Camouflage Baseball Hats???

    
   "Camouflage Baseball Hats???"
    
   Bernie knows:  You need a .30-06 if residing in the radiant aspects of bucolic America, like rural Vermont or the thunderous Dakotas; regardless, you don't need a .30-06 if devouring the urban life in Pittsburgh, unless on safari every now and then.  He gets it.  A D-minus from the NRA.
   The Deer Hunter, a metaphor now, more than a movie; thus, I command its verbal font as so; moreover:  "This is this!  This is this!"
   Do you get me?  Drive a taxi when Hanoi Rocks?  
   Still, the rich getting richer.  The top.  How weird.  And everybody deserves respect, but to the dead--only truth, like Voltaire would recommend.  
   The Northern Europeans, and possibly, being a bizarre bit Nordic myself--I get the vibe.  Health Care for every soul--you will get sick in life, severely so, unless hit by a car or something ludicrous and viciously violent on four wheels, or the mercurial muscle machine crafted in futurity.   
   Just a Free America.  Once Again.  Like I used to say:  "It's a Free Country."
   Now:  Is it?
   Just wear the gear of your choice, splattered by the secretive hunt of it all.  You are everybody warped into a singular nation yet retaining autonomy.  Us, America.  And hell, I like Canada too.