to check out the Weapons of Mass Destruction. Though when you’ve seen one Weapon of Mass Destruction youv’e pretty much seen them all. Funny thing, though thousands stood in line to see them, you couldn’t get within thirty feet without standing in line for hours, vetted through a gate with multiple sailors checking a multitude of information, and a metal detector. Marines armed with M-16s and 1911 sidearms patroled the chainlink and constantine wire perimeter. The Canadians up the quay had nothing to fear, which begs the question:

I grew up on the high cascade huntin’ and fishin’, fightin and f_ckin’, and pretty much mindin’ my own damned business. Had a gun when I was eight, a pony at ten; was ridin’ line on a cattle ranch at fifteen, just me and a couple of horses, a couple of dogs, a bunch of cows and a whole lot of high desert sky. My dad, uncles, grand-dads were all VFW, worked in the woods, in the sawmill or out on the ranch, as did I. I’m pretty sure the whole family – hell, the whole town of Gilchrest, maybe even all of North Klamath County- voted for Ike, twice. Grew up with pretty strong American – Western American – values, I did; grew up in a country, a culture, fearing nothing but fear itself.

When did we become such a nation of pussies?