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John Mahoney
John Mahoney
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Posted 08.08.2016
Cobden, Ontario

JOHN MAHONEY

I SEE MY FIRST AMERICAN OPEN-CARRY GUY

I saw him at Taft's Corners in Williston, Vermont, at the Majestic 10 Cinema on July 31. It was approximately 6:35 p.m. outside Theater No. 1 where the (new, bad) Jason Bourne flick was playing.

He was a tall fellow, crop-haired and clearly wed-fed, in your basic tight tee-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He was carrying a large bucket of popcorn and a sizeable fizzy drink as he intently and slowly made his steady way down the middle of the hallway leading past all the screening rooms. He did not appear ready to give way to anyone.

Then I noticed he was packing. On his right hip, just below his substantial mid-section. His snug-fitting tee-shirt was artfully tucked behind his black holster, so the butt of his pistol was clear. I couldn't accurately discern the make of the weapon -- it may well have been a Glock. Whatever it was, it looked dark and lethal.

Despite his summery attire, he projected a persona of seriousness, a capable man clearly not be to be messed with, one who at a second's warning could deal with any terrorists, be they Muslin or Mesican or some other dark-skinned non-Americans. And don't get him started on those swishy anti-gun nuts. I don't think we would enjoy each other's company.

But I didn't enjoy the movie very much, either.

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