an armed society is a polite society is the kind of slogan i often hear at a bar.
you know the stage of drunkenness--head weaving a little because of some otherwise undetectable wind currents, slurred speech, glassy eyes.
it seems to often come from some flinstone wearied by previously staving off of a gang of "liberals" who "tried to brainwash him"...
the kinda guy who might well have a gun in his knapsack.
i sure feel better knowing that his version of politesse can be enforced by spraying bullets around a tavern, should it come down to it.
nothing goes together better than alcohol and a gun.
the only better combination is alcohol and a presidential debate.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
Last edited by roachboy; 10-15-2004 at 08:34 AM..
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