One Nation, Under God
Out for a morning walk during a recent trip to Australia I struck up a conversation with three 10-year-old boys who were fishing the Patalawonga River near Adelaide.
I asked what they were catching.
“Brim and bass,” they told me.
Recognizing my accent, they asked if I was from the U.S.
“Montana,” I replied.
“Do you have any automatic weapons?” they asked in unison, eagerly awaiting my reply.
“No,” I said, explaining automatic weapons remain off-limits to most Americans.
“Do you have Jolly Ranchers?” was their next question.
I told them yes, we do.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that guns were...
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