There is a very simple reason gun owners and those who value the right to defend themselves and their families should not agree to any additional gun control laws or restrictions, no matter how benign or reasonable they appear. It is the slippery slope argument. Once you agree that mags will be limited to 10 rounds, the gun controllers will start to agitate for 5 rounds. Once you agree that you can only buy one handgun per month, they will start with one per year. It will never stop with these people. Not until they have imposed UK-style gun confiscation on us. Every compromise you make with them brings that result closer.
Obama handling of the economy is responsible not guns. The poor economy has caused many people to simply snap and do crazy things.
Tsing, you have stayed away the Ryan plan. Find the right thread or start one. I would like to hear your take, since that is kinda what you do.
Absolutely GD right! ...,the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed. infringed Verb: Actively break the terms of (a law, agreement, etc.): "infringe a copyright". Act so as to limit or undermine (something); encroach on: "infringe on his privacy".
Wait, except for the that one woman who died of CA. I heard someone else may have killed her. He violated one of the Three Laws of Robotics, too.
which thread? I normally don't get involved in the Hatfield/McCoy rivalries we've got in this forum, but if it's economics related. Point me to a thread and I'll jump in with my opinion.
You know how it is down here. The entire front page changes every few hours So, I am not sure, but we will be analyzing the Ryan plan going forward no doubt, just wondering what you think about it.
The Liberal Gun Nut by CHRISTOPHER KETCHAM My father and I, at his house in the Catskills, playing the Goldman Sachs-Mini 14 game: We tramp out into the hardwoods, among the butterflies and the mosquitoes, with the rifle, a Ruger Mini-14 .223 banana-clipped at 30 rounds. Fast action semi-automatic, modeled after the M-14 military issue, but short-barreled, carbine-style â a rifle meant to be hidden under raincoats for shooting up the town. Which, being good liberals, we would never do. Instead, he shouts âGOLDMAN SACHS! ON THE LEFT!â and I leap to it, emptying the magazine, firing from the hip, the muzzle jumping, flaring yellow, the barrel heating, the casings ejected in zinging arcs, the rounds, traveling 3,100 feet per second, splashing dirt and chipping at the wood pile and terrifying the squirrels. âLEHMAN BROS!â shouts my father, which for a moment throws me â the Bros. being defunct â but then instinct kicks in and I let go with another volley. And so on. Good fun, very satisfying. The goal, obviously, is to fire as many rounds as fast as possible â preferably with stopwatch marking time â into the imagined banksters running about in the woods, their mouths gagged with a wad of twenties. Liberal progressives are supposed to hate guns, the âgun cultureâ meant as code for the secure ghetto of the bubbas and the rednecks and the âconservativesâ and Second Amendment nutjobs. I beg to differ. I know left-wingers, anarchists, socialists, antiwar activists, Democrats, Naderites, anti-corporatists, and antiglobalists who are armed to the teeth, who love their guns, play with their guns, clean them, talk to them, know how to use them, train with them, go hunting with them, kill meat with them, and get together sometimes for shooting parties to knock holes in color photos of corporate criminals. These are people who read the Nation, Harperâs, the New Yorker, listen to Amy Goodman as gospel, have books like âThe Shock Doctrineâ and âThe Omnivoreâs Dilemmaâ at their bedside, and even visit lefty propagandists like CounterPunch. Smart, well-read, many of them college-educated, ranging in class from broke and living in a desert tent or trailer park (often by choice) to semi-comfortable and settled in the lower or middling middle classes. Some are off-the-gridders, growing their own food, electrifying their homes with sunlight and wind; some are journalists, artists, businessmen; one of them, an Internet radio entrepreneur, ran for governor of Vermont last year on a ticket whose main platform was âthe destruction of the American Empire.â Consider my father, owner of that bankster-slaughtering Mini-14. Hereâs a guy who voted for Obama (regretting it every day), who in a recent letter to the president wrote: âThis nation must not reduce its assistance to our tens of millions of poor citizens; it must not cut Medicaid or Social Security or Medicare. To cover these costs we must increase taxes on all Americans â especially the rich, the Two Percenters who have doubled their wealth over the last generation by draining the wealth of the great mass of low, moderate and middle income folks. The behavior of the government toward the rich â allowing the Two Percenters to fleece everyone else â is not only morally obscene; it is bad for business.â A proud liberal, a believer in the possibilities of good government, my father also owns shotguns, hunting rifles, .22 plinkers. Or consider my friend Travis Kelly, a writer and political cartoonist in Grand Junction, Colo. â self-described âmember of Americaâs most closeted and underestimated minority, liberals who own gunsâ â who wrote a piece for Hustler magazine recently along the same lines as this article. Among the reasons for his being pro-gun (he owns a lot of them): A friend of his, along a lonely stretch of Texas highway a few years ago, was kidnapped and nearly raped. Luckily she had a pistol in her pocket, a little .38 revolver, and with it plugged her attacker in the stomach as he was unbuckling his pants. âAnd the lesson is: the police cannot be everywhere all the time, they are not omnipotent, and we donât want them to be,â writes Kelly. âThere are times when the individual must be responsible for his or her own self-defense. Guns are the great equalizers, against larger predators.â This is a guy who also pens cartoons for Hustler showing a teeth-clenched Uncle Sam getting fucked in the ass by the grinning pantless CEO of Goldman Sachs. Within the âgun cultureâ vilified by progressive liberals, in other words, there is a progressive liberal subculture that is heavily armed. Apparently, this is not to be spoken of, probably because itâs not supposed to exist; itâs supposed to be closeted. Talk to the typical Manhattan progressive â I know a lot of them, living in New York â and mention you own guns, and weirdness ensues. You might as well be explaining the pleasures of pederasty. I deal with a lot of editors of progressive publications who have never held a gun, much less shot one, and would think it unseemly, uncouth, by god uncultured, to do either. Some of these folks think no American should own guns, that the guns should be outlawed altogether, to which I respond with Utah anarchist Ed Abbeyâs remarks on this matter. âThe tank, the B-52, the fighter-bomber, the state-controlled police and the military are the weapons of dictatorship,â said Abbey. âThe rifle is the weapon of democracy. Not for nothing was the revolver called an âequalizer.â Egalite implies liberte. And always will. Let us hope our weapons are never needed â but do not forget what the common people knew when they demanded the Bill of Rights: An armed citizenry is the first defense, the best defense, and the final defense against tyrannyâ¦.If guns are outlawed, only the government will have guns. Only the police, the secret police, the military, the hired servants of our rulers. Only the government â and a few outlaws. I intend to be among the outlaws.â In Abbeyâs country recently, in the canyonlands of southern Utah, I shoulder a backpack for a few nights of solo-camping in the La Sal Mountains, strapped with a brand new and lovely .40 calibre FN Herstal semi-auto pistol, 14 shot. Black bear country â theyâre getting uppity these days â and you at least want to pretend to be safe. At 12,000 feet, in the hot shining height, I shed clothing, except for boots and the pistol and make the final 200 feet of ascent up the scree slope working on my tan. I fire off six rounds into the air, Palestinian-wedding-style, upon reaching Pilot Mountain. Why not? Itâs wilderness, a free country, not another human being for 20 miles in any direction. Naked on a peak with a .40 cal., happy as only the free can be. This too is the redneckâs dream â though if there was a road up Pilot Mountain, pity the fool, he would have 4Ã4âd it. Letâs not forget that the liberal and conservative gun nuts might someday meet on that mountaintop, on the occasion when the rifle again is needed to defend the democracy.