I'll beg your forgiveness. You see, I have a friend here who is an author - a real author, unlike my pretense-ridden self - who shot me a message a few days ago intimating that there is a character in his most recent novel that I might find excessive interest in, so I've been reading his series. I've not gotten to the introduction of that character yet, but the series, being of a post-apocalyptic, SHTF nature, may have crept into my thinking somewhat, perhaps coloring my thought process just a bit.
Now, I wouldn't hop astride a horse and shoot the average sight seeing passer-by, not even in my befuddles state, but I might make it forcefully known that they ought to KEEP ON passing by. I mean, the county IS trying to promote tourism, and I wouldn't want to attract the sort of tourist that is looking for a gun fight, y'know? It's just the ones who might stop at my gate and beat it with a stick that would disturb my normal calm enough to bring out the irritable side of me.
Besides, everyone knows that you don't leave them hanging on the fence. that's what scarecrows are for. It's common knowledge that you take the unsightly corpses and drop them in abandoned mine shafts before going back in to see what's on the idiot tube! Why, if I were going to leave bodies laying about, I might as well put a few rusted and abandoned cars up on blocks in my yard too, to complete the effect!
Too much work to bury 'em - whether cars or interlopers - but that's what we have abandoned mine shafts for!
One of my great ambitions in life is to make Nancy Pelosi swoon. There's always hope!
P.S. - you know me too well, methinks. Said Black Rifle is indeed propped against the wall next to my throne - erm, I mean chair - while I sit typing, always within easy reach in case of a disturbance of my calm.
Now, I wouldn't hop astride a horse and shoot the average sight seeing passer-by, not even in my befuddles state, but I might make it forcefully known that they ought to KEEP ON passing by. I mean, the county IS trying to promote tourism, and I wouldn't want to attract the sort of tourist that is looking for a gun fight, y'know? It's just the ones who might stop at my gate and beat it with a stick that would disturb my normal calm enough to bring out the irritable side of me.
Besides, everyone knows that you don't leave them hanging on the fence. that's what scarecrows are for. It's common knowledge that you take the unsightly corpses and drop them in abandoned mine shafts before going back in to see what's on the idiot tube! Why, if I were going to leave bodies laying about, I might as well put a few rusted and abandoned cars up on blocks in my yard too, to complete the effect!
Too much work to bury 'em - whether cars or interlopers - but that's what we have abandoned mine shafts for!
One of my great ambitions in life is to make Nancy Pelosi swoon. There's always hope!
P.S. - you know me too well, methinks. Said Black Rifle is indeed propped against the wall next to my throne - erm, I mean chair - while I sit typing, always within easy reach in case of a disturbance of my calm.
Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’