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.
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I would have been exceedingly nervous to have been there.
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...)
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. :-(
i just...can;t...imagine...
glad you guys made it out of there safe and sound.
really glad.
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