“...damn Shiner”?
“...TAKE AWAY THAT DAMN SHINER”???
Grabbing the longneck in his teeth, with a Gov’t Model in each hand,
the Fat Boy snarls,
“Come on, you heathen, Schumer-lovin’, Yankee Democrats! I DARE YA!”
Family members sidle out with hard stares as they form a skirmish line:
- Wife sides her man. She has 12ga pump shotgun - 8 rounds of 00 Buck,
sidesaddle full of Brenneke’s, bandoleer with 30 rounds.
The daughters take the flanks:
- Older daughter has the M-1, vest full of .30-06 clips; her fiancee smiles
slightly as he brings his Remington 11-87 to port arms;
- Younger daughter has the AR-15, her fiancee has his Dad’s registered M-16,
their flak vest pockets bulge with loaded magazines.
(the serious reinforcements will arrive shortly!!)
The wife speaks,
“We don’t cotton to Shiner thieves ‘round these here parts, mister.”
(faint banjo music in background... “Deliverance!”)
The boy with the M-16 asks,
“Now, were you just leavin’? Or were ya gonna whistle “Dixie”?
(There is a sudden, ominous stillness. Far off in the distance a coyote howls.....)
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Jeez, Mal, you never mess with a man’s woman, guns, or Shiner Bock!
(Or his Harley, or his kids, or his dogs, or..., or..., or....n)
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Oh, yes. Thank you anyway for the offer of a collection.
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Either you believe in the Second Amendment or you don't.
Stick it to 'em!
RKBA!
[This message has been edited by Dennis (edited January 30, 2000).]