Last Bastion
I was sitting in a Rockies business meeting yesterday [Craft Brewery - awesome beer, low end industrial, just past seedy], and politics came up tangentially. After a bit of banter, my counterpart paused and reflected for a moment, then referenced my part of the world, and said, "You are the last bastion, if it gets really bad, it will come to you last." I told him that if it got bad, he was welcome to show up with his family. He is a veteran, a fellow member of my rather constrained alumnus, and a Marine. 2 out of 3, and all of that. Turns out he has family in these parts, and as he said, "They are so well armed they have a small armory, they are well-entrenched, and they have supplies that will last over a year." Considering this exchange, and remembering my last trip through the Occupied Zone , there is no doubt that trouble will come here last, because I live among a quiet, determined, hard-working, armed, "You aren't from around here, are you?...