When you’re flipping through the channels and you come upon an infomercial for the NRA, with Charlton Heston hoisting a musket above his head and intoning, “FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS,” do you:
- a) lunge for the phone, hoping those silver bullets engraved with Heston’s signature are still available,
- b) quickly change the channel, hoping that something, anything, can blot out the horrifying spectacle, or
- c) watch on in fascination, hoping that someone would bonk him on the head with that musket so he would wake up and realize the Revolutionary War ended oh, two centuries ago?
This time, my personal answer was C.
And by the way, I wasn’t joking about the silver bullets.