I’ve been forced to come to grips with a terrifying realization:
My dogs are weird.
I never had much of an opinion about Portugal before last Sunday.
Hold that thought.
I make sure that on every available 4-year interval I vote in Presidential elections and root for America in International sports. Do I care about curling, hurdles, or soccer? No, but you can bet your pit-stained t-shirt that I care about America kicking ass and taking names.
America is a nation under siege.
We have been so focused on the dangers outside our borders that we have allowed the enemy to take hold and multiply at frightening rates all within our own borders. We are at a critical juncture in our nation’s history and the reality is that we are approaching the point where it is either them, or us.
I speak, of course, about monsters.