We can circle the wagons but remember THEY own the wagons. Which means they were probably built in Vietnam or China by skinny 11-year old children chained to their work stations, too weak to properly tighten the lug nuts. So . . . the wagons will fall apart if anything more massive than a moth or hummingbird bumps into them. And there WE will be holding our pitchforks staring at the shiny nose cone of a drone-fired missile which just broke the sound barrier.
I wonder what’s on TV tonight.
The Good Wife!
