So it’s Father’s Day, and what better way to spend the morning than blasting guns with one’s daughter? Alas, while Sarah did agree to accompany me to the range, we encountered Libertarian Advocate at the place and he insisted she try his Sig-Sauer P226. She did, and promptly abandoned me and my beautiful Freedom Arms 97, spending the rest of the morning with LA’s gun, and him, blasting paper.
I can live with that indignity, but I’m saddened to think that a daughter of mine could be seduced by an ugly chunk of black
metal plastic when there was a jewel of hand craftsmanship ready and waiting.
I blame her mother’s genes (or Bush). As for Libertarian Advocate, the heck with him, the bastard!