Gun control.
Sensible.
Sensible if you believe that the passions of man should be divorced from consequence.
Sensible if you want to see your happier neighbours taken from their self-defended contentment and placed into the eternal discontent of fear that the coward feels.
Sensible if you want to remove the boundaries that govern your own evil impulses and replace them with boundaries preventing the establishment of boundaries.
I live in England, that is to say, I attempt to build my own hill of beans in a country that exists for the amusement of those that like to kick sand in faces and beans into sand.
Violence happens, is even forgiven, but just so long as it is without consequence.
When a man capable of consequence appears before the inmates of this place, they gather like dogs around a bear to begin the medieval sport of 'baiting'.
Except that we don't practise this on animals anymore, only humans, since this country is supposed to aspire to some form of civility or other.
Guns would put an end to this monatonic decline in human standards; but guns are banned due to the demands of civility.
In an ideal world, guns would not be necessary. The Utopian Cretins have said that the ideal will come about if we declare guns unnecessary; and enforce this lunatic inversion-at the point of a gun.
The next time you, who may live in free countries, hear someone demanding that you relinquish your guns for some reason or other, just remember this:
they are only interested in creating a society of thugs, in which it is safe to inflict any from of chronic violation and torture, while laughing at the alleged physical protection of the law, so that you may be reduced to the role of undefended, un-saveable victim, for all your years on the Earth they defile.
Don't give up your guns.
Remain the arsenal of freedom.
And give the chronically fearful something to fear.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
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2 comments:
Amen. Amen. Amen. Holster up.
When I escape from the village of Scary Mary to the broad, sunlit uplands of phones4u-land, I'll accept my own, personal Beretta 9mm with cries of yeah!yeah!, just like the strange man offered a ride in the beach buggy on the advert.
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