The Kitchen Table / That's Right

The peppers are beginning to come in!

While diddling around I stumbled across a cute joke at Daniel J. Mitchell.

You may have heard on the news about a southern California man put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned 100 guns and allegedly had (by rough estimate) 100,000 rounds of ammunition stored in his home. The house also featured a secret escape tunnel.

My favorite quote from the dimwit television reporter: “Wow! He has about a quarter million machine gun bullets.” The headline referred to it as a “massive weapons cache”.

Keep reading-- it's pretty funny.

By southern California standards someone owning 100,000 rounds would be called “mentally unstable”. Just imagine if he lived elsewhere:

In Arizona, he’d be called “an avid gun collector”.

In Texas, he’d be called “a novice gun collector”.

In Utah, he’d be called “moderately well prepared”, but they’d probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of stored food.

In Montana, he’d be called “The neighborhood ‘Go-To’ guy”.

In Idaho, he’d be called “a likely gubernatorial candidate”.

In Wyoming, he’d be called “an eligible bachelor”.

In Wisconsin, he’d be called “a deer hunting buddy”.

And, in Alabama, we just call him “Bubba”.

Mr. Big Food and I were once in the company of a fair number of anti-gun folks and a former FBI agent. Mr. Former FBI-- who, by the way, was carrying a concealed gun on a campus-- was telling a story involving "thousands of rounds of ammunition." OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!

Do you know what it takes to have thousands of rounds of ammunition? 

About four boxes of these.