Gimmee Another Round

The following was written on 4/7/77 and apparently never published on Blogger. I can build these computers with a certain degree of certainty that they will work beyond specifications and not be a D.O.A. when the juice is applied for the first time. I was angry when I wrote this.I am still angry about it because it seems that nothing can be done to save us from the situation even in the age of Obamaa. I'd like him to read this.
Anyway....Here it is warts and all...I called it Gimmee Another Round. The name stands up.




The last two days have been a dip into the old memory file for me. Having been out of Virginia for about twenty years, I thought nothing would make me wax philosophical about "the Old Dominion". Actually, the twelve years my wife and I spent (very happily) in Richmond were full of good friends and good cheer. Nothing could prepare me for what happend at the home of the 'Hokies'.
For first time visitors to Virginia, especially from up north, it really is for lovers; especially if you don't have to drive in the winter. The lightest coating of snow makes a die hard Virginian turn to silly putty. Forget about ice! Ice storms were so prevalent in Richmond, that one could enter the enclosed mall, not know that the temperature had fallen fifteen degrees, exit with purchases and then be able to move a three thousand pound automobile with one finger! It's worse when one is behind the controls and suddenly realizes that the downside of the hill ahead is glistening with ice. This is not a good situation.
Most of the time, the weather was fairly good. The hills were really alive with beautiful greenery. Flowers and shrubs grew on command. Lawns were lush and water was plentiful; and cheap. People did well by each other (basically). There were the expected murders, rapes, and homicides; but all in all, everything was quiet when compared to the heavily industrialized Yankee states up North.
Nobody could have forseen what occurred in Blacksburg; no one! A true Virginian would not question the student's ability to obtain a firearm. We used to pass a gun shop almost every day located on Midlothian Turnpike in Richmond. It was always busy. It seems that the laws concerning the purchasing and owning of firearms in the OLD capital of the Confederacy date back to the time just before the Declaration of Independance was signed. That is to say that you could buy one if you were white, male, and not a slave. Things aint a changed that much.
By golly, it was that boy's right to bear arms. It's right there in the NRA rule book, the Constitution of the United States. It's everybody's right to bear arms. We gotta pertect owrseves fum them dang yankee dawgs..........RIGHT? Even if the old brain es expectorating right and left, a person still has a right to bear arms. You just never know when it will come in handy.....just never.
Those thirty-two people who died at the hands of the dumbell are all sitting together in Heaven (perhaps) discussing how lucky it was that they were all available to SHOW the living just how righteous we are in our ability to purchase and discharge a firearm. It just almost brings a tear to my eye. What good is a gun if there is no living target. You can't kill a wall!!!! You can't discharge a firearm and watch a cement brick die; bricks don't bleed.
One fine day this mental midget, who had already been diagnosed but could not be treated for legal reasons, picks up his portable p---s, shines it up, loads it up, and goes out for a good shoot! It sounds like an all American day in the park. Knock off a few pigeons, and then aim for the bigger game. The firing field was still just a little to unfair to the shooter. He had bigger things in mind. Get the targets scared and alone in classrooms and then pick them off one at a time. What a great all American sport. After all, our vice-president enjoys a good shoot-em-up now and again. He's just waiting for his friend to heal so that they can go out again; and maybe this time the target will really die. Where will Cheney mount the head?
It is HIGH time to stand up and tell the NUT in the White House that we have had enough. Gun dealers, manufacturers, and the NRA (all tied up together) have had too good a time of it. It is time to turn this train around.........unless you expect your son or daughter to come home from school in a pine box.