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The game is not ever over until you are no longer in the game. I was asked what I would do when the folks with "black helicopters" came to my door for my firearms. I told him I was an old fellow, who had had a pretty good life; a good wife, fine children, and wonderful grandchildren. If it was now time for me to pay the bill, they would receive my firearms, muzzle first. If I must die, let it be with honor and giving the call for other old guys to step up for freedom.
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