A Dixie Carpetbagger

Every other region has blog meets.  Why not the South/Southeast?

Too spread out, or what?  Not enough bloggers in the area?  (Heck, it seems like if you threw a rock in Indiana or the Midwest, you’d hit a gun blogger…)

Cops get all the nice goodies.  Class 3 firearms, souped-up cars, they can wear aviators and nobody minds, they get to drive chariots…

Wait, what?

What I just linked is possibly one of the funniest stories I’ve ever read.  What’s even funnier is that the chariots are real.

Hmm… I have an old Briggs & Stratton 16 HP mower engine… and wheels… and some cabling… (begins scribbling) hmm, put a captain’s chair in for safety and comfort…  some paint, some lights… a Dixie horn’s a must… maybe a sona si latine loqueris bumper sticker… (puts on mirrored aviators and rushes out, plans in hand, mumbling)

Recedite, plebes! Gero rem imperialem!  Cur rides? Ridiculum non sum!  Nitimur in vetitum semper cupimusque negata… homines, quo plura habent, eo ampliora cupiunt.

(H/T Gun Free Zone)

No more for today, it’s nice outside, and a chainsaw is calling a siren song to me.

Oh, it’s supposed to make that noise?  Even when the chain’s on right?  You sure?

Either small and concealable, or comment inducing.  The choice is yours.

(H/T Uncle)