Chat with a moonbat
Had lunch today with a moonbat friend of mine (see, I can be friends with a lefty moonbat, I just didn’t want my daughter in law to marry one, but she did anyway). I told him how I impulsively agreed to guest blog on this Tennesseans site (at which point he turned on his Tennessee accent [he was raised in rural Tennessee] which was fun and really weird). I explained how I had to be careful not to screw up Uncles traffic as we’ll probably meet up at the Gun Blogger Rendezvous (Reno, NV in October) and he could whoop me for it.
Then I laughed and told him everyone is very polite.He looked at me questioningly, eyebrow raised. I said “Everyone is armed.”
He paused a few seconds and said “Yeah, I can see that.”
The moral of the story here is I’m reaching this guy. Slowly, but surely, he is opening his eyes.
