I walk with a length of turned oak topped by a brass hame made by the Amish, because I’m a feeble old man with a game leg.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I wonder when the public will have enough nonsense and do a one-for-one payback to their elitist politicians who let these murdering savages in. Would they make the same choice if they new that the first refugee murder would be swiftly followed by their own.