Diary inspiration here, here, here, here, here.
Back in my drinking days in Tennessee, during a discussion on the 2nd Amendment in a bar (admittedly not the brightest place to engage in such a discussion; again, this was during my drinking days), I remember a redneck once proclaiming, in a very animated fashion, that, "...to get a Voter's Registration Card, you should be required to show up at the Voter's Reg Office in a Sidewinder-equipped Huey." Since (a) I presume he wanted the ability to vote himself, and (b) I seriously doubt he owned any sort of helicopter, much less a missile, it's safe to assume he was engaging in hyperbole. But, very likely, not by much.
Please make the hop (unarmed, preferably) for a treatise on the only Amendment Bush hasn't rent asunder.
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