Tomorrow is the day to buy ammo.  I have no confidence that it will send a message to the Bradys and their sycophants because hard, bitter truth hasn't gotten through them to so far.

This morning after I was up but before I left for work, a car pulled into our driveway and got about halfway to the house before they stopped.  We live out in the country, about 2 miles off the nearest farm road, and about 1/4 mile from the end of a dead-end county road.  We don't get strange traffic here.  Unfamiliar cars cruising down the road sends up red flags, and not just for me, but for all of the neighbors.

Our house is about 50 yards away from the road, so someone pulling halfway down the driveway at 5:00 AM did a lot more than send up red flags.  It sent me into full ballistic alert.

They sat in the driveway about 25 yards from the house for a few minutes while the dogs when apesh*t and I stood in the shadows and waited for movement with some reassurance in my hand.  They finally backed out and went farther down toward the dead end.  Since they didn't come back out for the next 40 minutes or so, I think they were there legitimately, but were not familiar with the road and had pulled into the wrong driveway.

However, the experience has helped me decide what to buy tomorrow.

Buckshot.