited' category as 'interested/visited’ - a site ploy. This does not mean that you are fake/not real, just that the ’supposed visit’ never truly may have happened. The site time-stamps all visits - could be even from a bio appearing on your homepage, or you in chat or w/e, hence a 'site ploy'. Anyway, I'm not interested, but thanks for stopping by, and good luck! Just clearing the queue. PLEASE- Do Not Reply. Seriously. Adios.

I received the above message earlier today and like many other things in my life, it pissed me off. Why would you feel the need to send me a note indicating you aren't interested, solely because the site spoofed my visit to your profile, you self-important bitch? If you're fairly certain it was Heated Affairs doing Heated Affairs things, did you really need to make sure I knew you weren't interested?

Of course, I attempted to tell her to fuck off, because she told me not to reply, but somehow, she disabled replies to her messages. If it weren't a breach of generally accepted protocol, I'd out her right here, because she deserves it. Yes, I realize copy pasting messages is also a breach, but I'm surprisingly out of fucks to give at the moment.
September Loser Update 2
Posted:Sep 13, 2021 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 12:14 pm

In my last update, I was hopeful that I would be receiving a job offer from a company I really wanted to work for. I'd completed a two and a half hour video interview where I'd put in my finest ever interview performance. And having owned the same product portfolio for this company's biggest competitor, along with possessing twenty years of marketing experience and a track record of significant revenue growth, short of scooping up the person currently doing the job at their largest competitor, there was literally no one else in the country more qualified for the job.

But that didn't stop a rejection email from hitting my inbox today, just the same. Honestly, it wasn't a surprise. I even told my parents it wouldn't happen, over the weekend, because it's me. I have a long, illustrious history of having things I'm deserving of and are most important to me yanked from my grasp. That's not a woe is me comment; it's just how things work for me, despite my veneer of invincibility. Of course, along with being pissed off, my self-esteem has taken the hit from being rejected for who fucking knows what.

So, time to resume full throttle job search activity. I'd been coasting the last couple weeks, due to a misplaced sense of optimism I allowed to creep in.
Intimacy and Fear of it
Posted:Sep 5, 2021 5:58 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2021 7:00 am

As I sit here in Kansas, sans employment, it's impossible overstate the importance of landing a job that provides a path back the East Coast. Being completely transparent (which I can do here, because there's no one active on this site who knows me) the hit my self-confidence was massive, coming out here. As everyone who's read my blog knows, I loathe the midwest and the hypocritical, vanilla, entitled, bible thumpers in the dating pool here, preventing me from establishing any meaningful relationships. But the piece I didn't share much of was having a job I hated and its impact. Yes, I was very well and I worked with awesome applications, like rocket launchers, satellites, and Formula One cars. However, my company was run by morons, so the organization never actually completed most of the projects. Because of such criminal lack of execution, I had kill programs that would have been worth tens of millions of dollars, had we gotten the products market. My manager opened his kimono, one day, and said something that perfectly encapsulated our situation. He said that it was the only company where regardless of the amount of time and effort he put into it, nothing ever improved.

But the worst part was that as someone who takes and charts his own destiny, I was impotent at being able get the out. Real men can get the out of this kind of shit; only a whimpering passive loser stays where he is. That there were circumstances that prevented an exit for a period of time, such as contracts and retirement funds that I refused raid, didn't matter. I was a loser for allowing myself stay in such a horrible situation and that destroyed my confidence. I recognize there are others who find themselves in jobs they hate and that I'm not alone.

Recently, I made the mistake of trying date again. Really, is internet dating ever not a mistake? Likely one of the dumbest moves I could make, at the moment, but I really crave companionship, beyond my cuddly and annoying parents. I've been selective with who I reach out and a few days ago, began communicating with a woman who's in my dating sweet spot; intelligent, well traveled, the right amount of hotness, etc., with the implied closet dirty . Four years ago, I knew exactly the right way draw such a woman in and seduce her with my words, long before we met. But today, I'm unable to break free of the banal wet noodle discourse and can't figure out why. What's worse is she's begun to share much more about herself (greater interest) and all I can think about is running away from this woman who's way out of my league (but is every woman I've ever had a serious relationship with). What gave me a chuckle is that at some point, I bought a copy of The Art of Seduction. Being cocky, I wanted to see if it was right or not. Perhaps I should dig it out and reread the damned thing.

The root causes for my disconcerting inability to seduce a woman are well known to me. First, I've struggled with intimacy issues for most of my life. I'll skip the psychoanalysis of its origins, but my fear of intimacy was raging after my marriage ended, because you learn to NEVER be vulnerable around a borderline. I wrote about the effects in a previous entry, Confessions of a Former Womanizer). Apparently, my condition was painfully obvious to a psychologist friend (but not to my former therapist, which is another story) and I'd done my level be mindful of it. Then, I met the woman I wanted spend the rest of my life with, with whom I was finally able be vulnerable, only for her dump me over her own insecurities. This was back in Richmond, but I arrived in the flatlands already avoiding intimacy. The second contributing factor is my confidence of being able to properly satisfy a woman in the bedroom has all but been extinguished, since moving here. Not having sex in almost two years will do that to you.

However, with how things played out, as outlined above, my fear of intimacy has become all but paralyzing, when it comes to establishing new relationships, both friendly and romantic. As an aside illustration of how fear of intimacy can impact your quality of life, I didn't want to take in my parents' , for no other reason that fear of becoming attached her. Surprisingly, I don't think my lack of employment's contribution my situation is anything greater than marginal.

While my fear of intimacy won't just vanish, a new job, with a company that's known for being highly rewarding work for, and clear path out of this hellscape is vital my mental well-being. This life improvement should also improve my blog entries where I'm writing about my dirty adventures again, instead of how much life sucks for me.

Thanks for tuning in Psychology Today.
September Loser Update
Posted:Sep 4, 2021 5:52 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2021 6:23 pm

Another month has passed in the jobless loser saga. At the moment, I'm hopeful, bordering on optimistic, about at least the jobless portion changing. I have three active opportunities going with the company that really wants to hire me. Also, yesterday I rocked through two and a half hours of video interviews with another company that's well known as one of the best places to work in the industry. Without the intention of doing so, I went full on politician in the process. An interviewer would ask for an example of XYX happened and how I handled it. There were a number of instances where I didn't really have what they were after, so I substituted a distantly similar experience where I looked like a complete stud. Everyone bought that part of the act. Edit - I completely forgot to mention a comment made by the division VP, which was 'why have we not talked to you sooner?'

What's the likelihood of my receiving an offer next week? I refuse to answer that question but I will share the following. There's literally no one more qualified for this role than myself. Sure, I have gobs of industry and marketing experience, but here's the kicker - I'd managed and grown the shit out of the same portfolio at this company's largest competitor for several years. Somehow, I still had the relevant sample kit from previous employer (maybe I'm a selective hoarder) and you're damned right I threw that thing up at the camera with everyone I met virtually. Marketing.

The HR person promised they'd reach out early next week. Any optimism I may have possessed at one time has long since been crushed by reality, but I'm pretty hopeful on this one. Fingers crossed, . It's that hope that has me feeling a bit less like shit at the moment, so I'm soaking it up.

Circling back to another job in the area I was beyond qualified for, but didn't receive an offer (and was pissed / bummed about), I discovered it's still open. This came from a conversation I had with one of the major head hunters in my industry. Apparently, the company I interviewed with had modified their requirements at some point. They decided they didn't want to pay to relocate anyone, wouldn't pay more than a hundred k, and required very specific skills and background. I said yeah, good luck with that, the cheap bastards. He responded that he wasn't putting much effort into that loser. He also made a comment about my most recent employer that provided me with a bit of validation. Direct quote: That place has been circling the drain for years. During the call, he also indicated he'd keep my resume on his desk because I should be easy to place.
Customer Care and Product Defects
Posted:Sep 4, 2021 3:34 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2021 9:41 am
If you read my previous post, you know the barrel on my mid range precision rifle suddenly went defective, after less than a thousand shots fired through it (it should have lasted closer to thirty thousand). Although, no one would blame you for not giving a shit. Because I was both impatient and pissed that I couldn't engage in my favorite relaxation activity, I started looking for another barrel option that I could install. Then, I'd sell the replacement, when it arrived.

An online vendor had an amazing sale going on a Ballistic Advantage barrel that fit my needs. BA has a good reputation amongst those who know nothing. More importantly, I'd bought a BA barrel for another rifle build and was impressed with their quality.

When the barrel arrived, I immediately removed it from the sealed factory packaging and pulled out my handy borescope to examine it. For those who aren't familiar with this device, it's a tiny camera mounted on the end of a rod that allows you to see the inside of a barrel. It can also be used to perform your own colonoscopy on the cheap. The picture shows what I found. The stainless steel barrel had rust the whole way through it and the machining was abysmal.

What followed was a perfect contrast in customer care. When the company that made the first bad barrel saw my borescope pictures, they were prepared to immediately ship a replacement. This on a two year old barrel. However, when I sent pictures to Ballistic Advantage of their product brand new, fresh out of the package, they said I had to return the (completely fucking obviously defective) product for inspection before they'd ship a replacement. WTF??? When I called to say that, words were uttered about my borescope being set incorrectly and unknown storage conditions at the place I purchased the barrel. My reply included words such as shitty service and attempting to deflect blame.

While I await these fuckers bothering to inspect my barrel, I've done what any pissed off customer would in the twenty first century - posting my story and pictures to every place on the internet I can think of. Multiple subreddits, multiple shooting message boards. And I just remembered a big one that'll get some attention. I must address this oversite.

While waiting for all this shit to get cleared up, I did what any responsible jobless person would do; bought a new precision rifle. I've really wanted to try shooting on my club's six hundred yard range and my other gun won't reach that far, even with a new barrel. Ordinarily, one can't buy a rifle without needing a bunch of other stuff to fit it out, so the entire package can be quite pricey. However, in my case, I already had a high quality scope and solid bipod. Unfortunately, feeding it (ammo) is a bit salty at $2.50 or more per trigger pull. Depending on my job situation, I may sell it when winter hits; the nice thing about guns is they're practically liquid assets. It'll almost certainly go, once I'm back on the coast, as very few clubs have sufficiently long rifle ranges to use this.

Update - I arrived home today to find a long, slender package on my front porch, containing my replacement barrel from the not asshats. They even lived up to their promise to upgrade me to the best barrel they make for my gun. If you'll excuse me, I have a rifle to rebuild.

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