My .380 Bersa Thunder (the 7 foot gate while on the road) lies here locked & loaded beside me on the sleeper bunk as I spend another sleepless night inside the city limits of another leftist loony ran cesspool. Tampa Florida.

I shit you not DeeDubbya. At a stop light less than a mile from here a zombie like vagrant stood there with his hand out. The other rubbing his tummy in a circular motion while staring up at me. Had I rolled down the window I Might have heard him mumbling...

B R A I N S . . .