Saturday Is the New Monday
Eees too cold for bike! I walk to work.
Who can know the evil that lurks in the hearts of men? Or, put another way, who can know when these motoring men are executing left-hand turns? Nobody can know! No blinkers! No indicators! That is why I welcomed the conceal-and-carry crap enacted last year in Minnesota. Because as soon as those generous laws are followed up with some “Quick Pedestrian Justice” immunity-type laws, I will be, as they say in my country, “in hog heaven.”
I won’t actually shoot anyone; I will merely wave my piece around in an unhinged, cringe-worthy manner. At that point, I will probably be shot by a fellow pedestrian who is protecting her young.
Who can know the evil that lurks in the hearts of men? Or, put another way, who can know when these motoring men are executing left-hand turns? Nobody can know! No blinkers! No indicators! That is why I welcomed the conceal-and-carry crap enacted last year in Minnesota. Because as soon as those generous laws are followed up with some “Quick Pedestrian Justice” immunity-type laws, I will be, as they say in my country, “in hog heaven.”
I won’t actually shoot anyone; I will merely wave my piece around in an unhinged, cringe-worthy manner. At that point, I will probably be shot by a fellow pedestrian who is protecting her young.
1 Comments:
Last night I had a dream that John Kerry wanted to be my friend and he kept turning to me for inspirational quotes. I felt pretty cool about having such a potentially powerful guy as a pal, but at the same time, he seemed a little creepy.
Personal space, John; I enjoy it. You don't have to speak directly into my ear all the time.
After a while I was thinking: "Just go and be president, already. Cripes."
My comment has nothing to do with your post. I just thought I'd let you know about my dream. Here's the comment that I have about your post: The mental image of you dancing about in growling circles waving a handgun is terrifying to me. Seriously. Even, though I've known you for years and am relatively confident that I would not be the recipent of your pedestrian justice, I would be flat on the pavement finding religion.
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