I was walking through Costco (I needed one of their heavy duty racks to organize ammo cans) when I heard an elderly man ask: "You got four?"

I was there with my kids and my wife. "I do."

He lit up, slapped me on the back, and said, "Congratulations! Way to go, buddy!"

Hahah. Old school Texans are another breed. Those are the kind of Americans I wanna met in public.

I also found out my mother-in-law is sending my wife a book about the Birth Dearth Defiant women who are having 5 or more kids. We just have to out breed the evil tards, yall.