I have guns. If the conservatives ever get the country they want, I'm going to need them.
I've never really wanted a gun, but I find myself wanting one more and more these days, to protect myself from bug-fuck crazies who also own guns.
But that's the world they want.
Still torn.
I've never really wanted a gun, but I find myself wanting one more and more these days, to protect myself from bug-fuck crazies who also own guns.
This is why I own a big ass baseball bat. Not that it's going to stop a gun totin' crazy, mind you, but it's at least a different form of violence that doesn't buy into their crazy.
There are various blunt and edged weapons around our house. Not really for home defense, mostly because they're cool.
If I can say one thing about the last paper I'm writing?
I'm good. I'm really, really good.
Now, if I could only write the preface and not the abstract over and over, it would be fucking great.
When I run out of ammo, I've got an arsenal of swords, crossbows, and longbows to fall back on. Plus armor, some of which was made for me.
I so wanted to see Jason or Michael Meyers go up against a medieval recreationist. "You call that a knife . . .?"
No weapons in our house until Leif has moved out.
I would never have a gun in the house until they invent one that would magically only appear after I've had my first daily dose of caffeine.
This is why I own a big ass baseball bat. Not that it's going to stop a gun totin' crazy, mind you, but it's at least a different form of violence that doesn't buy into their crazy.
I keep my maglite by my bed. Not only is it good in a power cut, but it packs a wallop like a sonofabitch.
No weapons in our house until Leif has moved out.
Seriously loving Gud right now.