BASTARDS!

I got burgled, while I was asleep!

GITS!

So… on to a conversation I had with an american work colleague… it ran like this…

Me: blah blah blah telling him about the robbery and then waking up to find my car and some mobile phones gone (Cell Phones for the American Challenged about)… so I’m there in my bed going ZzZzZzZzZ and geting robbed at the same time!

Him: Yeesch.. You’re lucky you weren’t clubbed or shot in the dark

Me: Errr yeah they just wanted what they could grab not to be in the middle of a murder hunt.

I’ve noticed that people who are really into guns seem to have a very exagerated sense of their own peril (By the way yes he is VERY VERY into his guns). They envision home invasions, armed attackers, etc, popping up everywhere. It’s almost fetish-like, as though what they really want is to have the opportunity to have to shoot someone.

Americans I have decided on average scare me, this is not to say that my American friends scare me, they’re lovely people. But as a whole America and her sons of liberty scare the pants off me.