Saturday, February 28, 2009


So I was getting my haircut and listening to the conversations going on around me. It's your standard "manly man" barber shop, so you can imagine the topics.

Sure enough the discussion found it's way to the "socialist" tyrants who are now in charge. Things really got going, however, when the topic turned to guns ... "Yeah, baby, don't no one dare take my guns o you be dead." (Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Bill Clinton supposed to have taken everyone's guns when he was president?)

I especially liked how the testosterone got going in the room when the story was told of a law enforcement officer who's "not gonna let anyone take his guns" and that when "they do show up he's gonna blow them away before they even get their hands on the door." Heads nodded in approval, and a couple of "yups" followed.

After pondering the paranoia, it suddenly occurred to me: I'm living in a world of Dale Gribbles.

Those of you who have seen King of the Hill know what I'm talking about. If you're not sure what living in world of Dale Gribbles means for those of us living in the real world you might want to check out these posts here, here, here, and here.

I've checked with my colleagues in the Department of Psychology and they have a clinical term for these guys: They're nuts.

- Mark

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