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Thursday, May 2, 2013

Sometimes standing your ground isn't good enough.

Sometimes you have to push back. Ever since Sandy Hook, the left has been beating their drums and pushing as hard as they can to impose drastic new gun-control laws on the American People. Various personalities and celebrities have weighed in—mostly in favor of gun-control—and the result has thankfully been nothing. You'd think that would be the end of it but step back a second and think about it from their perspective. Did you ever tell a spoiled brat that this time they wouldn't be getting their way? How'd that go for you? Did the spoiled brat realize it was pointless and retreat or did they in fact redouble their efforts?

The answer is obvious. If shrill hysteria and dire threats of cosmic calamity seem to have failed, why then obviously these liberals haven't been sufficiently forceful in presenting their case. The solution then is to ratchet up the volume another order of magnitude. With the help of the NRA and conservatives in the House and Senate, the gun-control bill is dead. Today it's dead ... but you'll notice that they haven't given up. When you've won the battle, when the field is yours, it's no time to sit down and rest. Harry the enemy across the miles as they flee for their lives. It's not over until none of them are left. Never fight the same man twice.

The NRA brand has been rendered so poisonous by the Democrat-Media-Complex that gun experts can't even teach a gun-safety class to children. The gun-safety class teaches kids how to spot dangerous weapons left unsecured and then if spotted to immediately go tell the nearest adult about them. But officials in two Houston Texas schools were so alarmed by the fact that the instructor was affiliated with the NRA—gasp!—that they canceled these classes.

The gun-control bill may have been defeated but the war is far from over. This is the biggest gun-control powerplay we've seen since the Brady Bill, and they won't give up until they get what they want. The only answer to this campaign of theirs is to rout the gun-control advocates so utterly, to demoralize them so thoroughly that they throw down their rainbow banners, rip off their pink and purple costumes, and crawl in a ditch while scooping heaps of mud and dirt over themselves as they whimper and sob and finally lose control of their bladder and bowels. It's time to push back. As such it's also time for the NRA to lose their stodgy old logo and embrace the twenty-first century. Now's not the time for appeasement and back-stepping. This is the time for a full frontal assault!

Embrace the language of war—for what is this if not a war? And what do we fight for if not for our liberty, our way of life, and our very lives? If they want a war let's give them one they'll never forget! Get rid of that old-timey NRA logo and display a matte-black eagle with stainless steel claws. And under him a couple of weapons any red-blooded American would be proud to have in his arsenal. That's what you do...get rid of the hunting rifles and show 'em what we really think. You commies want our guns? Come and take 'em!

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

The Charge Of The Light Brigade
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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