Long tendrils of smoke curl around the knuckles of my left hand, wafting as they stretch into the air. The wisps tangle in my goatee, until the force of my arm moving causes them to disperse with abruptness, bringing the cigar to clasp between my lips.
Leaning back in my chair, with one leg draped over the other, my right arm is stretched off to the side; my hand resting on a keyboard, the index finger of which occasionally, thoughtlessly strokes the Enter key, refreshing the screen I’m not really looking at, out of the corner of my eye. I draw deeply from the cigar, sending rose color spattering across the walls.
It’s over and I’ve won.
Another buck o’ five, and I will be up 20% on my Sturm, Ruger & Co position in one month. The stock is digesting now, but soon, it will run even higher.
Illinois’ latest effort to infringe on the rights of gun owners was checked late last night. Not even in Illinois, the heart of gun hating, paternalistic, authoritarian pansies, can they successfully check the gun lobbies. That’s probably because no matter how frequently the network heads frantically deny it, the gun lobbies are about as grassroots and motivated as you can get.
Today is the first day of Congress, and so far Diane Feinstein is nowhere to be found. Go on, introduce your little bill, wretch. For it goes to its long slumber in the halls of the House.
I bet you must feel stupid. You gave in to the panic, checking your mind at the door. You let emotional arguments overpower you, and now, you’ll see the world hasn’t changed in the slightest from November, before that incident.
Guns are not going anywhere. And now I have your money too.