Notes from the Resistance...
I just had a great conversation with the Motor City Madman Ted Nugent...
According to "Boots" a Brangelina security guard had to pull a gun on what certainly sounds like a crazy fan while the gang is in Chicago watching Jolie work.
Between the post-shoot steak dinner catered by a professional chef to the (legal) cannon and automatic weapon firing demonstrations, there was a concerted effort to help Zumbo understand that AR-15 shooters and hunters aren't crazed right-wing militants waiting for an apocalyptic one-world government takeover.
[W]here in history is any civilization guaranteed stasis? Has not despotism and mass destruction plagued every civilization that preceded ours? Is it not, in fact, still commonplace throughout the globe? By what suspension of reality, by what denial of the observable and the probable, by what art, device or magic are we sheltered few immune from catastrophe? Are we certain, from our brief and privileged vantage point, that such things will ever remain headline curiosities? Is it not just plain stupid to proclaim that our familiar way of life will forever be the norm, when everything that has gone before us shows we are, instead, the extremely lucky beneficiaries of a rare and fortunate convergence of circumstances; and one, by the way, that has only been preserved under force of arms?
The gunman ordered children out of the sanctuary before opening fire, killing three people and wounding at least five others in the middle of a worship service. He held 25 to 50 people hostage before finally surrendering...The gunman surrendered to authorities after about 10 minutes of negotiation.
[A] person is prohibited from bringing a concealed weapon on to the premises of a church or place of religious worship, unless the person has obtained the consent of the pastor, priest, or person or persons representing the religious organization that exercises control over the place of religious worship.
We were not here above an hour until we went to view the lines where the English camp is all in plain sight. We crossed the lines, and went beyond the outposts to a small hill, within musket shot of a man-of-war and a floating battery, and not further from the works at the foot of Bunker Hill, where we could see them very plainly. Whilst I was standing there, some of our riflemen slipped down the hill, about a gunshot to the left of us and began firing.
