If I lived back in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like, "hey look, he's carrying a soldering iron" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "that's right, it's a soldering iron, the soldering iron of JUSTICE!" Then everyone would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had just made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink. |
