The Rooster Attended a Josh Mandel Rally So You Don't Have To
The Rooster got two questions off before security escorted me out the door.
“It would be a lot easier to assassinate a United States Senator than I would have previously guessed,” I thought as I breezed through the front door of High Street Baptist Church in Worthington and settled into a front-row pew for a Saturday afternoon soirée with Josh Mandel and Ted Cruz.
I’m too cowardly to assassinate a Senator. And if I ever did muster the courage, it’d for somebody more noteworthy than Cruz. But even with a sitting United States Senator in the building, there were no ticket checks. No ID checks. No metal detectors. I could have waltzed into the event with an arsenal hiding under my “Don’t Tread On Me” t-shirt which I bought 12 hours prior at Wal-Mart.
After all, this is America, where almost any mentally ill person can purchase a handgun capable of eliminating two cretins in a post-rally scrum. History is littered with such examples. Seems like a recipe for disaster, but that’s not my problem.