Mother Russia
My squeeze is outta town, and I spent most of last night dreaming about bad guys breaking into my house. I slept for shit.
In one dream, I fired a shotgun at an intruder. I always imagined in my waking day that shooting someone with a shotgun would be an easy thing, it being a shotgun and all. But in my dream the truth was revealed. Firing a shotgun indoors, in the dark, was not at all what I expected. First there’s the fearsome report of a gun fired inside an enclosed space, and then there’s the blinding flash of the muzzle in the dark. Let’s not forget the sucker also kicks like a mule. Under such realistic circumstances, it’s not at all certain that you’ve hit your mark, and that you’ve neutralized the danger.
But it tells me I don’t need to have a shotgun at the ready for home assaults. If a bad guy wants to break into my house I think I’ll just let him and my German Shepherd work it out between them, and keep the guns outta play.
On a completely different note, I know that some of you and I are of the same cohort - Baby Boomers, we're called. We grew up in Cold War
Do you remember the Red Army Men’s Choir from that Cold War era? They always scared the bajezus outta me: Those dour looks, those dark Russian songs of sacrifice and angst. I’d watch them on TV and think, “One day we may have to go up against those ************* (sons of a gun) , and they look pretty tough.”
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you know they still had nuK drills up into the 80's where i lived in Fla ....they went like this ... the sirene would sound then all the kids would climb under our little pressed wood tables, roll up into a ball of sorts, and then hold our books over the backs of our heads. this was what was supposed to protect us from the blast and to protect us from dealing with the fall out each class had it's on lavatory... not sure bout that lol
i got sent to the office once for asking "how in the f**k is this table gonna protect me from the same sort of blast that toasted everything on that island in japan" the funny part was i wasn't in it for curseing but for saying things to frighten the other kids .. how dumb is that ..?
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