America did not become the world's greatest nation by giving up things.

America fought and fought hard for everything.

You should be found guilty of  TREASON if you think the people of the United States should be disarmed.

ALL YOU LOSERS IN AUSTRALIA AND GREAT BRITAIN ARE DISARMED SHEEP AND YOUR VIOLENT CRIME RATE IS RISING FASTER THAN EVER

ARGUMENTS

    RANT - "Guns were designed to kill"

    TRUTH - Whiskey barrels were designed to hold whiskey but they look very pretty with flowers in them.

    TRUTH - My guns have killed less people than Ted Kennedy's car. Does that make my gun faulty?

    TRUTH - Shut up you whiney prick.

    RANT - "Only the police should have guns because they are trained"

    TRUTH - I can outshoot EVERY officer I know

    TRUTH - If trained equals hired under affirmative action policies then that means substandard training

    TRUTH - Police are human like everyone else. In fact their stress levels are very high, not the best time to have a gun. The only thing special about them is that they have to put up with way too much crap from EVERYBODY and not kick the crap out them.

    TRUTH  -  A state where only the police are armed is called a "police state"

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The Price of free corn !!! (The Wild and Free Pigs of the Okefenokee Swamp)

Some years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from North Dakota hitched up
some horses to his  wagon, packed a few possessions --
especially his traps -- and drove south. Several weeks later he stopped
in a small town just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.

It was a Saturday morning -- a lazy day -- when he walked into the
general store. Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight
of the town's local citizens.

The traveler spoke. "Gentlemen, could you direct me to the Okefenokee
Swamp?"

Some of the oldtimers looked at him like he was crazy. "You must be a
stranger in these parts," they said.

"I am. I'm from North Dakota," said the stranger. "In the Okefenokee
Swamp are thousands of wild hogs." one old man explained. "A man who
goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!" He lifted up his leg. "I
lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the swamp."

Another old fellow said, "Look at the cuts on me; look at my arm bit
off! Those pigs have been free since the Revolution, eating snakes and
rooting out roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred years.

They're wild and they're dangerous. You can't trap them. No man dare go
into the swamp by himself." Every man nodded his head in agreement.

The old trapper said, "Thank you so much for the warning. Now could you
direct me to the swamp?" They said, "Well, yeah, it's due south --
straight down the road." But they begged the stranger not to go, 
because they knew he'd meet a terrible fate.

He said, "Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load it in the wagon."

And they did. Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove on down
the road. The townsfolk thought they'd never see him again. 

Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to the general store, got down 
off the wagon, walked in and bought ten more sacks of corn. After loading 
it up he went back down the road toward the swamp.

Two weeks later he returned and again bought ten sacks of corn. This
went on for a month. And then two months, and three. Every week or two
the old trapper would come into town on a Saturday morning, load up ten
Sacks of corn, and drive off south into the swamp.

The stranger soon became a legend in the little village and the subject
of much speculation. People wondered what kind of devil had possessed
this man, that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself and not be
consumed by the wild and free hogs.
One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone thought he wanted
more corn. He got off the wagon and went into the store where the usual
group of men were gathered around the stove. He took off his gloves.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I need to hire about ten or fifteen wagons. I
need twenty or thirty men. I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp,
penned up, and they're all hungry. I've got to get them to market right
away."
"You've WHAT in the swamp?" asked the storekeeper, incredulously. "I
have six thousand hogs penned up. They haven't eaten for two or three
days, and they'll starve if I don't get back there to feed and take 
Care of them."
One of the oldtimers said, "You mean you've captured the wild hogs of
the Okefenokee?"
"That's right."
"How did you do that? What did you do?" the men urged, breathlessly.
One of them exclaimed, "But I lost my arm!"
"I lost my brother!" cried another.
"I lost my leg to those wild boars!" chimed a third.
The trapper said, "Well, the first week I went in there they were wild
all right. They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn't come out. I dared
not get off the wagon. So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every
day I'd spread a sack of corn. The old pigs would have nothing to do
with it."
"But the younger pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn than
it was to root out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to
eat the corn first. I did this every day. 

Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn. 

After all, they were all
free; they were not penned up. They could run off in any direction they
wanted at any time."

"The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all 
the time. So I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn in the
clearing. At first they wouldn't come to the clearing. It was too far.
It was too open. It was a nuisance to them."

"But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in the
clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes. And
not long thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was easier to
come to the clearing every day."

"And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get their
free corn. They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes
and whatever else they wanted. After all, they were all free. They 
could run in any direction at any time. There were no bounds upon them."

"The next step was to get them used to fence posts. So I put fence 
Posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in the underbrush so that
they wouldn't get suspicious or upset. After all, they were just sticks
sticking up out of the ground, like the trees and the brush. The corn
was there every day. It was easy to walk in between the posts, get the
corn, and walk back out."

"This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to
walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back out
through the fence posts."

"The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. I also left a 
few openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the 
openings and the younger pigs could easily jump over just one rail. After all, 
it was no real threat to their freedom or independence. They could always
jump over the rail and flee in any direction at any time."

"Now I decided that I wouldn't feed them every day. I began to feed 
them every other day. On the days I didn't feed them the pigs still gathered
in the clearing. They squealed, and they grunted, and they begged and
pleaded with me to feed them. But I only fed them every other day. And 
I put a second rail around the posts."

"Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food. Because now they
were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots and 
Finding their own food. They now needed me. They needed my corn every other 
day. So I trained them that I would feed them every day if they came in
through a gate. And I put up a third rail around the fence. But it was
still no great threat to their freedom, because there were several 
gates and they could run in and out at will."

"Finally I put up the fourth rail. Then I closed all the gates but one,
and I fed them very, very well. Yesterday I closed the last gate. And
today I need you to help me take these pigs to market."

-- end of story --

The price of free corn The allegory of the pigs has a serious moral
lesson. This story is about federal money being used to bait, trap and
enslave a once free and independent people.
Federal welfare, in its myriad forms, has reduced not only individuals
to a state of dependency. State and local governments are also on the
fast track to elimination, due to their functions being subverted by 
the command and control structures of federal "revenue sharing" programs.

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YOU WANT STATS? COMMIES LOVE STATS

1: More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread eaters.

2: Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming
households score below average on standardized tests.

3: In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the
home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant
mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth;
and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever and influenza ravaged whole
nations.

4: More than 90 percent of violent crimes are committed within 24
hours of eating bread.

5: Bread is made from a substance called "dough." It has been proven
that as little as one pound of dough can be used to suffocate a mouse.
The average American eats more bread than that in one month!

6: Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low
occurrence of cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease and
osteoporosis.

7: Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread
and given only water to eat begged for bread after only two days.

8: Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to "harder"
items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter and even cold cuts.

9: Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more
than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your
body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you
into a soggy, gooey bread-pudding person.

10: Newborn babies can choke on bread.

11: Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit!
That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.

12: Most American bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish
between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical
babbling.

In light of these frightening statistics, we propose the following
bread restrictions:

1: No sale of bread to minors.

2: No advertising of bread within 1000 feet of a school.

3: A 300 percent federal tax on all bread to pay for all the societal
ills we might associate with bread.

4: No animal or human images, nor any primary colors (which may appeal
to children) may be used to promote bread usage.

5: A $4.2 zillion fine on the three biggest bread manufacturers.

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"WHAT GOOD CAN A HANDGUN DO AGAINST AN ARMY.....?"

If/when our Federal Government comes to pilfer, pillage, plunder our 
property and destroy our lives, what good can a handgun do against an army 
with advanced weaponry, tanks, missiles, planes, or whatever else they might 
have at their disposal to achieve their nefarious goals? (I'm not being 
facetious: I accept the possibility that what happened in Germany, or 
similar, could happen here; I'm just not sure that the potential good from 
an armed citizenry in such a situation outweighs the day-to-day problems 
caused by masses of idiots who own guns.)"

If I may, I'd like to try to answer that question. I certainly do not think 
the writer facetious for asking it. The subject is a serious one that I 
have given much research and considerable thought to. I believe that upon 
the answer to this question depends the future of our Constitutional 
republic, our liberty and perhaps our lives. My friend Aaron Zelman, one of 
he founders of Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership told me 
once:

"If every Jewish and anti-nazi family in Germany had owned a Mauser rifle 
and twenty rounds of ammunition AND THE WILL TO USE IT (emphasis supplied, 
MV), Adolf Hitler would be a little-known footnote to the history of the 
Weimar Republic."
Note well that phrase: "and the will to use it," for the simply-stated 
question, "What good can a handgun do against an army?", is in fact a 
complex one and must be answered at length and carefully. It is a military 
question. It is also a political question. But above all it is a moral 
question which strikes to the heart of what makes men free, and what makes 
them slaves. First, let's answer the military question.

Most military questions have both a strategic and a tactical component. 
Let's consider the tactical.

A friend of mine owns an instructive piece of history. It is a small, crude 
pistol, made out of sheet-metal stampings by the U.S. during World War II. 
While it fits in the palm of your hand and is a slowly-operated, single-shot 
arm, it's powerful .45 caliber projectile will kill a man with brutal 
efficiency. With a short, smooth-bore barrel it can reliably kill only at 
point blank ranges, so its use requires the will (brave or foolhardy) to get 
in close before firing. It is less a soldier's weapon than an assassin's 
tool. The U.S. manufactured them by the million during the war, not for our 
own forces but rather to be air-dropped behind German lines to resistance 
units in occupied Europe. Crude and slow (the fired case had to be knocked 
out of the breech by means of a little wooden dowel, a fresh round procured 
from the storage area in the grip and then manually reloaded and cocked) and 
so wildly inaccurate it couldn't hit the broad side of a French barn at 50 
meters, to the Resistance man or woman who had no firearm it still looked 
pretty darn good.

The theory and practice of it was this: First, you approach a German sentry 
with your little pistol hidden in your coat pocket and, with Academy-award 
sincerity, ask him for a light for your cigarette (or the time the train 
leaves for Paris, or if he wants to buy some non-army-issue food or a half- 
hour with your "sister"). When he smiles and casts a nervous glance down 
the street to see where his Sergeant is at, you blow his brains out with 
your first and only shot, then take his rifle and ammunition. Your next few 
minutes are occupied with "getting out of Dodge," for such critters 
generally go around in packs. After that (assuming you evade your late 
benefactor's friends) you keep the rifle and hand your little pistol to a 
fellow Resistance fighter so they can go get their own rifle.

Or maybe you then use your rifle to get a submachine gun from the Sergeant 
when he comes running. Perhaps you get very lucky and pickup a light 
machine gun, two boxes of ammunition and a haversack of hand grenades. With 
two of the grenades and the expenditure of a half-a-box of ammunition at a 
hasty roadblock the next night, you and your friends get a truck full of 
arms and ammunition. (Some of the cargo is sticky with "Boche" blood, but 
you don't mind terribly.) 

Pretty soon you've got the best armed little maquis unit in your part of 
France, all from that cheap little pistol and the guts to use it. (One 
wonders if the current political elite's opposition to so-called "Saturday 
Night Specials" doesn't come from some adopted racial memory of previous 
failed tyrants. Even cheap little pistols are a threat to oppressive 
regimes.)

They called the pistol the "Liberator." Not a bad name, all in all.

Now let's consider the strategic aspect of the question, "What good can a 
handgun do against an army....?" We have seen that even a poor pistol can 
make a great deal of difference to the military career and postwar plans of 
one enemy soldier. That's tactical. But consider what a million pistols, 
or a hundred million pistols (which may approach the actual number of 
handguns in the U.S. today), can mean to the military planner who seeks to 
carry out operations against a populace so armed. Mention "Afghanistan" or 
"Chechnya" to a member of the current Russian military hierarchy and watch 
them shudder at the bloody memories. Then you begin to get the idea that 
modern munitions, air superiority and overwhelming, precision-guided 
violence still are not enough to make victory certain when the targets are 
not sitting Christmas- present fashion out in the middle of the desert.

"A billion here, a billion there, sooner or later it adds up to real money." 
--Everett Dirksen

Consider that there are at least as many firearms-- handguns, rifles and 
shotguns-- as there are citizens of the United States. Consider that last 
year there were more than 14 million Americans who bought licenses to hunt 
deer in the country. 14 million-- that's a number greater than the largest 
five professional armies in the world combined. Consider also that those 
deer hunters are not only armed, but they own items of military utility-- 
everything from camouflage clothing to infrared "game finders", Global 
Positioning System devices and night vision scopes.

Consider also that quite a few of these hunters are military veterans. Just 
as moving around in the woods and stalking game are second nature, military 
operations are no mystery to them, especially those who were on the 
receiving end of guerrilla war in Southeast Asia. Indeed, such men, aging 
though they may be, may be more psychologically prepared for the exigencies 
of civil war (for this is what we are talking about) than their younger 
active-duty brother-soldiers whose only military experience involved neatly 
defined enemies and fronts in the Grand Campaign against Saddam. Not since 
1861-1865 has the American military attempted to wage a war athwart its own 
logistical tail (nor indeed has it ever had to use modern conventional 
munitions on the Main Streets of its own hometowns and through its' 
relatives backyards, nor has it tested the obedience of soldiers who took a 
very different oath with orders to kill their "rebellious" neighbors, but 
that touches on the political aspect of the question).

But forget the psychological and political for a moment, and consider just 
the numbers. To paraphrase the Senator, "A million pistols here, a million 
rifles there, pretty soon you're talking serious firepower." No one, 
repeat, no one, will conquer America, from within or without, until its 
citizenry are disarmed. We remain, as a British officer had reason to 
complain at the start of our Revolution, "a people numerous and armed."

The Second Amendment is a political issue today only because of the military 
reality that underlies it. Politicians who fear the people seek to disarm 
them. People who fear their government's intentions refuse to be disarmed. 
The Founders understood this. So, too, does every tyrant who ever lived. 
Liberty-loving Americans forget it at their peril. Until they do, American 
gunowners in the aggregate represent a strategic military fact and an 
impediment to foreign tyranny. They also represent the greatest political 
challenge to home-grown would-be tyrants. If the people cannot be forcibly 
disarmed against their will, then they must be persuaded to give up their 
arms voluntarily. This is the siren song of "gun control," which is to say 
"government control of all guns," although few self-respecting gun-grabbers 
would be quite so bold as to phrase it so honestly.

Joseph Stalin, when informed after World War II that the Pope disapproved of 
Russian troops occupying Trieste, turned to his advisors and asked, "The 
Pope? The Pope? How many divisions does he have?" Dictators are unmoved by 
moral suasion. Fortunately, our Founders saw the wisdom of backing the 
First Amendment up with the Second. The "divisions" of the army of American 
constitutional liberty get into their cars and drive to work in this country 
every day to jobs that are hardly military in nature. Most of them are 
unmindful of the service they provide. Their arms depots may be found in 
innumerable closets, gunracks and gunsafes. They have no appointed 
officers, nor will they need any until they are mobilized by events. Such 
guardians of our liberty perform this service merely by existing. And 
although they may be an ever-diminishing minority within their own country, 
as gun ownership is demonized and discouraged by the ruling elites, still 
they are as yet more than enough to perform their vital task. And if they 
are unaware of the impediment they present to their would-be rulers, their 
would-be rulers are painfully aware of these "divisions of liberty", as 
evidenced by their incessant calls for individual disarmament. They 
understand moral versus military force just as clearly as Stalin, but they 
would not be so indelicate as to quote him.

The Roman Republic failed because they could not successfully answer the 
question, "Who Shall Guard the Guards?" The Founders of this Republic 
answered that question with both the First and Second Amendments. Like 
Stalin, the Clintonistas could care less what common folk say about them, 
but the concept of the armed citizenry as guarantors of their own liberties 
sets their teeth on edge and disturbs their statist sleep.

Governments, some great men once avowed, derive their legitimacy from "the 
consent of the governed." In the country that these men founded, it should 
not be required to remind anyone that the people do not obtain their 
natural, God-given liberties by "the consent of the Government." Yet in 
this century, our once great constitutional republic has been so profaned in 
the pursuit of power and social engineering by corrupt leaders as to be 
unrecognizable to the Founders. And in large measure we have ourselves to 
blame because at each crucial step along the way the usurpers of our 
liberties have obtained the consent of a majority of the governed to do what 
they have done, often in the name of "democracy"-- a political system 
rejected by the Founders. Another good friend of mine gave the best 
description of pure democracy I have ever heard. "Democracy," he concluded, 
"is three wolves and a sheep sitting down to vote on what to have for 
dinner." The rights of the sheep in this system are by no means guaranteed.

Now it is true that our present wolf-like, would-be rulers do not as yet 
seek to eat that sheep and its peaceable wooly cousins (We, the people). 
They are, however, most desirous that the sheep be shorn of taxes, and if 
possible and when necessary, be reminded of their rightful place in society 
as "good citizen sheep" whose safety from the big bad wolves outside their 
barn doors is only guaranteed by the omni-presence in the barn of the "good 
wolves" of the government. Indeed, they do not present themselves as wolves 
at all, but rather these lupines parade around in sheep's clothing, bleating 
insistently in falsetto about the welfare of the flock and the necessity to 
surrender liberty and property "for the children", er, ah, I mean "the 
lambs." In order to ensure future generations of compliant sheep, they are 
careful to educate the lambs in the way of "political correctness," tutoring 
them in the totalitarian faiths that "it takes a barnyard to raise a lamb" 
and "all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others."

Every now and then, some tough old independent-minded ram refuses to be 
shorn and tries to remind the flock that they once decided affairs 
themselves according to the rule of law of their ancestors, and without the 
help of their "betters." When that happens, the fangs become apparent and 
the conspicuously unwilling are shunned, cowed, driven off or (occasionally) 
killed. But flashing teeth or not, the majority of the flock has learned 
over time not to resist the Lupine-Mandarin class which herds it. Their 
Founders, who were fiercely independent rams, would have long ago chased off 
such usurpers. Any present members of the flock who think like that are 
denounced as antediluvian or mentally deranged.

There are some of these dissidents the lupines would like to punish, but 
they dare not-- for their teeth are every bit as long as their "betters." 
Indeed, this is the reason the wolves haven't eaten any sheep in 
generations. To the wolves chagrin, this portion of the flock is armed and 
they outnumber the wolves by a considerable margin. For now the wolves are 
content are content to watch the numbers of these "armed sheep" diminish, as 
long teeth are no longer fashionable in polite society. (Indeed, they are 
considered by the literati to be an anachronism best forgotten and such 
sheep are dismissed by the Mandarins as "Tooth Nuts" or "Right Leg 
Fanatics".) When the numbers of armed sheep fall below a level that 
wolves can feel safe to do so, the eating will begin. The wolves are 
patient, and proceed by infinitesimal degrees like the slowly-boiling frog. 
It took them generations to lull the sheep into accepting them as rulers 
instead of elected representatives. If it takes another generation or two 
of sheep to complete the process, the wolves can wait. This is our "Animal 
Farm," without apology to George Orwell.

Even so, the truth is that one man with a pistol CAN defeat an army, given a
righteous cause to fight for, enough determination to risk death for that
cause, and enough brains, luck and friends to win the struggle. This is true
in war but also in politics, and it is not necessary to be a Prussian
militarist to see it. The dirty little secret of today's ruling elite as
represented by the Clintonistas is that they want people of conscience and
principle to be divided in as many ways as possible ("wedge issues" the
consultants call them) so that they may be more easily manipulated. No issue
of race, religion, class or economics is left unexploited. Lost in the din of
jostling special interests are the few voices who point out that if we refuse
to be divided from what truly unites us as a people, we cannot be defeated on
the large issues of principle, faith, the constitutional republic and the
rule of law. More importantly, woe and ridicule will be heaped upon anyone who
points out that like the blustering Wizard of Oz, the federal tax and
regulation machine is not as omniscient, omnipotent or fearsome as they would
have us believe. Like the Wizard, they fan the scary flames higher and shout,
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"

For the truth is, they are frightened that we will find out how pitifully few
they are compared to the mass of the citizenry they seek to frighten into
compliance with their tax collections, property seizures and bureaucratic,
unconstitutional power-shifting. I strongly recommend everyone see the new
animated movie "A Bug's Life". Simple truths may often be found sheltering
beneath unlikely overhangs, there protected by the pelting storm of lies that
soak us everyday. "A Bug's Life", a childrens' movie of all things, is just
such a place.

The plot revolves around an ant hill on an unnamed island, where the ants
placate predatory grasshoppers by offering them each year one-half of the
food they gather (sounds a lot like the IRS, right?). Driven to desperation by the
insatiable tax demands of the large, fearsome grasshoppers, one enterprising
>ant goes abroad seeking bug mercenaries who will return with him and defend
the anthill when the grasshoppers return. (If this sounds a lot like an
animated "Magnificent Seven", you're right.)

The grasshoppers (who roar about like some biker gang or perhaps the ATF in
black helicopters, take your pick) are, at one point in the movie, lounging
around in a bug cantina down in Mexico, living off the bounty of the land.
The harvest seeds they eat are dispensed one at a time from an upturned bar
bottle. Two grasshoppers suggest to their leader, a menacing fellow named
"Hopper" (whose voice characterization by Kevin Spacey is suitably evil
personified), that they should forget about the poor ants on the island.
Here, they say, we can live off the fat of the land, why worry about some
upstart ants? Hopper turns on them instantly. "Would you like a seed?" he
quietly asks one. "Sure," answers the skeptical grasshopper thug. "Would you
like one?" Hopper asks the other. "Yeah," says he. Hopper manipulates the
spigot on the bar bottle twice, and distributes the seeds to them.

"So, you want to know why we have to go back to the island, do you?" Hopper
asks menacingly as the thugs munch on their seeds. "I'll show you why!" he
shouts, removing the cap from the bottle entirely with one quick blow. The
seeds, no longer restrained by the cap, respond to gravity and rush out
all at
once, inundating the two grasshoppers and crushing them. Hopper turns to his
remaining fellow grasshoppers and shrieks, "That's why!"

I'm paraphrasing from memory here, for I've only seen the movie once. But
Hopper then explains, "Don't you remember the upstart ant on that island?
They outnumber us a hundred to one. How long do you think we'll last if they
ever figure that out?"

"If the ants are not frightened of us," Hopper tells them, "our game is
finished. We're finished."

Of course it comes as no surprise that in the end the ants figure that out.
Would that liberty-loving Americans were as smart as animated ants.

Courage to stand against tyranny, fortunately, is not only found on
videotape.
Courage flowers from the heart, from the twin roots of deeply-held principle
and faith in God. There are American heroes living today who have not yet
performed the deeds of principled courage that future history books will
record. They have not yet had to stand in the gap, to plug it with their own
fragile bodies and lives against the evil that portends. Not yet have they
been required to pledge "their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor."
Yet they will have to. I believe with all my heart the lesson that history
teaches: That each and every generation of Americans is given, along with the
liberty and opportunity that is their heritage, the duty to defend America
against the tyrannies of their day. Our father's father's fathers fought this
same fight. Our mother's mother's mothers fought it as well. From the
Revolution through the world wars, from the Cold War through to the Gulf,
they fought to secure their liberty in conflicts great and small, within and
without. 

They stood faithful to the oath that our Founders gave us: To bear true faith
and allegiance-- not to a man; not to the land; not to a political party, but
to an idea. The idea is liberty, as codified in the Constitution of the
United States. We swear, as did they, an oath to defend the Constitution
against all enemies, foreign and domestic. And throughout the years they paid
in blood and treasure the terrible price of that oath. That was their day.
This is ours. The clouds we can see on the horizon may be a simple rain or a
vast hurricane, but there is a storm coming. Make no mistake.

Lincoln said that this nation cannot long exist half slave and half free. I
say, if I may humbly paraphrase, that this nation cannot long exist one-third
slave, one-third uncommitted, and one-third free. The slavery today is of the
mind and soul not the body, but is slavery without a doubt that the Clintons
and their toadies are pushing.

It is slavery to worship our nominally-elected representatives as our rulers
instead of requiring their trustworthiness as our servants. It is slavery of
the mind and soul that demands that God-given rights that our Forefathers
secured with their blood and sacrifice be traded for false security of a
nanny-state which will tend to our "legitimate needs" as they are
perceived by
that government.

It is slavery to worship humanism as religion and slavery to deny life and
liberty to unborn Americans. As people of faith in God, whatever our
denomination, we are in bondage to a plantation system that steals our money;
seizes our property; denies our ancient liberties; denies even our very
history, supplanting it with sanitized and politicized "correctness"; denies
our children a real public education; denies them even the mention of God in
school; denies, in fact, the very existence of God.

So finally we are faced with, we must return to, the moral component of the
question: "What good can a handgun do against an army?" The answer is
"Nothing," or "Everything." The outcome depends upon the mind and heart and
soul of the man or woman who holds it. One may also ask, "What good can a
sling in the hands of a boy do against a marauding giant?" If your cause is
just and righteous much can be done, nut only if you are willing to risk the
consequences of failure and to bear the burdens of eternal vigilance.

A new friend of mine gave me a plaque the other day. Upon it is written these
words by Winston Churchill, a man who knew much about fighting tyranny:

"Still, if you will not fight for the right when you can easily win without
bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory will be sure and not too
costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the
odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may be a
worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because
it is better to perish than to live as slaves."

The Spartans at Thermopolae knew this. The fighting Jews of Masada knew this,
when every man, woman and child died rather than submit to Roman tyranny. The
Texans who died at the Alamo knew this. The frozen patriots of Valley Forge
knew this. The "expendable men" of Bataan and Corregidor knew this. If there
is one lesson of Hitlerism and the Holocaust, it is that free men, if they
wish to remain free, must resist would-be tyrants at the first opportunity
and
at every opportunity. Remember that whether they the come as conquerors or
elected officials, the men who secretly wish to be your murderers must first
convince you that you must accept them as your masters. Free men and women
must not wait until they are "selected", divided and herded into Warsaw
Ghettos, there to finally fight desperately, almost without weapons, and die
outnumbered.

The tyrant must be met at the door when he appears. At your door, or mine,
wherever he shows his bloody appetite. He must be met by the pistol which can
defeat an army. He must be met at every door, for in truth we outnumber him
and his henchmen. It matters not whether they call themselves Communists or
Nazis or something else. It matters not what flag they fly, nor what uniform
they wear. It matters not what excuses they give for stealing your liberty,
your property or your life. "By their works ye shall know them."

The time is late. Those who once has trouble reading the hour on their
watches have no trouble seeing by the glare of the fire at Waco. Few of us
realized at the time that the Constitution was burning right along with the
Davidians. Now we know better.

We have had the advantage of that horrible illumination for more than five
years now-- five years in which the rule of law and the battered old parchment
of our beloved Constitution have been smashed, shredded and besmirched by the
Clintonistas. In this process they have been aided and abetted by the
cowardly incompetence of the "opposition" Republican leadership, a fact made
crystal clear by the Waco hearings. They have forgotten Daniel Webster's
warning: "Miracles do not cluster. Hold on to the Constitution of the United
States of America and the Republic for which it stands-- what has happened
once in six thousand years may never happen again. Hold on to your
Constitution, for if the American Constitution shall fail there will be
anarchy throughout the world."

Yet being able to see what has happened has not helped us reverse, or even
slow, the process. The sad fact is that we may have to resign ourselves to
the prospect of having to maintain our principles and our liberty in the face
of becoming a disenfranchised minority within our own country.

The middle third of the populace, it seems, will continue to waffle in favor
of the enemies of the Constitution until their comfort level with the economy
is endangered. They've got theirs, Jack. The Republicans, who we thought
could represent our interests and protect the Constitution and the rule of
law, have been demonstrated to be political eunuchs. Alan Keyes was dead
right when he characterized the last election as one between "the lawless
Democrats and the gutless Republicans." The spectacular political failures of
our current leaders are unrivaled in our history unless you recall the
unprincipled jockeying for position and tragi-comedy of misunderstanding and
miscommunication which lead to our first Civil War.

And make no mistake, it is civil war which may be the most horrible corollary
of the Law of Unintended Consequences as it applies to the Clintonistas and
their destruction of the rule of law. Because such people have no cause for
which they are willing to die (all morality being relativistic to them, and
all principles compromisable), they cannot fathom the motives or behavior of
people who believe that there are some principles worth fighting and dying
for. Out of such failures of understanding come wars. Particularly because
although such elitists would not risk their own necks in a fight, they
have no compunction about ordering others in their pay to fight for them. It is not
the deaths of others, but their own deaths, that they fear. As a Christian, I
cannot fear my own death, but rather I am commanded by my God to live in such
a way as to make my death a homecoming. That this makes me incomprehensible
and threatening to those who wish to be my masters is something I can do
little about. I would suggest to them that they not poke their godless,
tyrannical noses down my alley. As the coiled rattlesnake flag of the
Revolution bluntly stated: "Don't Tread on Me!" Or, as our state motto here
in Alabama says: "We Dare Defend Our Rights."

But can a handgun defeat an army? Yes. It remains to be seen whether the
struggle of our generation against the tyrants of our day in the first decade
of the 21st Century will bring a restoration of liberty and the rule of
law or a dark and bloody descent into chaos and slavery.

If it is to be the former, I will meet you at the new Yorktown. If it is to
be the latter, I will meet you at Masada. But I will not be a slave. And I
know that whether we succeed or fail, if we should fall along the way our
graves will one day be visited by other free Americans, thanking us that we
did not forget that, with the help of Almighty God, in the hands of a free
man a handgun CAN defeat a tyrant's army.

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This is an artists rendering of a Mossberg 870

My favorite for home defense

I hate the ammo holder but like the heat shield

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MAGNUM RESEARCH, INC.DESERT EAGLE .50 The Desert Eagle is machined or precision cast and machined to strict military standards from high quality steel. The barrel is locked in place, assuring a high degree of accuracy. The polygonal rifling reduces barrel wear and enhances the obturation between the bullet and the bore, thus increasing accuracy. When the last round in the magazine is fired, the slide remains in its maximum recoil position,permitting rapid change of magazine and immediate chambering of around for instant resumption of firing. The 7/8" dovetail rib on the barrel has cross slots to accommodate scope rings. SPECIFICATIONS: Caliber: .50 Mag, Semi-Automatic, Action: Gas Operated Single Action, Safety: Ambidextrous, Mag. Capacity: 7 Rounds, Barrel Length: 6", Sights: Drift Adjustable Rear, Ramp Style Front, Overall Length: 10.6", Overall Width: 1.25", Overall Height: 6.25", Weight: 72.4 oz. Grips: Anatomically formed plastic, Finish: Black, reach: 2.75", Sight Radius: 8.3", Polygonal rifling: 1 turn in 19", Bore diameter: .495", Material: Steel/Alloy.

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The M21 Tactical rifle

"The only person who could miss with this is the sucker with the bread to buy it." - "Dawn of the Dead"

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