Starting in 2008 when the Democrats nominated a radical candidate for office named Burt, "The Black" Bacharach O'Brian, guns began a disappearing act. No one could find the all important trophy taking AR-15 version 100.1 with the bayonet mount, laser site mounting rail, and the Golden inlay of the greatest Charleston Heston quote of all time, "You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers." The second greatest CH quote remains a distant second; "Take your filthy hands off of me, you damned, dirty ape!" from the film noir, Cell Block Lovers.
Now the truth is out. Not about the film noir and Heaston's co-star, Jimmy "I've got a million of 'em" Durante. The only copy remains sealed inside President Ronald Reagan's tomb.
No, it's the truth about the world wide shortage of copper jacketed, pre-lubricated, and ribbed for your pleasure, .22 caliber Long Rifle cartridges.
Someone has been buying them. Most of the buyers have used the secret name, 'Bubba.' Others used the name 'Sue' made so famous by Johnny Cash song about a boy named Bob and his part time job cleaning floors in Folsom Prison. That song, Squeal like a Pig, stayed Number One for 40 weeks saving our ears from the would be great sound track of the movie, Deliverance.
The NRA has been tracking Bubba and Sue since yesterday. Today, we know that we don't know the known knowns as well as we know the unknown unknowns. We do know there are things we don't know we don't know.
If you're still sane and have read this far, ammo sales have doubled despite desperate claims of shortage.
If you want to read a rational explanation with quotes from the private industry aka the Merchants of Death, Brotherhood of Blam, and the Mother of all Orphans, the National Rifle Association, click here.
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Sunday, August 31, 2014
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