I live way out in the willy-wags...far away from any urban area of any size.
Don’t look for trouble...don’t want any trouble...just wanna grow my garden and live in peace. However, when we do have to go to town, I’m packing an M&P chambered in .357 SIG along with 3 extra mags. That’s 61 shots counting the hot one in the tube, and I would not hesitate to use all 61 of em should I ever be accosted by one of these marxist mobs hellbent on doing me serious harm...all the while LEOs just stand by and watch em do it? No way in hell that’s happen...it’s gonna be a bloodbath. I may end up dead, but I’m taking one helluva pile of em with me.
~ A Rifleman’s Prayer ~
Oh Lord, I would live my life in freedom, peace and happiness, enjoying the simple pleasures of hearth and home.
I would die an old, old man in my own bed, preferably of sexual overexertion.
But if that is not to be, Lord, if monsters such as this should find their way to my little corner of the world on my watch,
then help me to sweep those bastards from the ramparts, because doing that is good, and right, and just.
And if in this I should fall, let me be found atop a pile of brass, behind the wall I made of their corpses.
Amen!