Interesting topic over at Sarge's Place, which I read as a discussion about why "gubmint" is off the rails.
Now interestingly, I just happen to be presently dealing with local gubmint that's gone completely off the rails.
Or, if you prefer (as I do):
Don't really want to get into the details now, though I guarantee I will in the near future. Suffice to say that after the meeting I had earlier today, face to face with openly unprincipled and dishonest politicians, bureaucrats and professional government victims, I needed to take a stinging hot shower, scrub down with lysol, and drink a quart of bleach.
As disgusting as the slime is, the problem facing our nation isn't slime. Slime is as slime does. The problem is the sheer number of sovereign American citizens who are perfectly content to let the slime exist and multiply.
Still, it's a bad feeling to look at those people and realize that they don't see you -- in fact cannot see you -- as a sovereign citizen. Nope, in the eyes of the slime you're just a thing, an object to be manipulated.
Need me another quart of bleach just now.
Anyway, on to the main attraction. The B-58 Hustler. Invented to irradiate slime with the MK53BA. Ahh, nostalgia.
Have a great American Day, fellow Sovereigns! Stand by to go weps free on slimy scumbags!