The fiendish Mr. Free Market sends me to this Very Bad Website, and demands that I choose one for rooftop duty.
ONE? Great Vulcan’s bleeding hemorrhoids.
Go there and see which one you’d pick… mine is below the fold.
Okay, not wanting to be a spoilsport like so many of my Readers are when faced with a “pick one” choice, my response was as follows:
Reasons: butter-smooth bolt operation, excellent trigger, reliable as all hell, an excellent cartridge for ventilating the Ungodly (and a proven track record therewith), and ten of same in the magazine.
Add a tall building overlooking a target-rich environment, a picnic lunch and a flask of single malt, and you have all the ingredients for an afternoon’s fun at the Socialists’ expense.