This may be a bit of a rant but well….

Monday, as we were towing the artillery up from the banks of the Delaware and admonishing the crowd to clear a path, some SOB stood his ground and yelled “Don’t tread on me!” Not a bright person given that we were pulling a 1200 pound cannon that might have slowed slightly if it were to roll over him. Now, I should apologize as my flippant response was “Nobody’s Treading on you Sweetie.“ It was insulting and well…

I’M NOT SORRY! I intended to be offensive and those who feel their sensibilities were harmed are cordially invited to fuck off. Too many of you think that we should tiptoe around your sensibilities while you go around actually causing harm to others. We were issuing warnings not interfering with your god given right to be run down and crushed by a half ton of cast iron on wheels.

It seems that there is a cadre of people out there who just can’t put their own selfish needs aside for the common good. Well, okay. Go ahead and put your hand in the fire. Play chicken with the cannon. Run past the rope put there to separate you from the firing line but BE PREPARED TO BE TREAD UPON, HEAVILY.

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