As things get weirder and weirder here in the United States, I made the decision to beef up the security here at the Tirman Compound. A man’s home is his castle as they say, yet my neighborhood association specifically denied my request for the construction of a moat. I had no choice, since I am not capable of staying awake 24/7 to guard the yard, I made the decision to arm my children. And once again, not the neighborhood association, but this time the police have these things called “laws” which in other places they seem unwilling to follow, but here I had to just give Ben a squirt gun.