When the lights go out from an EMP, and the person remote, behind my loud doorknob insists he owns my inside in, and I am positive he is not my mother, I want him to discover .380, firm in digits, and deep in heart.
My family is with Locke. We can’t wait on the police to protect us. They are busy rescuing cats and ticketing loose dogs and tailgating.
We can responsibly protect ourselves. We’re doing it right now. It doesn’t cost the city a cent, sitting here, watching over ourselves.