Friday, my wife was out of town for the night visiting our daughter, we still have not discussed the incident with the neighbor, and I am doing busy work

I have a fire going in a warming barrel and brought out boxes of old papers that needed to be burned
In addition, Larry has come over and we are cleaning and firing the old black powder guns that have not been touched in months, some in years.
Being careful not to mix up the papers and the gun powder, as well as the rum, it was a pleasant way to kill some time

The topic of conversation comes up about the ex-MMA fighter who beat his girlfriend, a retired porn star, mercilessly and his defense claim he should not be held responsible because of steroid use
"Hell Bear, what about all the assholes who do that and say it's not my fault because I was drunk, high, or had too many Twinkies as a kid. Somethings got to be done, it just ain't right under any circumstance."
I could not agree more, but what can be done?

My wife would say, give it time and it will get better, but patience is not my forte, methodical planning and revenge are.

having said that, I was amazed at the intelligence that was coming forth from Larry
"Hey, maybe we could get together a support group for women who have experienced this. we could set it up like a charity and get volunteers from some university to provide a counselor from one of their sociology or psychology departments, or even tag into a church group."
" We could do all the setup, support stuff, the flyers, and other things, then get out of the way. If you and I go together on this, the Masonic Lodge would have to support it, the Rotary club would not want to be outdone, so they would kick in, even the lions. what do you think?"

Well, I just happen to know that Sheriff Beaufort P Justice was on that night and gave him a call, asking him to stop by at his convenience and to see if that department would have any suggestions, we were half drunk, firing off guns, and burning lots of paper by the time he arrived, but we managed to slur the idea out to him in our best way.
He listened carefully, then said if we were serious, really serious, meet him the next morning for breakfast and he might be able to help this cause.

The next morning, after a good shower and lots of painkillers for the headache, I found myself at the agreed upon diner, ordering Coffee and groaning to myself. Larry was also hung over a little, but finally Sheriff Beaufort came in, with a middle aged lady who was wearing a sheriff uniform from a neighboring county.

He introduced us to one of the State Co-coordinators on domestic violence. It was her job to take referrals from our sheriffs and their deputies, find housing for the women and children involved, make sure the case got to the prosecutors office, and pressure the prosecutor to take it to trial. In addition, she has to find drug and alcohol programs for the women, and support groups for the kids most of the time.
Wow..had no clue it was this complicated

To make a long breakfast short, she did not need Larry and I to run anyone over, to beat anyone up, or to take out ads in the local paper. She needed diapers and formula, the basic stuff to keep the families going.
in closing, I looked at my partner in half witted ideas, and he nodded back. Our request, come to breakfast Sunday, we will have something to give to her then.

When I got home, my lovely wife was back. She was surprised to see Larry with me. I gave her a quick peck and went to my vault where all of those old black powder guns, some of which dated back to the 1800's were kept.
She watched me load them up into the back of the pick up truck and drive off. I know she thought I was crazy, but we went over to Larry's house, and he added to the pile
Last stop..a certain gun dealer that buys and sells these specialty items