"Hey, man! I said 'hold my beer,' not 'drink it.' Damn, son."
One of the pleasures of country living, at least here in Alabama, is the burn pile. Brush, scrap wood, cardboard, nasty ol' blankets, mattresses and carcasses they won't take at the dump... once it gets hot enough, almost anything'll burn. Add a balmy night and a cold beer for a passing hobo and you got a right pleasant way to pass an hour or two.
“The more you say I can’t say something, the more urgent it is for me to say it,” he insisted. “It has nothing to do with what you’re saying I can’t say. It has everything to do with my right and my
Here's a link to a post at Reason about the FASTER program to train teachers and school administrators how to respond to "active shooter" events. The program apparently covers both defensive use of w
Imagine a surgeon, sworn to heal, to save lives, to do no harm. His country calls him to war. He is stationed on a faraway island, in a canvas tent with a dirt floor that offers little respite from
