It has been a very long war.  March will mark 21 years.  Were we still in
Florida, I could have blown your psychopathic brains into crimson goo and the law would have fully backed me.

Due to the treachery of my worthless daughter and the intrinsic cowardice of her pull-toy husband, I have lost my firearms. I'd bet that if I asked the right Chicano, I could obtain a decent pistol now.  Fuck it. But I am still ready and able to kill you if you are foolish.  Your arrogance makes you vulnerable, particularly to an old man who will welcome death.

No fear!