"grandma, why do you have three shotguns?" i asked, a mere lad of five in awe of grandma's arsenal.
"in case the communists win, dear." she calmly responded, and returned to her knitting.
that was many years ago... but i was reminded of it today, as i was shoplifting shopping for spongebob merchandise at a walmart. there was a soccer mom at the gun counter, with her child, and the following discussion was had:
"mommy, why do we need three shotguns?" the son asked, a mere lad in five in awe of mommy's credit line.
"in case the terrorists win, dear." she calmly responded, and returned to the transaction.
"god bless america!" the clerk said, with vigor.
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