We gun-owners (I have guns on the brain today, for some reason) have enjoyed a brief Renaissance in the last few years, after the long dark night of the Clinton years. Well, it looks like night is about to fall again this November.
Time to stock up on stuff that will be declared illegal soon. Hi-cap mags, 'assault' rifles. In other words, all the good stuff, that any normal, law abiding American gun owner would want, and which will be denied to them by the same people who make you smoke outside, and give talks about condom use to your kindergartners.
I wonder what kind of bell I ring when I order 1,000 rounds of ammo online? 'To the Batpole, Robin! There is perfidy afoot!'
Oh well, we've never been free. Even Wyatt Earp made you check your guns in when you came to town. You can't spit, your dog can't shit, there's places you can't park, and places you can't sit.
Your neighborhood association tells you you can't fly our country's flag, how big your bushes can be, when to mow your lawn, how late you can stay up at night, and you paid $200,000 or so for the privilege.
You get the government you allow yourselves to have.