Did we ever come out of the wild wild west? Ever learn to settle issues without violence? Or learn to ask questions, of others and oneself, before shooting first?
“The Gun makes all men equal.” Does it? Equal in what respect? The capacity for retaliation, retribution, extreme violence, of course…how dumb can I be? The world isn’t a friendly or kind place, is it? No one will dare raise a hand, against me, even in seeking recognition, or in expressing harmlessness, with my Gun in my hand. Lift your hands and I’ll shoot, so beware, you hostiles. I am your equal, as hostile or even more so, with my Gun.
“I love my country. I love its Freedom. My Gun is my free right to bear arms.” Ah, yes. I am free. I can do anything I wish in my country. Say anything, do anything, to the Devil with all others and their sentiments. I do so love to walk around with a bazooka that compensates for my other failings. Makes me a real man. And hey – my right is enshrined in the cons-tit-you-shun. I know my rights. That old piece of paper says: “A well-regulated militia, being necessary – something or the other – my right to bear Guns shall not be infringed.” Not even by my own understanding, compassion, wisdom, or God. And I shall teach my children the very same – you must worship your freedom and your Guns. And use them for wanton expressions of your manliness (womanliness too) and the occasional mass murder. I shall not care about what was meant with the preamble to the right in that old document. That is not my concern. I love that my country allows me to cherry pick just the phrase I can use – my right to bear weapons of mass murder shall not be infringed – to buttress my personal freedom.
“Guns do not kill people. People kill people.” Of course! Guns are things, harmful things, sure. They are used by good and bad people. We must arm all the good people of the world with the same weapons the bad people use. The nuclear deterrent. Fight terror with terror. That works, doesn’t it? Hey – if we’d armed all the concert goers in Las Vegas with automatic rifles, and if they’d been trained, they could’ve seen muzzle flashes from the hotel window and directed focused automatic fire toward that ‘evil’ terrorist. Just imagine – fire and fury – all focused in a stream of glorious avenging bullets against the vile shooter. The good people could’ve fought back and won a glorious victory. God would’ve won that night. It’s always a battle, life and death, ain’t it? People kill people.
My land of Ameriguns recognizes the truth: might is right. The Gun is supreme, and we shall never be caught unvigilant. We shall rain awesome destruction, shock and awe, on all who stand opposed to our ideology. And we shall use our cons-tit-you-shun as our highest moral principle. And profit from the agony of hundreds, thousands, millions, and billions of living beings all over the world. Profit is our God, and the Wild Wild West, our way of life.