Me: "The ISRPA qualifies."Well. Now I have a three-year membership.
RX: "I'm not a member, are you?"
Me: "I think my membership's lapsed... Dammit! See, this is the part where, if we were talking about the NRA, I would spontaneously go online and renew, but..."
RX: "With the ISRPA, you will rent a camel, and ride to where the ink trees grow, and harvest a basket of inkberries. Then you will journey to the goose hatchery and pluck a writing quill. Then it's decision time: Egypt for papyrus, or go back home and peel birch bark? And then you will need to procure a stamp, for which you will need to risk your coins in the vending machine at the postal office. Then you will need to go online to find their mailing address..."
Me: "Omigod! Omigod! They've got Paypal up now!"
Our state Org gets a ton of mileage out of our lobbyists. And by lobbyists, I mean three retired guys who pester legislators to vote right while showing them pictures of their grandkids. They're so good at it, we're running out of antigun laws to repeal here.