Do chickens really come home to roost?
Two AM–working on the last blog post of the day, I am jarred by a pounding on the front door.
I straighten up my pajamas, push back from the keyboard, and lumber off in the direction of the foyer.
As I consider what is about to happen, adrenalin spurts in my veins and my body tightens– I reach for the loaded .357 on the foyer lamp stand.
“Yeah…who is it?”
Over the sound of scuffling boots just outside my door rises a not unfamiliar voice, “It’s the Obama Secret–I mean–it’s the Obama Civilian Police. We’re rounding up conservative bloggers and we’ve got a warrant for your arrest…please open the door!”
To be continued!
