Pistol Packers!
As everyone knows, the official Druid position on guns is, the more, the better. That’s because there are too many people and most of them are no damn good. So arming all the people that are no damn good should result in a bunch of them thinning one another out. Seems logical, right.
One can only hope. Over at the Tejano do yer Zipper up Legislature the debato mucho is, Let’s let the permitted pack at college. Good Goddess! That is such a great idea. What a great idea that is. All the students at college with gun permits, or not, may pack concealed guns. What a great idea?
Looking back, I dimly recall how nervous, miserable and powerless I generally felt on campus. That’s because I didn’t have my gun on. If I had had my gun, I would have felt less nervous, less miserable and powerful. Yes. I bet my grades would have shot up, no pun intended.
Universal pistol packing for all the permitted is, of course, the ultimate goal of all the permitted pistol packers. I mean, you know, constantly taking your guns off, and then having to constantly put them back on is incredibly annoying. It’s like way harder than in the westerns. In the westerns at least, the fellows could whip those belts on or off quite easily. But not so with the clumsy gear required to harness concealed pistolos.
Course also, in the westerns, only the bad guys carried concealed weapons. Yes. The evil doers in the westerns were often sneaks with little sissy guns up their sleeves. But then along came the Maverick family. The Maverick family made sissy guns up your sleeves more socially acceptable.
OK. The Boy Giant Goliath is fixing to commit multiple homicides at school. He walks into geology class. The professor is explaining why Planet Earth can’t be more than 10,000 years old. The Boy Giant Goliath waxes furious. I can’t take any more of this bullshit, the Boy Giant Goliath surmises. So the Boy Giant Goliath asks permission to go to the restroom. But where he really goes is out to his car. He opens the car trunk. He climbs in the car trunk. He puts on his guns. He puts on his raincoat over his guns. Back to geology class heads the Boy Giant Goliath.
Now the question is, did the Boy Giant Goliath notice which ones of his classmates were probable packers. Cause, for the Boy Giant Goliath to make much progress, he needs to shoot the pistol packers first.
One can only hope. Over at the Tejano do yer Zipper up Legislature the debato mucho is, Let’s let the permitted pack at college. Good Goddess! That is such a great idea. What a great idea that is. All the students at college with gun permits, or not, may pack concealed guns. What a great idea?
Looking back, I dimly recall how nervous, miserable and powerless I generally felt on campus. That’s because I didn’t have my gun on. If I had had my gun, I would have felt less nervous, less miserable and powerful. Yes. I bet my grades would have shot up, no pun intended.
Universal pistol packing for all the permitted is, of course, the ultimate goal of all the permitted pistol packers. I mean, you know, constantly taking your guns off, and then having to constantly put them back on is incredibly annoying. It’s like way harder than in the westerns. In the westerns at least, the fellows could whip those belts on or off quite easily. But not so with the clumsy gear required to harness concealed pistolos.
Course also, in the westerns, only the bad guys carried concealed weapons. Yes. The evil doers in the westerns were often sneaks with little sissy guns up their sleeves. But then along came the Maverick family. The Maverick family made sissy guns up your sleeves more socially acceptable.
OK. The Boy Giant Goliath is fixing to commit multiple homicides at school. He walks into geology class. The professor is explaining why Planet Earth can’t be more than 10,000 years old. The Boy Giant Goliath waxes furious. I can’t take any more of this bullshit, the Boy Giant Goliath surmises. So the Boy Giant Goliath asks permission to go to the restroom. But where he really goes is out to his car. He opens the car trunk. He climbs in the car trunk. He puts on his guns. He puts on his raincoat over his guns. Back to geology class heads the Boy Giant Goliath.
Now the question is, did the Boy Giant Goliath notice which ones of his classmates were probable packers. Cause, for the Boy Giant Goliath to make much progress, he needs to shoot the pistol packers first.
posted by ray pistrum at Thursday, April 02, 2009
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