In the early morning hours of Saturday, this past weekend, 55 year old William McKinley heard his dogs barking outside his Albuquerque, New Mexico home. He ventured outside to investigate the ruckus, and he would never return alive.
According to police reports, two thugs were outside McKinley’s home, tampering with his vehicle. McKinley confronted the thugs, no doubt young men who could have been President Hussein Obama’s sons had the bastard in chief had sons, and they stabbed McKinley, repeatedly, and he would soon die of his wounds. Obama’s would be sons were able to get away in a dark colored jeep.
McKinley’s daughter told reporters that her father had been a concealed carry gun permit holder, and she couldn’t understand why he didn’t take his gun with him when he went outside to investigate.
Hindsight is 20/20, and anyone can be a Monday morning quarterback after the game’s been played, but let us all use Mr. McKinley’s story as a lesson. There’s a reason we pack heat. It’s so we can blow holes the size of cantaloupes through Obama’s sons when they come around poking their noses where they don’t belong and then try to stab us when we tell ’em to get away from there. So, if you have it, pack it!