You are the target of those who would trample the liberties of free men.

You are in the crosshairs of the bomb site.

An enemy is centering on you.

You are a citizen of the free world.

A citizen of the United States of America.

You may live in an industrial city, perhaps in a great port city with its burdened wharves,

a farming area with fertile fields and grazing herds, a mining region rich with vital ores and minerals. You are the target.

So on Friday nights in Wisconsin, because we have a bunch of Catholics running around there,

they happen to like frying fish for whatever reason.

And the Catholics, and their wisdom saw this old bomb shelter and elder in Wisconsin and said we should

get drunk and have fish in the basement of this place. So that's what they created was a supper

club in a bomb shelter. And so supper clubs are this thing where you show up and the expectation is that you spend an hour getting sozzled at the bar where there's no food.

And then they call your name when your order is ready, in this case fish, white fish, fried fish, deep fried fish, beer battered deep fried fish, with all sorts of sides, of course.

And you stumble your way back there.

And I didn't know it was a bomb shelter at first, but it was kind of odd because there were only

seven tables that fit in this place, and there was no ventilation whatsoever.

Interesting.

But the fish is so good, and you're, you know, kind of leaning sideways at this point anyway,

that oxygen just doesn't really factor in.

So we were enjoying our dinner.

Finally, the woman came up, is, how are you enjoying your dinner?

Is everything okay? And we mentioned

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