Own a musket for meme defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. One ruffian try to steal my meme. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Tried to blow a golf ball sized hole through the man, I missed on the spot. Draw my pistol on the him again, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds that man in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the shredded and terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
