“GIVE THEM A GUN”
by OPOVV, ©2014
Gifting is a fine art. Sure, there are office gifts and blind gifts; potluck gifts; needy gifts. Donations, on the other hand, are a no-brainer, as long as the money is given to a fine cause, such as to the ASPCA and the USO, two tax-exempt organizations that have a lot in common.
We’ve all received gifts that are kind-of nice; I mean, maybe we wouldn’t have wasted our money on it, but it is, nonetheless, accepted with grace. Then there are the really stupid gifts when you think, “Who can I pass this along to?” But the gift that hits the heart are those things that we need, even though we may not think we need it.
When I was 16 years old I bought my first car, a 1953 MG-TD, a car infamous for drafts with a heater in name only, and that year all Santa brought me for Christmas was a pair of gloves. I remember that I was disappointed; at least I was until the temperature plummeted to 15 degrees below zero the following January and all of a sudden those gloves outshone any previous Christmas gift.
So the criteria for the perfect gift isn’t how much it costs but how much it’s needed. Not to state the obvious, but the world is becoming more unhinged on a daily basis. There are statistics from here to the moon that should prove, even to the most dire skeptic, that America is a more dangerous place than it was, not only since 9-11, but since January 20, 2009, the day that the usurper, Obama, became president and our Constitution was ignored.
The chances of finding a competent judge in the United States has become a wasted effort. The way our prison system is run is a joke worldwide. We have a revolving-door policy on how we deal with our malcontents that feeds the billion-dollar “justice” industry constantly, and it’s done on purpose to give employment and bigger budgets to the police. The key to get rid of Big Brother is to not do the crime, any crime.
Imagine if, all of a sudden, everyone in Chicago would stop the drugs and mind his own business, go to the library and check out a book, and stay off the streets; what then? Not a chance, right? Welcome to reality, where the chances of getting mugged, pistol-whipped, beaten, home-invaded, raped and murdered is something to consider could happen at any moment.
And? So you say you love your significant other and your children. You say you love them, that they’re the world to you, that you would do any and everything for them? That you’d protect them, keep them safe? Or is all that just hot air? Just boasting for your own gratification? Maybe it makes you feel good.
Proof is in the pudding, as they say. Do you want to show how much you really care for your loved ones or just talk about it? Well, then, put your money on the table and shut up. Don’t talk about it, do it. Get your loved one a membership in the NRA and give them a gun that they can easily conceal. Give them a gift certificate to the shooting range. Get with the program.