(Hope you enjoy this read as much as I did)
From the Firearms Coalition
By Jeff Knox
It’s the Murderer Stupid!
Last Friday, as people began celebrating their extended Memorial Day weekend, one demented little narcissist took a knife and slaughtered 3 innocent people in the opening act of a really bad play he called his “Day of Retribution.” He went on to kill three others and severely injure several more before finally taking his own worthless life.
Before I go on, let me make something really clear: I believe that all media, myself included, have a responsibility to avoid glorifying wanton criminals, minimizing reporting about the murderer. The efficacy of this approach has been proven in studies concerning the reporting of suicides.* I personally take that a step further by actively denigrating, shaming, and belittling the pathetic deviants for their evil actions. As a policy, I never repeat the name of one of these loathsome rodents, nor do I publish their pictures or their idiotic rantings, because doing so feeds the beast. It gives them what they wanted – fame and recognition – and it helps to motivate the next iteration of a murdering scumbag that we know is waiting in the wings looking for the trigger to change his life and make him “famous.” If all media would adopt a similar attitude toward these low-life no-accounts, I believe we would not see such aberrations occurring as often as we currently do.
In the most recent case, there are strong indications that the murderer was emulating a movie about another murderer, and there is some indication that his whole idea for a “Day of Retribution” – and the resulting “fame” – might have been triggered by news coverage of the Sandy Hook atrocity. Unfortunately, I see a high probability of this murderer’s story being turned into a feature film to help fuel demented sickos for years to come.
This deviant was an attention-seeking narcissist who loved his own voice and face, so there are tons of “selfie” pictures and videos for the media to regurgitate all over the airwaves and interwebs while asking “Why,” and suggesting that some sort of new gun control law is the key that might have prevented the tragedy and could certainly head off the next one before it happens.
The truth is, this was a pampered, spoiled little jerk who never learned empathy for his fellow man. He was so wrapped up in his own sense of entitlement that he believed he “deserved” to have beautiful girls lavish their affections on him – regardless of his attitudes or behavior – and that it was just and right to “annihilate” them for not “choosing him.” In short, he was an immature, effeminate, little brat whining about never having sex, and throwing a violent temper-tantrum.
Oh, but if he hadn’t had easy access to guns, these people wouldn’t have died – say the anti-rights extremists, ignoring the fact that he murdered just as many people with a knife as he did with a gun, and also ignoring the fact that California is ranked Number One by the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence for having the strictest gun laws in the country. Every major gun control restriction seriously debated in Congress over the past 10 years or more has been enacted in California, along with a number of their own additional restrictions.
This punk began planning his heinous act over a year ago. He purchased each of his three guns separately, waiting at least a month between each purchase, passing a background check, observing the mandatory 10-day waiting period, and duly registering his purchases with the California Department of Justice each time. One of the guns cost around $500, while the other two were reportedly purchased for over $1000 each. Like most mass killings, this was not a spur of the moment thing; it was thoroughly planned out – almost scripted. The killer was thwarted in part of his plan because his father was in town, preventing him from being able to safely kill his step-mother and two half-brothers. His father’s proximity also prevented the murderer from being able to take his father’s SUV, which the killer wanted to use in the final rampage because he felt it would do more damage to people when he hit them with it as opposed to his sleek BMW coupe.
With such detailed and graphic planning, it is almost certain that, had firearms not been readily available, this sick little puke would have come up with some other, possibly more effective, way of carrying out his horrible “retribution.”
The other fact ignored by the radical gun control zealots is that there are over 300 million guns in civilian hands in the US – one in almost half of all homes – and over 99% of those guns are never involved in any sort of criminal activity. Guns don’t cause the crime – criminals do. The media and some politicians are again using a horrible atrocity as a launching pad to push for stricter gun control laws – ignoring the failed mental health system and the failed gun control laws this murderer – and most mass murderers – obeyed.
It’s time to remind the politicians: It’s not the guns, it’s the criminals, stupid!
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While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the man.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”
“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the senator.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises…
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter
is waiting for him.
“Now it’s time to visit heaven.”
So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. “I don’t understand,” stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”
The devil looks at him, smiles and says,
“Yesterday we were campaigning…… Today you voted.”
Thank you for continuing to hold on to what has worked for all of us for many, many years before all this “modern” way of life took over our lives.
Let me say first, that I do not hate the folks who don’t agree with me. I don’t hate anyone because of their skin, gender or national origin. I hate liars. I hate traitors. I especially hate arrogant motherfuckers.
I don’t like in any way dishonesty, which includes being and remaining an illegal immagrant to this country. I understand that there are much worse places in the world than here, and I don’t blame anyone for wanting to change their life, situation or give their children a better life. I just feel that people ought to be honest about it if they’re going to come here. And if they are, then welcome. Otherwise it’s a crime.
One must remember when reading this that I was born here. I didn’t have a choice to come here, this is where I am from. This is where my family has been from, for at least 5 generations that I know of. I love my country and my fellow Americans. (even if some of them suck).
There are the little vioces going off in my head right now about how that also makes me & my family immigrants as well. We mostly all came from somewhere else in the world at some point. I do not need to be told this.
The fundamentals that our nation were built upon are crumbling. Not just crumbling but being smashed by the very people who they were meant to protect. With a whole heap of help from the ones we have elected to lead us. The worse part may be that people don’t seem to care, as long as we all have our Starbucks, our cellphones and Facebook status updates. And we were even warned ahead of time that this was going to happen.
Forget all the “prophecies” or the statitical repeating of history. We were told by the president himself that America was going to be changed, by him & his partners at the very core. And that is exactly what has happened. Not working.
We were told the constitution was an “outdated” piece of paper. And they basically have thrown it out, with our approval. Told us to our faces that we don’t have anymore rights, that we aren’t able to think for ourselves anymore, we believed it. We fell into their traps, fell for the lies. This just continues on until something big happens. Then look for someone else to blame. Maybe it’s time we did something about all this bullshit. It’s still “We The People” right?
Now we’re being told that all of us “white” folks are racist, and we didn’t even know it. Didn’t know? If I didn’t know, how the hell does anyone else know what’s inside my head? Well, that tells me that my thoughts are being controlled as well as my rights. The right to freedom of expression none the less. The first ammendment for crying out loud. You know, the one that allows everyone else to call me “CRACKER”. And if I’m such a bigot, then why am I married to a woman of hispanic ancestry? Why? I didnt even know I was racist. Fuck you.
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A BIG THANKS TO KEN LANE, AN AMERICAN PATRIOT WHO GIVES A SHIT.
I don’t know if it’s my computer, the slow ass internet connection, or just the fact that wordpress is totally sucking balls lately. But, mostly I am worked up over this ASSHOLE. . .
And these assholes aren’t any better. A politician is a politician, ain’t none of ’em any fucking good no more.
NONE of these fuckers will ever speak for me, you, or anyone but themselves. They don’t represent America.
FIRST AMMENDMENT ASSHOLES…
Can you tell I’m a bit sick of it? This is our country.
THE FUCKING STUPID IS EVERYWHERE!!!
MY FUCKING HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!
IF THINGS DON’T IMPROVE SOON. . .
GODDAMMIT I NEED TO FUCKING SHOOT SOMETHING OR BLOW IT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!FUCK!!!!!!!SHIT!!!!!!!!!MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FUCK DAMMIT FUCK FUCK SHIT FUUCCKK!!!!!!!!
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For the record…It’s only my head that’s going to explode. Not a threat to anyone. The shooting comment was intended for the firing range.
Just in case anyone thought they were going to get cute, and accuse me of anything.