It could happen here.
Nope. We got guns and we're gonna keep them.
“It could happen here.”
I breezily mentioned to my husband yesterday that I wish 5 million patriotic Americans would show up in D.C. on the 4th. Without missing a beat, my husband retorted, “We’d probably get shot.”
I’m 57, nearly 58, and for the first time in my life, I feel fear of my own government and president—a brand new emotion that I still don’t know how to handle. Thinking about tyranny has heretofore been strictly a theoretical exercise.
And no doubt, will again.