No way will I argue with a stranger about this election.
In a store parking lot a few days ago, I parked next to a bewigged and overly made-up middle-aged lady, who’s car was loaded with bumper stickers for dem candidates in our local and state elections, and a BIG Obama sticker on her back bumper. We got into a short conversation about what a nice day it was, and she asked me who I was going to vote for. I said I was voting for Obama. I didn’t want to get into an argument with her and have to punch her out in case she got into my face, and get her nasty face makeup all over my fist.
I will, but I carry a gun. In those states where conceal/carry exists, thugs attack at their own risk.
Shucks, I will.
And IF an Obamidiot thug attempts to attack me, there will soon be a thug’s funeral.
“Speak softly and carry a large-caliber handgun” is my motto.
If I’m asked, I’ll gladly state what I think of that crack-smoking homosexual Muslim street thug from Chicago.
No problem.