The High-Risk Godly Life

If you took I-15 northeast out of Los Angeles,
you might find yourself in Barstow,
and if you persisted in following the highway,
and your radiator did not start coughing dust,
you might come to Las Vegas.
And, as if that were not enough,
your should eventually come to Salt Lake City.

However, if you did not drive that far,
you might find yourself still in the district
of Assemblyman Tim Donnelly.
Were that to happen, and should you take my advice,
you should get back in the car and head for Barstow,
or Sin City; somewhere beyond the reach
of Mr. Donnelly and how God wants you to live.

"Guns," Mr. Donnelly says, "are used an average of
three million times a year. . . . That's like 6,900 times a day."
Oh, Mr. Donnelly admits, "That's the high end of the statistics.
Other people say its only 200 times a day. Whatever
that number is, they are used to defend human life.
They are used to defend our property
and our families and our faith and our freedom,
and [This is a big "and", folks!] they are absolutely essential
to living the way God intended for us to live."

So unless you want to live the way God intended for us to live,
it might be the essence of good sense to fill up your gas tank
before you get to Mr. Donnelly's district, and go right to Barstow,
and beyond, to Las Vegas, to where some old-fashioned
sin and degradation rule supreme, unprotected
by the high end of gunfire statistics, as God intended.

"Please, somebody pour me a drink!

I have been driving all day,"

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