Skip to comments.Gunman sought after 1 killed, 2 wounded in Ill., Ind.
Posted on 10/05/2010 5:18:08 PM PDT by Red_Devil 232
A heavy set man driving a Chevy Cheyenne pickup has killed one man and wounded two others in Ill. and Ind. He is approaching people at random and asking them about honey bees and then shoots them.
It is not me I swear! My pickup is a Ford.
Don’t know nothin’ about no honey bees, dude. Put your gun up.
In case he turns up, what is the correct answer?
Friggin nut case,
'An African honeybee or a European honeybee?'
"I don't know any bees and don't call me honey!"
the man was last seen traveling north on Cline Avenue toward Gary in a white or light gray Ford F-150 truck or an older model light blue Chevy pick-up truck
LOL - One for the Air Force.
just a little fun, and a grizzly situation needing remedy.
"Nobody seems to know who this guy is," Barry said. "It looks like the suspect is probably very, very unstable."Two verys! I'd have to agree. Honeybees AND plywood. What causes someone to go over the edge like this? We had a woman that used to stand on our street corner and scream at the top of her lungs. We referred to her as "the screaming lady," or "the long-skirted lady." The cops would come and take her away. It was very sad and a bit unnerving. She never shot anyone though.
Thus my tag line.......
Under the dirt mine is dark green.
In the light, and above the reflected light is darkness.
Probably another unhinged envirolefty overcome with rage at people’s inaction with regards to the disappearing honey bee crisis.
Right back at ya! PISTOL PACKING PAPA by JIMMIE RODGERS
Mine is silver, but it’s a crew cab F-350; could NEVER be mistaken for a Chevy nor F-150, either one.
The bee and plywood questions might fit me, though...not to mention the “dishevled”.
I’m hardly ever sheveled, come to think of it. Or gruntled, either...and I once DID work for the Post Office.
LOL! Excellent tag line!
I’ll bet you’re right - another crazy greenie.
How come these folks aren’t on the terrorism watch lists?
I heard about a test being given and decide to take it. Sat in a big room with about 150 other people and took the test. Walked out of there just shaking my head. Was called in for an interview and got the job. I did not want or need a job at the time (retired) but what the heck it was something to do.
My house is on the same route and the delivery lady keeps asking me to come back. No way!
Dunno, but a quick trip around google shows an islamic obsession with honeybees, even by the muham himself. And they seem to be worried about the bees going away. Hmmm...
If it's AlGore green, it's okay with the enviro-nazis, no matter if it's a outright lie, dangerous, misleading or a hoax designed to bilk billions upon billions of dollars from the world's population.
By the way, these folks are busy - accumulating OUR names for those lists.
Hey if it had been me I would have been asking about Bumble Bees! They are the big time visitors to my garden.
Well it must have been better than soiling your pants down at the bus depot?
I did that the night I got off the bus at Paris Island. Everybody was so nice to us young kids until the doors opened!
Yeah, until my wife found out that if I planted a few seeds and had to tend a garden her life would be easier!
Obviously your lumps were yet to come. Are your dogs trained to attack Drill Instructors?
I hate when that happens.
He bee crazy.
I still have my huge lapel pin introducing ZIP-Code!
A couple of times I've been tempted to put in for our rural route...then we get a blizzard, and I wipe my brow, while thanking the Lord that he blessed me with a spirit of procrastination!
I know nothing - nothing! Then run like h*##, or pull out your concealed carry and advance, whichever you feel you can pull off. Me - I’ll be running.
LOL. Yes. Do be a good doobee and be real quiet.
Just shoot him RD. We’ll sort things out later.
That's easy to believe. My job was running Special Deliveries, and doing a collection box & substation station collector route. Some presorting etc in the "slack" times.
The highlight of my 'career' was being late for Dispatch, after my last pickup, IF I stuck to my official route. I was in a Dodge station wagon "school bus" that was borrowed for Christmas rush. It had a 440 Magnum in it, so I hopped on the freeway, at night in the rain, to shortcut back, and passed the Superintendent of the Mails while hitting 105-110.
Since the school district had loaned us several of these vehicles, they couldn't prove it was me. I made Dispatch.
He had his family with him, and gave up trying to get a number (couldn't) when he hit 75 and was being left in the dust. We all got an earful from him when he finally got to the P.O.!
You are too funny. I was going to say “Amish?” but they don’t drive so “Mennonite?”
Our crazy guy was “Crazy Leroy”. Leroy thought he worked for some law enforcement agency and would occasionally step out in the street and direct traffic for a while. He seemed to do an OK job, so they would just send a real cop to watch him and be sure he didn't do anything ... crazier than normal.
When he decided something was going on that needed his assistance, he would walk up to the nearest person, flip open his wallet that contained a fake plastic police badge, and announce, “My name's Leroy ... I'm a cop”. Most folks would just ignore him and he would eventually go away.
One day, Leroy walked into the local TG&Y (a 5 and dime chain in West Texas) and caught the Polivoda boys stealing Star Wars dolls. OK, they're Action Figures, but that's an argument for another day.
Anyhow, Leroy caught the Polivoda boys pulling the Star Wars dolls off the shelf, popping them out of the package, and dropping them into a backpack. He walked up, flashed the fake badge, and announced his presence. He then said, “You're not SHOPLIFTING ARE YOU!?!?”
I was back in the stock room and heard him shout SHOPLIFTING. Heck, they probably heard him shout at the Police Department across the street in the courthouse. Anyhow, he spent a good ten minutes yelling at those kids while the rest of us just stood back and waited for the real cops to show up. When they came in, he politely reported his findings to the cops, they thanked him for his assistance, and he passed custody of the perps over to the police.
Unfortunately for the Polivoda boys, they didn't learn from their brush with Leroy. I hoped they would be scared straight, but apparently it didn't stick.
As for Leroy, I have no idea what happened to him. If every town has a local Crazy Guy, he was one of the more entertaining ones. And at least he directed his Crazy towards being good (and keeping the rest of us on the strait and narrow), rather than the bad.
Does she put up the food you grow?
Whatever you do, if he approaches you, DON'T tell him to buzz off!
(I really miss him.)
No, I do the canning or freezing.
Wow! You really do save her a lot of time and work! God bless you!
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