Somewhere I have picture of 9 pallets of PMAGs loaded into the back of a C130 headed east. I will see if I can find it.
Somewhere I have picture of 9 pallets of PMAGs loaded into the back of a C130 headed east. I will see if I can find it.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)