Well, just what shall I get Damsel for Mothers Day? BLING-BLING? Naw, she has plenty of that already. This time she needs BANG-BANG!

As usual, I met with the boss last week to discuss current activities, progress and problems. When it came time to discuss planned absences, I mentioned that I needed some time off that afternoon to go and pick up Damsel’s Mothers’ Day gift.
“That’s fine,” he said, “What are you going to get her?” he asked.
“A Smith & Wesson 686-6 three-fifty-seven magnum revolver,” I answered.
“No, really . . .” he chuckled.
“Seriously,” I replied, “that’s what she wants. You should have seen her face light up the first time I suggested such a thing. You would have thought I offered her a pair of 200 karat diamond-encrusted slippers and a coach ride to the Prince’s Ball.”
“The Damsel takes pride in our home and garden,” I said, “and home security is definitely on her list of essential ‘housewares.'”
“Right,” the boss said slowly as he mused, as though to ponder how his spouse might consider such a concept, “that’s important these days.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Inset: Not a bad first firing group – five of seven rounds in the “stop zone.”

What disturbs me about the demonstrations is that it’s tantamount to saying, “I am going to come into your country even if it means breaking your laws and there’s nothing you can do about it.†It’s an “in your face†action and speaking just for me I don’t like it one little bit. If there were a half dozen pairs of gonads in Washington bigger than English peas it wouldn’t be happening. Where are you, you bunch of lilly livered, pantywaist, forked tongued, sorry excuses for defenders of The Constitution? 


