I have returned from three days trying to deal with some nettlesome family business in Richmond, and I see that everything has come unglued. As everyone knows, the federal government, or a large part of it at any rate, has shut down, and a new word - Barrycades - has been coined, to describe the obstacles that federal park employees have installed in an attempt (thus far, from most accounts I've read, hilariously unsuccessful) to prevent WWII veterans from congregating at their memorial. By the by, as a government employee, I made sure to guarantee myself an indefinite unpaid vacation by having the words "Non-Essential Employee" tattooed on my forehead, so there would be no mistake about it (it's true, as JeffS has pointed out, that the correct terminology is now "excepted" and "non-excepted", but the tattoo is so lovely - the text is inscribed within a drawing of a sagging hammock that enfolds a portly bureaucrat, snoozing in the mottled shade of a mimosa tree - that I didn't have the heart to change it).
I read that conservatives are now "jihadists". Well, then, how prescient of me to have added another rifle to my collection for the Holy War. I purchased a Ruger Mini-14 (came with two 20-round magazines) at Green Top, an outdoor sporting goods store that has the largest and most diverse on-site inventory of firearms of anyplace I've ever seen. I drooled over a Mossberg 930 SPX semi-auto shotgun, with its generous 7-round tubular magazine capacity, and sighed with longing over a new Colt 1911-style pistol chambered in .38 Super. There were dozens of AR-15s and AK-47s stacked in circular racks, and scores of interesting used rifles from around the world. And the background check only took an hour (most places I go usually require a second trip back to the store, next day).
Perhaps I'll spend an idle hour or two testing the new ObamaCare exchanges (404 is my lucky number!)
Update: ObamaCare definitely seems to be suffering from a messaging problem (priceless).
Update II: Particularly glad not to be in DC today.