…but don’t.
…the last because it’s going to give me endless opportunities for satire and mockery.
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…but it wasn’t anything like Martin Luther King’s, or ABBA’s dream, nor about Joe Hill (no link because Commies), and sadly, it wasn’t about Cass Elliott.
No, I dreamed that a wealthy Reader (who looked a lot like Ginger Baker, FFS) offered to buy me three guns, with the caveat that they couldn’t be guns I’d owned before, nor any old guns at all — they could only be new guns.
At least it wasn’t cars, because then I’d have been in real trouble.
Anyway, I woke up without having made any choices, but the dream has kinda stuck with me all day. And being prevented from getting a gun that I’ve owned before makes the list really short, because… well, you know.
So after some considerable thought, here they are, the top 3 guns I’d like to receive as a gift:
1 – Dan Wesson Valor (.45 ACP)
Some may consider this a cheat (because the 1911 is old, and I’ve owned several in the past); in my defense, however, I’ve never owned a pocket 1911, nor anything made by Dan Wesson. But I’d love to, and this one makes my bang-switch-actuator itch. Badly.
2 – Ruger No. 1-S Medium (9.3x62mm)
Never owned a No. 1, nor any rifle in the venerable 9.3x62mm. I would even consider going on an(other) African hunt (but with Doc Russia and Mr. Free Market) if I could take one of these.
3 – A.H. Fox FE 20ga (as made new by Connecticut Shotgun Mfg. Company)
This beauty ticks all the Kim Boxes (side-by-side, double trigger, straight stock, 30″ barrels) and if the Dan Wesson was disqualified because rules, I’d just get a matched pair. And then I’d head off to join Mr. FM in Dorset later in the year, you betcha…
Anyone else had a dream like this one?
…that women wear which turn me on immensely:
Okay, maybe the last isn’t that inexplicable…
…who would make a better President than any current Democrat politician:
Feel free to disagree and / or suggest your own candidates. (Remember: no furriners.)
…in these here modern times:
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…in this case, three older women I still have impure thoughts about:
Caroline Quentin (64)
Never a great looker, but for some reason I always had a thing for her, starting with Jonathan Creek all the way through Blue Murder. And she’s never let her dumpy figure get in the way of her career, or self-esteem. My kinda gal.
Jean Smart (71)
Fell in love with her during the Designing Women days, never lost it. One of the sexiest voices of all time, and even though she’s from Seattle, she speaks Dixie with the best of them. And she inhabits every role she plays, ergo all those acting awards. The interesting thing is that she never really got to play the leading-lady femme-fatale romantic roles, probably because at 5’11”, she towers over most Hollywood actors, and casting directors are morons.
And last, but by no means least:
Rita Wilson (66)
Yeah, Tom Hanks’s old lady. Always had a slight thing for Greek chicks… and let’s not forget the freckled boob thing.