One can now hunt, in the comfort of one’s own home, with no season and no limit, the following game animals; fools, socialists, GangGreenies - opps, I’m getting repetitive.
Fortunately, you and I are in the same position as was Voltaire when he prayed, “Lord, make my enemies ridiculous”
Now, as in Voltaire’s case, G*d has been generous and granted our prayers.
Yeah, Bro, but how do you handle some little metrosexual who would crap his britches first time a big gator showed up on the porch? Hell, these folks are scared out of their minds by a crazy PR boy with a boxcutter!
Shit, buddy, maybe I am too damned dumb to be scared.
Whatever, how will you ever get any sleep down there, in the big swamp? Goodness, gracious, one of them gators is gonna grab your butt!