Working on Sunday

Well, working on Sunday. Couldn't find a single bald eagle yesterday in the wild, and I had to make do with shooting at the bald eagle kept at the Fort Wayne Children's Zoo. Upon reflection, my disgust at the restriction of freedom in this country continues. Some points:

• I shouldn't need a concealed weapons permit for my firearms, and not allowing hunting rifles into a zoo is something Stalin would mandate.
• Children today cry too much. It's not like I killed the bird, I only got it in the left wing. These kids today need to stop being pampered so much.
• The Fort Wayne police are as easily duped as I remembered.

I'll bet the commies over at the Picayune make a mountain out of a molehill. It's like people think these animals too weak to hack it on their own deserve something besides blind scorn. Sometimes I just don't understand people.

Maybe I can finally make some progress on the Wexler Contract today.