Tyranny is the one, only, and sole goal of all the anti-gun efforts and groups on every single gun control legislation.
On an unexpectedly sunny day in a faraway place, four fit, skilled and semi-smart young men decided to augment their combat rations with some fat, tasty-lookin’ fishies stranded in the ebbing elbow of a placid stream. The lads had no hooks and lines, but those seemingly indolent sun-stunned swimmers looked easy enough to grab and toss up on the bank. No problem, right?
An hour later, the United States Marine Corps had been soundly defeated by a couple dozen cousins of your basic down-home catfish.
They were just too slippery, like they’d been coated with SuperLube. The harder we grabbed ’em, the slicker they splooped right outta our hands. We agreed a couple of grenades would have solved the problem, but under the circumstances, that approach was manifestly “inappropriate.”
BY JOHN CONNOR