I can hear my grandmother yelling "told you so" from the grave.

She firmly believed, all her life, that Americans were still and always would be, believers in "manifest destiny". "Don't be silly", my mom always said. "That's in the past". That Schoolhouse Rock bit about Elbow Room sure as fuck didn't help.

Welp. When the war comes, everything on two legs that ain't my husband wiill be considered an enemy. And no, it wouldn't be that hard to find a gun in farming country.