There is a story from my distant past about a fellow in Denver who upon reaching the legal age began to drink like there was no tomorrow. After several weeks of binging, his friend loaded him in the car and drove him to Golden, and up onto the mountain behind the Coors brewery. it was late at night, and below the crews labored to load trucks bound for all corners of the globe.
Pointing to the bee hive of activity, his friends told the young chap, "give it up, you are never gonna drink em dry."
Looking down, the man surveyed the activity, then turned to his companions and said, "Yes, but I have them working nights now."
That brings me to the point of this post, The FBI reports that background checks have fallen off this past month. The gun manufacturers need to get the night shift going. a ten percent drop does not mean a lack of demand, the cupboard is bare, and so the poor patriots have none.
Old mother Hubbard
Went to the gunstore
To fetch for a Patriot some rounds
But when she got there,
The shelves were all bare
And the patriot could not save the town.
Yeah, my nursery school poetry stinks, but a certain West Virginia blogger called it quits.