With the elections over and The Great and Powerful Ozbama opening the Office of The President Elect (which I am guessing it is a way to say “I want the White House now but I can’t evict the darn occupants just yet), I’ve been reading how the press is finally fessing up to admit they might have been a bit biased in the coverage of the elections in favor of Obama. Well dearies, we kinda suspected that for a while now, maybe that is one reason newspapers have had such dismal sales numbers.
I read the news but yet I did not fall into despair or got mad and from what I have seen among my conservative friends, none of them are suffering from any mental malady because of the election results and sudden confessions of bias from the Mainstream Media. OK, the wallets are taking serious hits as we stock up for the possible renewal of the AWB, hoarding up ammo and raiding reloading supplies but today at the range a whole bunch of us were making jokes about The Great and Powerful Ozbama and happily sending bullets away in our monthly IDPA match. It occurred to me that besides political differences we have great lifestyles differences between the Conservatives and the Liberals. After Bush won both elections, support groups, holistic therapy, aromatherapy and whatever New Age B.S. available for those Liberals that went into catatonic state due to the pressure of having the Oval Office under the evil spell of a Republican. And let us not forget those who actually left the country for foreign Liberal pastures in Canada and Europe (Why they did not go to the Socialist paradises of Cuba and Venezuela remains a mystery to this day) only to return when they could not find a Starbucks or Birkenstocks or good quality tofu in the streets of the South of France or the corners of Montreal.
We Conservatives in South Florida, clung today to our guns with evil high capacity magazines engaged in a barbaric game of violence plus contributed to the Global Warming problem with the gases created by the discharge of our weapons. We laughed, pulled jokes on each other, gave tips where to find the best lead for bullet casting, initiated some 5 new fellows into the Gun Culture and enjoyed a nice day under the sun by the Everglades. The only aromatherapy needed was the smell of burnt propellant and the aromatic smoke of the cigar smokers, our group therapy was the Course of Fire Walk-Through with the inevitable jokes that seem to pop no matter how serious we take our shooting.
And then we left the range, tired yet refreshed with accomplishment. Satisfied we spent several hours with optimists & patriots who take the important stuff serious but not themselves. We hopped in our vehicles to our individual destinations still aware that The Great and Powerful Ozbama will try to make our lives miserable but we will not scare and we certainly will not run away to other countries because this is our country which we promised to defend against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
And we will do it.