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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.

5 comments:

Lemuel said...

I would have been exceedingly nervous to have been there.

bridgeout said...

Holy crap! Thank goodness those two toddlers didn't stumble over the rifle! I would have locked it up somewhere! (telling family _where_ I locked it up may have been optional...)

anne marie in philly said...

OMFG, are you SERIOUS?

irresponsible assholes!

afod said...

OUCH! I hope you gave them a verbal or two about the rifle being out when the nephews were there. But then you hear the story about the doctor who took his kid to a gun show and the kid accidentally kills himself with an oozie. :-(

Breenlantern said...

i just...can;t...imagine...

glad you guys made it out of there safe and sound.

really glad.