“MUSIC TO YOUR EARS”
by OPOVV, ©2015
(Dec. 6, 2015) — Of course the two activities can be combined, that of practicing with your 9mm and praying that every shot hits the bull’s-eye: “O Lord, I’m a little low on ammo, so let every shot hit the mark” will do. Then there’s the ever-possible “O Lord, bullets cost money, so give me a discount and let each take down two of my foes.”
The Good Lord listens to all of our prayers. Of course, we have been given the license to mess up the works as we see fit, and, man, have we ever taken advantage of the opportunity. The saddest day in the history of America was when the Clown, the Cheap-Suit-Left-Behind Obama was sworn in as the de facto president of the USA.
What good is reading if all people do is read whatever Big Brother allows them to read? What possible benefit can it be if only lies are printed and the ears hear only wishes that can never come true: “HOPE & CHANGE.”
We’ve been had, so let’s first get mad and then let’s get even. I don’t have to tell you a storm is coming; you would have to be living on the ex-planet Pluto not to know it. Millions of Muslims are, right now, living within the borders of the United States, and if you think that they’re here to assimilate into the culture of ‘The Great Satan,” then back to Pluto you go.
I got my first gun when I was 12 living on the farm in Minnesota. And where I now live, my back deck is where I practice shooting. For all practical purposes, my back yard of 5,000 acres is a private forest inhabited by deer and other critters, plus the berm south is higher than my deck, so one could say it’s an optimal shooting range, which it is.
I’m not what one would consider a “praying man.” I do pray, but I pray in the world of the reality of today. World Peace? Sorry, I let others do that one for me. Solve World Hunger: there’s another one of those “Maybe if we’re nice the asteroid will miss us and the Muslims will all change their way of thinking to allow them to recognize that the Qur’an is nothing more than a one-way ticket to hell.”
But I do pray. I pray that you, the reader, will spring for a laser sight for your pistol. No, really. I pray that you get the bad guys and gals before they even attempt to lift a finger to harm your loved ones, your legal American neighbors and your fellow Christians and Jewish brethren, including yourself.
And as long as I’m in the praying sort of mind, whenever I see a sign proclaiming ‘THIS IS A GUN FREE ZONE,” my finger is this far from the trigger. I shop at stores that don’t allow guns, but that doesn’t mean a hill of beans to me or, really, now, to anyone else I know. And if you see a sign that says “SAFE AREA,”my advice would be to turn around and find another way to your destination.
There are a googleplex of sounds in the world, and adding the sounds from the International Space Station, there is only one sound that means what it says beyond all doubt in all languages at all times: the chambering of a round in a pump shotgun. Some people go in for symphonic music, and I admit I’m one of them. I had the unique opportunity to turn all my communication devices off at lunchtime, during which I listened to Carl Haas’s program “Adventures in Good Music” on PBS, uninterrupted, for two hours a week for over 15 years. In college I took a Music Appreciation course, but I learned so much more listening to an enthused teacher. In some of my plays I try to incorporate my favorite short classical gems, but if I could add background sounds (music) to this particular editorial, it would be the continuous racking rounds being chambered by pump shotguns, all gauges represented. Maybe do “The First Noel” with 12 gauges playing the low notes and 20 gauges the highs. Imagine it. “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” Rack-rack-rack-rack-Rack-Rack. Now isn’t that music to your ears? Of course it is.
As I said, I do pray. I pray that children are safe from harm. I pray that girlfriends and wives aren’t beaten. And I pray that the bad guys get their just due; get what they deserve in spades; receive retribution in a great multiple of degrees and ways, and if it comes down to me to administer their sentence let me not go overboard, but let the punishment fit the crime, as I said, in spades.
Let us pray.
A-men.