do something you'll regret. We can talk this over."

I reply, "Now you say we can talk. I've been trying to talk to you for years. You've never replied to my letters and emails requesting an appointment. You've never ventured a solution to my grievances. You've never apologized for, or even acknowledged, any of the crimes you and your goons have committed against me. You're conducting a vendetta and using county resources to do it. That's illegal and a violation of my constitutional rights."

"Vendetta?" he scowls. "Why would I have a vendetta against you? You're nobody."

I reply, "Because my dirty tricks cost you the 2008 election and you can't let it go," I say. "I interrupted your mayor-for-life ambition for one term. Even though you retook the office, youin this situation."

He says, "What's the sporting chance you're going to give me?"

I say, "You stand about ten feet from your desk. I'm going to put the gun down in the middle of the desk and step back ten feet. When I say 'one, two, three, go' we go for it on 'go'. Okay, let's do it."

"Now?" he says, with a frown and a whiney tone.

"Yes, now," I say as I place the gun down. He stands up and moves four paces back, never taking his eyes off the gun.

I turn my back on him, the desk and the gun, and I take a step. Then another and another. Suddenly I hear him making his move, racing toward the gun. I turn around and take a step toward