Ryan Byrd’s Ramblings

Someone, definitely a lothario, once said that his summer goal was to get guns, grills and girls.  Now, while I can’t condone the womanizing, the guns and grills sound good to me. What warm-blooded American doesn’t have a garage full of assault rifles? What patriotic citizen of this fine nation doesn’t protect their liberties by packing, at all times, a 45 caliber Springfield 1911 in their waistband? It’s like the crazies at the gun shows say, “Democracy is two wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for dinner, Liberty is one well armed sheep contesting the vote.”

There are lots of funny gun rights bumper stickers out there. A bit of googling on the topic will provide an afternoon of hilarity. Add a little angstful passion to a redneck with a computer and WHAMMO! funny stuff.

I think we should have the right to bear arms, I just wish I could be the arbitrator of who gets to do the bearing. Cops who think everyone should be TASED: no. Scary Goth kids: no. Robots: hard to say…

And then we have grills. The grill is the modern man’s fire, and just like in prehistoric times, the grill today is the meeting place for all things manly: slabs of meet, brutal-looking BBQ tongs, tongues of fire, A1 steak sauce, and manly discussion about geopolitics.

Not too long ago, p.adams surprised me by dropping by with a few friends. Obviously we fired up the grill. Yes, we cracked open a few cold ones (jones soda, mainly.) And yes, we talked about the state of the world. I mean, seriously, what IS Mahmoud Ahmadinejad up to these days?!?

What’s on your grill?