This is semi-serious.
I know exactly how Ayn Rand would answer this question, but she's gone and this is not a seance. I'm not asking Ayn Rand.
I live surrounded by Bubba, and he's not mean. If Bubba sees me, an old gray guy, struggling with a flat tire, Bubba will stop his truck and help me change it.
Bubba will mow the lawn for the elderly lady next door. He drops his pocket change in the collection jar for the family hit by cancer, and it's Bubba who serves the hot dogs at the ball games that allow the Band Boosters to buy the musical instruments for the kids that Gov. Perry has hacked out of our budgets--they always hit the arts and foreign languages first when money gets tight.
For all these reasons, I'm not nervous that Bubba keeps a rifle in a rack on his truck. I know he's not going to shoot me.
I'm nonplussed that Bubba voted for Gov. Romney.
And the question below the fleur-de-kos is real.
