Uncle Ted and I are so much alike.
Except for the fact that I like killing wild pigs and have no interest, desire, or understanding of why Ted enjoys taking down almost anything else that runs on four legs, I otherwise I think he and I are cut from very similar cloth. Not that I’m any better than him for not killing and grilling my meat personally…the mere fact that I buy a steak or hamburger condemns cattle to having their heads severed. I just don’t enjoy seeing it.
But to the point, Ted makes perfect sense here, and at one point makes a statement that I could swear I’ve uttered word for word in the past. I think maybe he reads my blog.
Too bad I no longer have a pony tail like him…will have to do something about that.
Listen to this patriot preach, and pass it along!