“Who’d you vote for?” Mrs. Sharpshooter asks. “Excuse me?” “The last election. Which candidate?” You take a closer look and almost immediately you can sense it. The awkwardness in the way they hold their weapons. These people never picked up a gun before today. They probably don’t even have the safety on. They’re swinging them around, aiming at one another as they chat without realizing they could accidentally take each other’s heads off with an errant sneeze. It’s a miracle they didn’t shoot you. Democrats.
