Well, by that criterion, I’m happy, Happy, HAPPY! The sons of one’s youth are all over the landscape.
Moslem Jihadists can get outtahere, because I’ve got them outnumbered, at least in this little corner of North Carolina.
That’s the problem with Ishmael. He is/was an archer. Hotheaded, he’s always shooting at something. Therefore *his* quiver is perpetually empty. :-)