|There you go, shoot the ice off the Weber|
This town is in the grip of Day Two of Winter Storm 2013, as ice-blind, directionless gangs of migrant farm workers run through the streets, looting, burning, cock fighting and gambling. Just to keep warm.
|Just in case|
Others are inside, cleaning guns, loading magazines, inventorying food supplies, and throwing last year's broken furniture on the fire.
|It's all fun and games till the grid goes down, my friend.|
I stand ready to bury the dead.
Forewarned is Forearmed.
That is all.