"Pay attention Libtard!" Tony shouted into the democrat's face. Hot spit landing on the democrat's cheeks that he couldn't wipe away because his arms were bound. "I want you to tell everyone back in Commie-fornia what you saw here," Tony continued. He raised his pistol, a Glock 21. Carried by nearly every law enforcement officer in the nation, the Glock 21 is known for being a powerful yet lightweight workhorse. It combines remarkable accuracy with little recoil to deliver the awesome stopping power of a .45 caliber AUTO round. Tony had 13 of these rounds in the Glock's magazine. He only needed one. BLAM! The gunshot spread out far across the vast expanse of the Arizona desert. Four feet away some worthless liberal thug named Jaybron dropped dead to the ground. The bullet cleaving a clean hole through his stupid skull. "That's racist! That's racist!" the bound democrat began to scream in panic. The race card: a liberal's last resort. Paulie, a tough looking and shredded patriot in a black Molon Labe t-shirt and camo hat was standing with arms folded next to the snowflake. "Because he was black!?" Paulie laughed. "This thug came as us first. But since he was too cowardly to face us like men, he attacked our children. Spare me your race-baiting outrage. There's no one out here who's buying." The democrat's legs began to buckle as Tony turned toward him. "Puh-puh-please don't kill me. I'll become a Christian. I'll get a job. Whatever you want," he pleaded. Paulie drew a Desert Eagle handgun from it's sheath. The sound startled the democrat who tried to turn to keep his eyes on both Paulie and Tony. "Please sirs. I accept Jesus Christ. I'm sorry," he was sobbing now. "Can it pussy," Tony bit back. "I already told you I wanted you to go to California and tell your comrades how we treat libtards here in Arizona." With one swift move Paulie spun the democrat around and fired his gun, blasting away the bonds on the demie-crap's wrists.. He gave him a hard shove from behind. "Scram!" And like that the democrat was off faster you could say Benghazi. Paulie's cold, steel eyes squinted in the sun watching the democrat get further and further away. "You believe that sissy?" Tony asked. "Ready to give up his religion and everything because a man had a gun. Shake my damn head." "They are weak," Paulie replied. "That's why it was easy to take back Arizona. And that's why these Cali thugs have to go after children." "Well we won't be seeing any of them for a while after this." "I'm not so sure," Paulie replied. He still hadn't averted his eyes from the speck that was the democrat on the horizon. "You think they got the balls to come at us again? Well hell then maybe we ought to take the fight to them this time!" "No. Too hasty Tony. They will be back. Just like a rat returns to the kitchen when it needs more food. But we're not ready to hit California. Yet." "Arizona was easy. After we flushed out the illegals in Nogales and turned them south the liberals in Phoenix fell like dominos without their Mexican gangland thugs to back them up." Paulie spit. "They sure did," he said finally taking his eyes off the horizon. "Come on, let's get back to Scottsdale."