What's wacky about the idea of putting a gun into my purse for personal protection?

It's prettier strapped to your thigh? When you walk into someplace that guns aren't welcome, people know to ask you to leave it outside? If you fulminate with Walter-Mitty-like secret ambitions of gangsterhood, I can tell without having to be drawn into your scary psychological world to find out?

I guess I equate it with having at attack dog. If you could conceal your dog about your person, what does that accomplish except make the allergic people annoyed? Whereas, big dog, right there, people know what to expect outta you.

Now very much enjoying the idea of wearing a huge overcoat with an extra pocket to fit a Doberman.

I guess it would seem less crazy if there weren't Critical! Budget decisions going on while they try to turn it to 1884. Our new friend is going to have to explain the name one day. And I think everything that could be done to me has, so "Get on with it, motherfuckers."(gratuitous Wire reference) One thing about being nobody, I suppose.

I'd be pretty happy to say the words "President Anne Richards" too, y'know?

Ann.

t /pedant

Perkins, it's a reference to obscuro weirdo Jandek.

Yeah!

Anyone in the hivemind speak French?

What's the French for "go," used in the sense of "you, there--get out of here NOW"?

Ann.

Allez?

"Allez," Susan. Though someone with better French might have a more forceful suggestion.