Apparently the same day the NRA was declaring bankruptcy and moving to Texas, they were mailing me this letter. A rather odd use of their time.
Why were they mailing me this letter?!?
I don’t know. The best I can figure is that they were rolling the dice with my zipcode. I do live in rural Utah after all. Most of my neighbors are still flying Trump flags and are already NRA members, I guess.
I am not. And I won’t be. And this language is pretty, um, weird to me…