Naming Oliver North as the president of the NRA is basically like naming Keith Richards as the head of Pfizer.
The jokes, they write themselves. A trade association for the arms industry now will be headed by the most famous arms-trafficker in American history. An organization that wears patriotism as though it were the masque of the Red Death will be headed by a guy who sold missiles to one of the world’s leading sponsors of terrorism. An organization that claims to represent the best in American values will now be headed by a guy who sold out a beloved conservative icon so he could keep his felonious hindquarters out of jail, and who was roundly condemned by that icon’s iconic wife.
If it wasn’t for George H.W. Bush, he’d be making gravel at Leavenworth and telling his fellow inmates that selling missiles to Iran was just what America needed.
Now you know why I spend my off-hours writing fiction. I’m doing my level best not to find a reason to drink again.