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Sitting in my chair on the porch. Minding my own business. Just enjoying the quiet, simple life. Smelling the pine straw, something burning. SOMETHING BURNING? Then, I heard the whoosh, followed by clicking and cackling. THIS wasn't normal. I took a big gulp, then set off in pursuit. As I rounded the corner to my shop, this is the view I was greeted with. Yeah. I SO thought about shooting him, but HAD to find out what this was all about. Was he mad at ME again? Sammy the snake? I called out loudly from a respectable distance, weapon at the ready. He lowered the nozzle, and unstrapped the tank. I picked up the tank, and shut off the valve. I walked George back around the front and asked him if he'd lost his mind. Was it me? Was it to defend the property? What? I had to know. I'm funny that way. He told me the animals were starting to arm themselves from US. I just stared at him, open mouthed, as he continued. The animals have seen people running around with diapers on their faces. They've watched us sticking each other with needles. Some still work, many do not. Babies are being murdered while inside their Mamas. Young boys are acting like girls, and girls are acting like boys. We've allowed an assortment of granola people to rule us instead of govern. We continue to believe a shriveled up tater head actually got elected while hiding in a root cellar. We permit child trafficking without concern. Drugs are being legalized, and our rulers pass out paraphernalia kits as equity. Meanwhile, we give money to anybody around the world while we have homeless. Now, they're talking about tax increases while inflation is well underway to make Venezuela jealous. Then, there's that PRO Act thing, and defunding cops. I gave him the flamethrower back, went inside, and got him a snort. I could only say "Point well taken". Squirrel's got more brains than most Americans today. What could I say?