Talk about an increasing man-deficit disorder in Western culture.
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Anyway, my uncle is an Endowment Member of the NRA, which means Life Members genuflect when he walks by. He called Mr. Heston, “Charlie” and sat at his table along with Wayne Pierre for about the last twenty years or so of NRA events. So, though I never met him, I heard my share of Charlton Heston anecdotes. Nobody with a brain and a sense of humor didn’t absolutely love the guy.
I hope they bury Charlie with a handgun in his “cold, dead, fingers.” It would be fitting.
Godspeed, Mr. Heston.
Remember, “Soylent Green is People!” and “Damn You All to Hell, You Blew It UP!” He got some good lines.