I didn’t think today was going to bother me. But it did.
I didn’t think I was going to listen to His speech. But I did.
I called my friend and said, “Your Man just took the oath and talked His talk.”
“Yeah,” he said. “We all watched it at the store.”
“Cool,” I said. “You still have your bullets?”
“Your guns? Still got ’em?”
“Yeah, still got ’em.”
“My Man let you keep your weapons? And He didn’t declare martial law?”
“So, you called to rub it in, did ya?”
Yeah, I called to rub it in coz, for eight years, my friend has been convinced the shootings at schools, in San Bernadino, Orlando, the incidents of Cops taking Black lives, of Cops being Killed have all been part and parcel of a plot hatched by Obama to take away “our guns and declare martial law.”
I called to rub it in coz my response to his dire prediction was always, “Don’t think that’s gonna happen but, if it does, I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong and you were right.”
I didn’t think I was going to call to say, “I told you so…”
But I did.