Done With Leftist Trash
Done With Leftist Trash
This weekend was illuminating in a lot of ways. I don’t generally get into political debates on social media, but the amount of disinformation over gun control in my feeds over the weekend was like swimming in a lake of stupid, and the only life raft was facts, which the lake summarily rejected. Facts don’t deter gun grabbing leftist trash, whose response to any attempt to point out just how ignorant they are when it comes to gun control policy is to call you names and claim that you must hate children, because you hold your “toys” more important than their lives.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The very same people who claim that firearms are evil killing machines that should be kept out of the wrong hands (read: your hands), claim they’re just simple toys in order to stress their lack of value compared to the lives of children they claim.
Of course these same people don’t care to do anything about suicides that claimed the lives of more than 2,600 children ages 5-19 in 2016, but want to ensure that people who did nothing wrong, killed no one, and broke no law are disarmed because of an “epidemic” that killed seven kids in school shootings that year.
And if you oppose them, you are a callous, heartless creep who must hate children, and whose priorities are so screwed up, that your “toys” are more important to you than the lives of kids. Yes, I did actually encounter this argument which escalated into questions about my humanity, about my gender (because no woman could possibly consider guns more important than the children), about my heredity (my parents must have been either related, or one of them was a farm animal), etc.
That’s where I’m done. I’m done with leftist, gun grabbing trash that is incapable of conversation about policy without emotionalist histrionics, and whose first reaction to anyone who doesn’t toe the gun-grabber line is to insult their lineage and intelligence.
I’m done with ignorant statist Neanderthals who claim that you don’t need a gun because it won’t make a difference in a life-or-death situation, since after all Scot Peterson and his merry band of pusillanimous invertebrates had guns, and those guns didn’t help stop Nikolas Cruz, ignoring the fact that the bearer has to have the actual testicular fortitude to use said tools. I’m done with the hoplophobes sit on their high perch of cluelessness accusing those of us who disagree with them of disregarding the lives of children in favor of our so-called “toys” that don’t make a difference anyway.
Except when they do.
When they are used to protect the life of the bearer.
When they are used to defend oneself during an altercation.
And when they are used by parents to protect the lives of innocent infants.
These aren’t toys, and they aren’t hobbies! They are legitimate tools that are used to defend life and property thousands of times per year – life and property these supercilious twat hammers don’t care about, because if they did, they would understand that these people’s guns made all the difference to them when it mattered most.
They make a difference to would-be rape victims.
They make a difference to kids home alone during a home invasion.
They make a difference to mothers protecting their children.
But the gun grabber trash rationalizes those lives away because they want to push their political agenda. They don’t give a rat’s flying spinach-stained skidmark about the children. Because if they did, they would be grateful for the presence of guns in cases like this and this.
They use traumatized children as tools to push their policies without regard for their lives or their safety, and then they have the raw nerve to accuse those of us trying to have an adult conversation about gun control of hating kids and not holding their lives dear.
So let me set things straight right here and right now.
I am the parent of two wonderful kids, both of whom are serving in this nation’s military. They both knew gun safety rules, and learned how to shoot by the time they were 8 years old. I certainly don’t need lectures from half-witted cock anvils who haven’t had the pleasure of raising responsible, intelligent children into independent, rational adults (mostly because they couldn’t get laid if they crawled up a chicken’s ass and waited) about how I should care for the lives of kids more than I do my guns.
I am a veteran, who has been deployed to a combat zone. I was never infantry, obviously, but I am skilled enough with firearms to have qualified with the M9, the M16A2, and the M4. I have also safely fired the SAW, the M2, and the M60 machine guns, as well as the M203 and the AT4. Most of us who have spent any time in the military have at some point, so I’m not anything special, but I’m pretty damn sure that I know more about firearms and their safe use than some screeching harpy, whose idea of serving its country is wearing a pussy hat on its pointy head and drinking box wine in solidarity with its wailing, shrieking, gibbering sister-shrews.
I’ve also fired Uzis, SKSs, AKs, M1 Garands, and simple shotguns safely and effectively as a civilian. An M1911 is my regular carry weapon, and believe me, I am willing to use it should my life or the lives of my loved ones be threatened by the violent goblins whom you strive to protect by disarming me and mine.
So let me set you straight on a few things, leftist gun-grabber trash.
Is my right to defend myself and stand up to tyranny more important than your invented “right” to “feel safe?” Damn straight it is!
Is my ability to respond to an active threat more important than your precious FEELZ? Damn straight it is!
Is my responsibility to protect myself and those I love with the most effective tool on the market more important than your chickenshit belief that “guns don’t belong in schools?” Damn straight it is!
Is my desire to survive and to protect others more important than your cowardice and unwillingness to take personal responsibility for your own safety? Damn straight it is!
And by the way, it is my love of children that drives my desire to at least give them a chance to survive, using the skills and knowledge with firearms I have gained over the years – to give them a chance to live, to thrive, to learn, and maybe even take responsibility for the safety of others and for the sovereignty and freedom of our nation one day. Because I’d rather have the means to respond to a threat, and I’d rather have done everything in my power to neutralize it than sit cowering in a closet, waiting for help that may never arrive.
You don’t like it? I cordially invite you to get the hell out, and go visit my country of origin. You might want to leave your iPhones, Nikes, and cash with mommy and daddy, though. You won’t have the right to defend yourself from armed marauders there. As a matter of fact, you’ll be lucky if they leave you breathing and not naked and bleeding in a ditch.
Oh, you don’t want to go? You like it here with your chai soy lattes, your iPads, and your Nikes?
Then shut the fuck up, and let the adults talk.