A true New Englander, I got my hands nasty and sticky with Lobster yesterday and got into a fight with a southerner about the constructionist vs. activist interpretation of the 2nd amendment. The only problem was that the 2nd amendment advocate and sub-Mason-Dixon Line resident happened to be the uncle of my friend who was lovely enough to invite me to enjoy the treasure of the sea at her childhood home. Seems that wine makes me unable to withhold opinions about stupid, antiquated notions that are misinterpreted to support the "I do what I want" American attitude that is pervasive among those that are quick to call the defense of any other amendment (let's go ahead and say the 1st) as activist and disgraceful.
Prior to my spirited dinner engagement, my day would have read as just plain boring. The sole salvation to the Day Which Will Not Be Remembered was this
lovely little tidbit brought to my attention by my Uncle. Instantly, I realized why Pres. Bush didn't consider
boycotting the Olympics- even for a second. I imagine that Laura was hovering close by, grin plastered on her face- like a good wifey should.
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