What's
left to say?
A
noisy, selfish minority has brought carnage and mayhem to our
streets. Fear into our homes. And terror into our hearts.
We
are bleeding sorrow.
If
this minority had recently crossed our borders, our president would
be on the verge of a cardiovascular episode. He'd be apoplectic. The
keypad on his phone would have fused from heated and incessant
Tweeting.
But
they didn't. This minority is a home-grown terrorist group. Ironically, it is also
a reliable source of Republican funding.
The
same party that wants to criminalize women for seeking abortions
stubbornly refuses to curtail, much less acknowledge, these
terrorist's leading role in our ongoing national tragedy.
If
you can make that add up, would you please let me know what kind of
calculator you're using?
Think
about it: can you even imagine the law enforcement response to
a organization that flooded our nation with firearms in the manner of
the NRA? Much less if that organization were composed of
Middle-Easterners or African-Americans or Latinos?
Neither
can I.
Yet the NRA does. Unfettered. Undisturbed. Untroubled. The NRA has made its position clear: it doesn't care. Not about your life. Not about that of your spouse. And not about those of your children.
Yet the NRA does. Unfettered. Undisturbed. Untroubled. The NRA has made its position clear: it doesn't care. Not about your life. Not about that of your spouse. And not about those of your children.
What the NRA does care about is maintaining its position as God's
chosen moral authority and the country's supreme arbitrator on all things pertaining to the Second Amendment.
Our
government is fond of saying it doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
Yet we continue to negotiate with the NRA. We bargain in good faith
and with well-intentioned empathy for the white-knuckled fear of its constituency.
But the NRA steadfastly refuses any accommodation whatsoever.
It's
time to get tough with the NRA.
It's
time for the tail to stop wagging the dog.
It's
time to realize their absolute refusal to compromise means—and can
only mean—one thing.
Fuck off.
Fuck off.
And
we have. For such a very, very long time.
We
deserve to come and go as we please. To attend movies and go dancing
and hear concerts and go to church without the fear of ending up on a slab.
Amendments
don't require thuggish, sociopathic businessmen to keep them viable. We must crush the NRA.
And we must crush it now.
Nothing
less than freedom—real freedom—is at stake.
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