Wow, I’m impressed by the severity of the storm at times. Torrential rains at times with one very loud clap of thunder. It shook up the building and since I was in the tub at the time, I thought the floor was finally failing me.

You’re walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children.

Suddenly, a Terrorist with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, raises the knife, and charges at you…

You are carrying a Glock 21 cal. 45 ACP, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family. What do you do?

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Democrat’s Answer:

Well, that’s not enough information to answer the question! What is a Glock 21 cal. 45 ACP?

Does the man look poor or oppressed? Is he really a terrorist? Am I guilty of profiling? Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?

Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand? What does the law say about this situation?

Does the pistol have an appropriate safety built into it? Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children?

Is it possible he’d be happy with just killing me? Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound me?

Should I call 9-1-1? Why is this street so deserted? Can we make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.

I need to debate this with some friends for a few days and try to come to a consensus. This is all so confusing!

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Republican’s Answer:

BANG!

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Southerner’s Answer:

BANG!
BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Click…..

(Sounds of reloading)

BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG!
Click.

Daughter: “Nice grouping, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Federal Hollow Points?!”

Son: “Can I shoot the next one?!”

Wife: “You are NOT taking that to a Taxidermist!

It’s just wrong that people that pay for insurance are being forced to buy lesser plans and penalized if they opt for a “gold plan” that would be what they had before the ACA. Of course those that get free healthcare get the “gold plan” coverage without any copays.

We are paying double for less insurance and twice the copay. For all the people that get free insurance, I hope the changes cost you money, a lot of money.

I’m sure most of you were aware of the tax election in Santa Fe recently, supposedly to fund Pre-K education for 1000 poor kids living in S.F.  Well, it was defeated and pretty soundly at that, but it raised an issue with me about the people that supported the tax. One of the ones that really raised my hackles was the archdiocese of New Mexico. Soooo. . . . that prompted me to write another letter to the editor.

Now that the ridiculous soda tax debate has been settled, Pre-K still needs funding. My suggestion is to remove the tax exempt status of the Catholic Church since the archdiocese can’t stay out of politics. Separation of church and state does not preclude the personnel from talking about issues, but they should not take an official stance on any political issue. Just my opinion.

I’m sure that it will be taken as a helpful and honest suggestion by the hundreds of thousands of Catholics in this state.

A teacher asks the kids in her 7th grade class: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Little Larry says: “I wanna start out as a Fighter Pilot, then be a billionaire and go to expensive clubs.

I’ll find me the finest whore, give her a Ferrari worth over a million bucks, an apartment in Copacabana, a mansion inParis, a jet to travel throughout Europe, and an Infinite Visa Card.
And all the while, I’ll be banging her like a loose screen door in a hurricane.”

The teacher, shocked and not knowing what to do with this horrible response from little Larry, decides not to acknowledge what he said and simply tries to continue with the lesson.
“And how about you, Sarah?”
“I wanna be Larry’s whore”

Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.