Re: Why I joined the N.R.A.
I'm sure there are decent defences of the NRA. This, however, isn't one of them.
Fedral wrote:Why I joined the N.R.A.[/u]
Mike S. Adams
April 5, 2004
It was just after midnight in January of 1993 when John and Tiffany left a party at the Sigma Chi house in Starkville, Mississippi. The band was winding down as the couple walked to their car in the parking lot close to where Highway 12 runs into Scott Field on the campus of Mississippi State University.
When they came upon a man who was trying to break into a car parked near their own, all hell broke loose. Before they knew it, they had been abducted at gunpoint. Words cannot describe the horror that John witnessed before Tiffany's life was taken. Shortly thereafter, he too was murdered execution-style by the side of Highway 45. Many tears were shed on Monday night when our fraternity met to mourn the deaths of the two young students.
After the murders, I had to endure driving by the murder site every Thursday night at about six o'clock on my way to Tupelo, Mississippi. My band played once a week at a bar in Tupelo called Jefferson Place. That meant that I had to drive by the murder site again on my way home at about two in the morning. The images got to me after a couple of weeks.....
....I was so distraught, in fact, that, instead of supporting policies that would limit the amount of guns in circulation, I decided to support an organization that would make it easier for criminals (like the ones who murdered my friend) to gain access to guns.
And, yes, I know that even guns possessed by good people often end up killing in error, when a child or criminal gets a hold of them. However, it makes me feel like a real man when I have a gun on my waist, and conjures up fond memories of GI Joe cartoons, so I got a gun of my own.
I moved to Wilmington, North Carolina. I noticed there were rampant crack sales in my nieghborhood. Again, the obvious solution was to carry a loaded concealed gun.
I spent nine long months lobbying to get cops to crack down on the nieghborhood dealers. In fact, I even organized a sting operation on the local crack house.
Of couse, in all the time I spent carrying guns, setting up stings, and bugging cops, I never once tried doing something productive, like getting involved in community efforts to prevent drug use. Again - guns were the only logical option.
I know guns are the answer. Once, I approached a local crack dealer and he didn't even buss a cap in my ass, ergo, he must have known I was carrying a gun. The gun obviously saved my life. What more proof do you need?
I know that carrying concealed weapons saves lives. Also, I know liberals are secretly working towards a marxist revolution. But time and space prevents me from backing up either of these statements. I said it, though. Ergo, it is fact.
Now is the time to point out that, besides carrying loaded weapons, I also enjoy murdering innocent animals. This provides an outlet from my troglodyte tendencies, and compensates for the fact that I cannot satisfy my wife. After all, if we didn't kill deer, they would take over the world and there would be a massacre on Americans roadways as helpless motorists were killed by wandering deer. Again, I say guns.
People who are against allowing private citizens to carry loaded hidden weapons are all fanatics. Note that by 'fanatic' I mean 'liberal,' as they are synonymous.
The argument against concealed weapons is intellectually bankrupt. I know this is a fact 'cause once, I met this one guy, and he didn't know how to define the term "automatic weapon."
This clearly demonstrates that guns are the solution to the worlds problems.
When people mention legal concerns, like the Second Amendment, I just head down to the local sporting goods store and buy another gun that I don't really need. Clearly, this is the logical response.