I like to picture a dimly lit old arsenal factory.Old men and women wearing ribbons commemorating production quotas exceeded during the recent Great
Patriotic War crank out countless rounds under the gimlet eyes of Lenin and
Stalin.These rifle and machine gun cartridges will be stored for the defense of
The Worker's Paradise against capitalist aggression.They must make more!
Always more! Do not let Papa Joe down!
Decades later, these rounds are pressed into desperate service. In an old
Mosin-Nagant, hex- receivered,arsenal rebuilt, stored against the day--
I use my 39.95 on sale at Rose's rifle to blast dirt clods on an irrigation pond
embankment.(they were comin' right at me)
Thank you, old folks, Lenin, Stalin, for all you did to make it possible for my decadent self to amuse myself shooting centerfire rounds at soil.
Thank you, thank you--
Beer Gut American, 2006