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I'm happy for Dean for having his family, and equally happy for myself for not having one even if I love children. I almost did, but I think God's blessing to me that I have none, because I wasn't infertile.

My dad and my late husband tried to teach me to shoot, but I wasn't interested. But if any of those Satanists kidnapped my child or lay a hand on my cat, I'd grab some guns- a Magnum-44 or 357 (I don't know what the new ones are like. I'd take some bikers with me, so they can watch me shoot them down.

It's not a far stretch because the Bohemian Grove is just a short drive from here. I often ask God to cushion me from those thoughts.