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A Citadel, for Only $208. Each!

The first gun I ever owned was a lever-action, Marlin 30-30.  It was just about everything a high school kid needed.  I did not know, at the time, but some of the other kids were having a lot more fun.  I had bargained for weeks with a scurrilous neighbor, and finally brought the gun home.  

 It was mostly let's-pretend.  Let's pretend I'm a skilled hunter.  Let's pretend I'm a cowboy.  Let's pretend I'm herding cows, riding the Purple Sage, and protecting the dogies from coyotes.  

 I was born too soon.  I should have waited until about now.  Up in Idaho, a bunch of patriots are going to build a Citadel out in the woods to protect themselves from people like you and me.  They are charging the first 9,000 people $208. each to get on the list.  They are going to set up a firearms factory, and manufacture automatic pistols and AK-15 rifles, which the government may outlaw by the time they get organized.

 Getting organized might be a problem because they aren't going to organize.  They are just going to get together and build tree houses and Hobbit houses with round doors and probably some stakes set on end around the perimeter to keep varmints and freedom-haters out.  Communists and Socialists and Liberals and Reg'lar Republicans are not welcome.  But if you have $208., and if you love Jesus and the way the country was before the Communists and Socialists and Reg'lar Republicans took over, you might want to give living on the south side of a mossy tree a thought, next winter.  

 A regular, old Marlin 30-30 is not going to be much consolation, protecting our rights from Liberals and Reg'lar Republicans, but once they get that firearms factory set up, you can pick up a few automatics; for you and your sweetie, and maybe something for the kids to learn on.  

 It's just a dream--something like playing cowboy and hunter when I was a kid, but you never know--maybe you will like home-schooling your kids in a patch of ferns in the rain.  If it protects freedom and decency from Communists and Socialists and the kind of riff-raff that is diluting what goodness we have left, it may be worth it; wood ticks and all.  Anyway, indoor plumbing and health care aren't everything, are they?  

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