Yeah, I remember 1995. Before that you could have all the guns you wanted on the street, and everything was fine. Then, suddenly, every time you left one laying around, those pesky cops would grab it. Me and the boys'd be down at the saloon shootin' things up--you know, just having fun--and those darn cops would come and make a fuss, even if we didn't wing any bystanders!

Good Lord! I tried to talk my kids into going to college (Georgetown was recruiting my eldest pretty fiercely) They refused. I guess they were smarter than am I. Good thing. Who knows the BS they could have swallowed? Particularly Georgetown, a school many public servants have graduated from.

Thanks!