Proudly goin' to Home Depot

So, I'm sitting at the computer at thirty minutes past midnight, in my regulation blogger pajamas, just doing some last minute checks before going to bed, and the front doorbell rings. Strange. So strange, in fact, that I reach into a drawer and pull out my Sterling .25 caliber semi-automatic pistol (note to self: move one of your big-caliber pieces downstairs). I peek through one of the blinds. It's dark and very windy, can't see a thing. I go upstairs and look out of a window. No activity, no car in the driveway, nothing. I trade Black Pete for Shiny Sal (my Ruger Police Service Six .38 Special), and figure I'll go out and have a look-see. Mrs. Paco says no, I don't want you fooling around outside at 12:30 am (Mrs. Paco's motto: Guns don't kill people; sleepy middle-aged men stumbling around in the dark do - usually themselves, by accident). I set the house alarm, lay the revolver on the night-table where I can get it in a hurry, and turn in. Was it the wind? A sudden change in temperature? A short in the wiring? Don't know.

This morning, I go outside, push the doorbell - and the thing gets stuck. Inside the house, there's no ringing, but a steady buzz in the internal unit. Mrs. Paco finds the right breaker, cuts the juice off to the sound-box, and says we probably need to go to Home Depot and buy a new unit.

Which is a long, circuitous way of saying that when I go to Home Depot today, I'll take special pleasure in doing so, because co-founder Ken Langone, in this WSJ editorial, has come out swinging against Obama and his anti-business rhetoric.