“Havin’ ain’t usin’”
Not yet! Not until they force us to use them.
Even the O'Bunghole has to know that, if he pushes too hard, within a matter of hours, there could be over twenty-million partriots, armed to the teeth, gathering on The Mall. waiting for an excuse to let Fido hunt again. That old dawg has been a long time away from the real heat, but he remembers the adrenaline-gushing smell of it, and just how molten it can get.
For those among us who have known intimately such times, there's nothing back here in the world that comes close to making you feel so alive... so huge and important and necessary.
There's at least a small but yearning piece of that point man, that gold miner, that buckskin-clad gladiator coursing through the veins of almost all patriotic Americans. We all know, at at least some seemingly insignificant level, what has been the historical price-tag for the freedoms and comforts and pleasures we think of as life in these United States.
Very few are completely unwilling to do whatever is necessary to pass that on to our progeny. Many will never know what they are capable of until their lives hang in the balance.
Should we ever crest that wretchedly ignoble rise, I have all good faith in my neighbors and countrymen that enough will share our ideals that we will not stand alone on that great and terrible day, despite that surely we would were naught else left to us.
Perhaps I have more faith in my fellows than you, but I think not. In your heart of hearts, you know what even O'Buttwad knows: They can only push just so far, and then their every step is but another into the abyss.
8^D
We’re still in the stage of
“don’t have to use ‘em, because we have ‘em”.
Things get REAL ugly when you HAVE to use ‘em to show those who would enslave us that we won’t go without a fight.
Up till now, they understood that.
They’ve gotten real cocky, though, with the culmination of their agenda in the election of their pet Marxist to the most powerful office in the world.