Neanderpundit

No, not you, dumbass.

One of the biggest weapons the statist left uses against normal people is the fearmongering about firearms. It is no coincidence that they fear an armed citizenry, and disarmament is their core concern- once the nation is disarmed, it is a target rich environment for any stupidity they want to impose on us.

The bottomline, in my opinion, is this: we have to make the statists fear US, and not our firearms. Ten thousand motivated individuals with cricket bats can do more in a single afternoon to rid us of statist fools than an army of armed citizens. We need to figure out a way to make everyone understand that it is not being armed that makes us strong.

It is being right.

mlraeaugh. Hair, whkleau mlam mlam, wound round my uvula. Bleauck. Where the hell did that come fro….

grin.

spit hair out window.

drive to work.

I have, in my posession, a couple hundred 30-06 cases. There are five boxes of R-P on my desk as we speak. I had a box sitting on the shelf in my closet that I hadn’t looked at for ages, and yesterday I took it down, and opened it up.

There were twenty rounds in it, plus one loose round. It was all mil stuff. Wierd primer crimp, and the cartridge mouth looked fucked up. I tried to remember where I’d gotten them and then I noticed the headstamp- “FAPS”. They were blanks.

Where the hell would I have come across blanks?

then it came back. I was visiting a friend’s gravesite a couple years ago, and as I stood there thinking about him, I heard rifle fire. Across the cemetary, an honor guard saluted a fallen soldier. Seven shots, three times. I walked over, and saw the honor guard walk to their cars- some with canes, some walkers, all had white painteed dress rifles, enfields and springfields. The undertaker lowered the casket into the ground alone, no mourners stood by. I stood and watched as the attendants packed up the casket lowering winch, rolled up the astroturf. Nobody around. The gravedigger started the backhoe.

I picked 21 blank cartridges off the ground.

It started to rain. I walked back to my car and got in, started it, waited for the fog to clear off the windows.

A lot of boys- too young yet to be called men- will come home from Iraq in the next couple years. Some, like this ww2 vet, will die alone, having outlived all their family and friends, only their comrades in arms there, at the end, to see them off.

Earn the work they’re doing for you.