The old man was afraid of nothing. Nothing except for maybe outdoors and other people. Everybody but the young redhead. Seemed to be the only person left in the world who truly gave a major deuce about him. He knew that wasn’t true. But he was somewhat dumbstruck and bumfuzzled of the world around him. Shit gettin’ real and too close to home.
He had a dream. His favorite dreaming was a run down Leif Erikson, certainly sub-sixes, it is downhill after all. Barker Ajax puffing alongside, still puzzling the latest conspiracy theory. Some have suggested Donald Trump called for the ban on Muslims just to instigate this kind of domestic terrorism. The last two attacks have targeted bureaucrats and gays. That can’t be an accident.
Notice no golf courses are ever attacked.
In the dream, the old man was young and fleet and fit. Or why else dream? They liked to run to the top of the first hill, about six miles, turn around and blast. A workout like that will make an athlete beer-worthy.
Here’s my conspiracy theory. Americans, those smart enough, coalesce around the concept, perhaps mentioned in our Constitution and Bill Of Rights, that we are essentially no different from those we feel are The Others. You and me no different from Them.
Students shot, children killed, public servants butchered, LGBT slaughtered. If everybody who has lost a loved one to gun violence, about the worst disease killing Americans, if we all got together and simply supported common sense gun laws to prohibit crazy motherfuckers from obtaining firearms. Dream that.
Joke’s long over, folks. Bugs are eating some people’s brains. Only explanation makes sense.
https://www.thetrace.org/2015/12/gun-violence-stats-2015/