Your Liberal Friends

I didn’t watch the Tea Party-hosted Republican gubernatorial debate, not only because I had other plans but because I figure such a thing would be as substantive as a pageant.

While nobody emerged wearing a sash and tiara, Woods’s take on the debate indicates that no matter how the Republican primary turns out, Congressman Wamp is a sure winner in the mayoral race in Crazy Town.

Woods quotes Wamp’s response on gun rights, which continues on what I can’t even describe as a tangent, because it jumps around too much. Maybe a scatter plot?

“I sleep with a gun next to my head and I’m not going to tell you what it is or frankly who it’s titled to. […] Don’t elect some sissy wannabe as your governor.”

Really?

You sleep with a gun next to your head? Not, I don’t know, stored safely but where you could quickly get to it should you wake to hear someone attempting to break in? Is the C Street house that dangerous? You’re that afraid of … what?

And you question the manhood of the other candidates? (Everyone’s favorite Aunt B. brings up the logical progression of that train of thought.)

Are they spooned up with weapons instead of their wives? Are they so filled with fear that they sleep with guns at the ready?

By Wamp’s own assertion, we need “tough people” …