And I could not be happier. Any day that anencephalic monster is unhappy is a day when the sun shines brightly in Ogland.

The path to CCW in Illinois is actually less onerous than I had originally expected. Of course had it been up to the God of Illinois Madigan, you’d have to do a handstand and juggle live grenades while singing the Catalina Magdalena Hoopensteiner Wallendiner Hogan Logan Bogan song. And that would just be to get into the room where you had to wait till the sixty first of juvember to fill in the card that entitled you to a wristband that would get you into the training class.

It looks like its going to be $150 for residents and $300 for non residents. But it is a big foot in the door.

After all these years, a little freedom comes to mordor.