Big Wayne

I reached into the refrigerator a while back, grabbed the orange juice and took a swig. Unfortunately, I was staring at the milk as I did so and there was a distinctive moment when my mind was saying milk and my mouth was saying orange juice in which a thought occurred to me:  "This milk can't be that sour."

Somewhere in there I thought there'd be a lesson to be learned about Wayne LaPierre ...

This being my (to be) annotated portrait of the man.

And this being some initial annotations offered by the citizens of Troy, NY.  Disregard color shift please.

Today I leave for New York with Big Wayne under my arm.  Tomorrow, with Sharpies, I'll be in front of the NTSE conducting business as usual.