My new place has excellent fields of fire. With my wife in the kitchen with 00 buck, I can cover ALL other approaches from upstairs.
I’ve got a bearded lesbian (?) neighbor who, the day I took possession, flew her palestinian and gay flags so that only I (recently back from volunteering in the IDF) could see them on the shed where she is an “Intimacy Consulting Coach.” I think that means whore. Everyone knows that if I flew my Israeli flag out front, she’d call ANTIFA Portland (2 miles away) and they’d burn me out. So I don’t fly it subsidiary to my American Flag, yet. But the day may come when they attack, and I’ll have leftist bodies stacked like cordwood.
I recommend they not start a Civil War.
I’ve made Samuel Whittemore, Menotomy, Massachusetts 19 April 1775, during the Revolutionary War my new personal hero for the 250 Anniversary Celebration.
“Madame” is probably more accurate.
But I quibble…