|Oh, the material overfloweth
||[Feb. 29th, 2008|08:39 am]
For some reason, the ride home (where I formulate most of my journal entries) was LOADED with fun last night, but I'm going to save them for lunch and for days when the batteries are running low. |
Besides....Virginia, o, Virginia!
Once again, you baffle me. So, let me get this straight, still no sodomy, but I can carry a concealed weapon in a bar? Because at one time you screened me and I was a fine upstanding citizen then?
Have you been in a bar lately? That fine upstanding citizen (who feels the need to carry a lethal weapon -- which, right there, you should be glad I'm not doing the screening, because unless it's part of your job...I'd question your sanity. But okay, fine, that's why I'm not in charge) WAS a fine upstanding citizen three years ago.
But in the meantime, his wife has been having an affair with the plumber and has kicked him out of the house. He lives in a Motel 6 now. And he's bitter because he's been in the same deadend job he was in three years ago and it's still 10 years until he can retire and his new boss is half his age and is riding Mr. Upstanding Citizen's ass because he likes to print out his e-mails.
I dunno, I do NOT want this guy tossing back a few too many whiskies and packing a gun in an environment that is...ooh, let us say, PRONE to breeding misunderstandings?
Not to mention the two women I know with concealed permits who keep their weapons in their PURSES and sling them over the back of a chair. (I know, they're already carrying them into bars and restaurants illegally, and I've half a mind to report them...but they pack heat and that gives me a little pause, you know?)
And in the glove compartment, without a concealed weapon permit? This is a good idea because? If I was a Virginia State Trooper, I'd be tempted to cap every traffic stop I had. Gol-lee. It's bad enough they have to fear the criminals. Now that have to fear some bitter gun-owner who has HAD IT UP TO HERE with the speed limit and NO ONE can tell him where he has to store his weapon...
Note: my journal, my opinion. My gun-toting, civil rights defending friends, I'm not interested in how wrong I am. Unless you're going to be really, really funny.