"CIVIL WAR! Am I alone in hoping it happens fast? I know war is hell, but how long can we stand all this fraud,
theft, islamization, confiscating, bullying, and threats to individual
freedom and property? Maybe a 1,000,000-man march on Washington, with shouldered arms just might get their attention. You say none of us will surrender our guns. But, if you don’t hang together, you each hang separately. To Hell with every traitor who holds elected office". MC
POST HI-LITE: No, you won’t disarm me. You’re not going to neuter my household and
tear away my ability to defend my wife and precious babies like Dad did
all those years ago.
I really, really hope this president and his authoritarian cohorts in
Congress will slow down, take a deep breath and realize that, right
now, they’re playing a very dangerous game of chicken. If they try what I
think they might, but hope they don’t, I fear this nation – already on
the precipice of widespread civil unrest and economic disaster – might
finally spiral into to utter chaos, into a second civil war.
But then again, that may be exactly what they have in mind.
A pretty, young, auburn-haired woman – mid-20s – drove down a lonely
country road somewhere in Oklahoma. Appearing in her rear-view mirror,
at the back windshield, were two menacing orbs of light floating amid
ashen dusk. The guttural roar of a souped-up big block shook the tiny
Volkswagen Rabbit as a van-load of inbred thugs lurched left and drew
alongside her. A ponytailed passenger taunted inaudibly and blew foul
kisses between crude hand gestures. He pointed for her to pull over as
the van repeatedly swerved dangerously close.
Inside the car a man, asleep in the reclining passenger seat, was
startled awake by the commotion. He rose and darted his head about,
calmly assessing the situation. This only spurred the evil-bent goons.
As they ramped-up efforts to run the car off the road, the man
reached in the glove box, withdrew a military-grade, semi-automatic
handgun – an “assault weapon,” if you will – and, with intentionality
and great theatre, leaned across his young bride, pointing the gun out
the open bay and directly between dirt bag’s booze-flushed eyes.
Van vanished amid a plume of gray smoke as wheels locked, tires
screeched and “assault vehicle” fishtailed – jerking to a halt with
taillights aglow skyward from the ditch.
Not a shot was fired.
Back at the couple’s rural farmhouse, two boys – boys who would not
be orphaned that night – played. We most likely played – my brother Pete
and I – with assault rifles fashioned from sticks. I always love to
hear Dad retell the story. He does it with an ornery, satisfied grin.
“No one’s taking my guns,” he’ll say.
This might be a good time for me to add that no one’s taking my guns
either. Period. And if Dianne Feinstein orders me from her lofty perch
on the left-coast to retroactively register them with some federal
autocracy, I think I might just forget I even have them. Tens of
millions of law-abiding, God-fearing Americans just like me and Dad, I
suspect, feel the same way.
I love guns. Grew up with ‘em. As a former police officer with 12
years in the U.S. military, I know how to use them, too – use them well.
I plan to buy more – a bunch more. In fact, who’s to say I don’t
already have a veritable arsenal?
Point is, tain’t Big Brother Barack’s nor any other candy-keistered-liberal-cream-puff’s bloody business whether I do or not.
See, the left’s totalitarian brand of “gun control” has nothing to do
with controlling guns – or bad guys. Rather, it has everything to do
with controlling – disarming – the law-abiding masses. It’s not about
protecting the innocents. It’s about rendering the innocents
defenseless.
Clichés become clichés for a reason, and the old cliché, “If guns are
outlawed, only outlaws will have guns,” rings as true today as it did
whenever it was that some homespun fellow coined it.
I was disgusted – physically sickened, in fact – when Barack Obama,
president of these Divided States of America, shamelessly exploited the
Sandy Hook memorial service to lay the groundwork for his
unconstitutional gun-confiscation scheme. It was slimy to the extreme.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. That’s what liberals do.
Every time some evil nutjob – pumped full of psychotropic drugs by NEA
members who don’t want to deal with them – shoots-up the place, the
left’s collective mouth begins to water.
“Now, finally, now!” they say, rubbing together soft hands that have
never felt the surprising weight of a Sig Sauer 45. “This time we have
the political momentum for sweeping gun control. This time the American
people will roll over and let us trample the Second Amendment beneath
jackbooted executive order or congressional fiat.”
“Let no good crisis go to waste,” right, Rahm?
Well, not so fast, cupcake. As the U.S. Constitution guarantees – and
as the Supreme Court has repeatedly affirmed – “the right of the people
to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.”
It ain’t, “should not be infringed,” or “shall finally be infringed once ‘progressives’ have assumed total dominance.”
No, “shall not” means shall not.
There’s only one way to take my guns, slick, and that’s through a
constitutional amendment – an amendment that will never happen – ever.
Try it any other way and we have a problem.
And this whole “assault weapons ban” angle? Sensationalist
propaganda. I prefer to call them “defense weapons.” Contrary to
left-wing revisionist pabulum, the Second Amendment’s not about squirrel
hunting.
Notice a trend here? What do Sandy Hook Elementary, Aurora Colorado’s
Century 16 theatre and Columbine have in common? They’re all “gun free
zones.”
Places you don’t see mass murder and mayhem? Well, there’s a reason
bad guys largely avoid shooting-up gun shows, ranges, households with
signs that say: “This home insured by Smith & Wesson” and Texas in
general. It’s because they know – even while thick-skulled liberals
don’t – that, as recently noted by the NRA’s Wayne LaPierre, “The only
thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.”
Oh, that rather than “gun free zone,” Sandy Hook had a sign reading:
“Staff heavily armed and trained. Any attempts to harm those herein will
be met with deadly force.” Might some of those beautiful babies have
still died if the P.E. coach and four MP5-bearing teachers had ended the
bloodshed soon after it began? Perhaps. But how many precious lives
could have been saved?
No, you won’t disarm me. You’re not going to neuter my household and
tear away my ability to defend my wife and precious babies like Dad did
all those years ago.
I really, really hope this president and his authoritarian cohorts in
Congress will slow down, take a deep breath and realize that, right
now, they’re playing a very dangerous game of chicken. If they try what I
think they might, but hope they don’t, I fear this nation – already on
the precipice of widespread civil unrest and economic disaster – might
finally spiral into to utter chaos, into a second civil war.
But then again, that may be exactly what they have in mind.
