Guest Post: Unmasking the Liberal Agenda of Death, by Enola Gay
When I was growing up, my parents owned a store in the tiny town that shared our zip code. Dad sold guns, ammo, tack, grain, used furniture and whatever else happened to come in to the “Horse Trader”. He also sold hunting and fishing licenses and was the town’s only UPS drop. Although the Horse Trader filled a niche in the local economy, perhaps its greatest contribution was that of a meeting place. Every small town, especially isolated mountain towns, need a place for people to come together. It is in these meeting places that lives are shared and burdens …