Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Untamed Rifles (a.k.a. National Rifle Association Meets The Spirit)
I think that my favorite part of spending the last week locked inside the compound of good, solid, white church-going, family values, National Rifle Association members was when I discovered an unlocked rifle just sitting idly by in the corner of the den where I blogged from this week. Oh, and did I mention that my two nephews (ages 2 and 3) were visiting. I love that. You can't create that even for the movies. You just can't make up this shit. It's for real, folks.