From Their Cold, Dead Hands

I guess the question is, how paranoid do you want to be? How many guns does it take to make you feel safe?

-Stephen King

 We live in a sick society. We are saturated in violence, at once a byproduct of our bloody, not to be talked about real national history as well as the electronic brain washer that is the television. How many, just think about this for awhile now... how many simulated murders does the average American child witness courtesy of the tee vee by the time he/she reaches adolescence? America has always been an overly violent country, our official history, written by the victors as always and then gussied up and given a red, white and blue coat of shellacking before being spoonfed to the lemmings while God Bless America plays in the background  is rife with murder. We can of course start with the butchering of the original indigenous inhabitants in the name of greed but given the name of Manifest Destiny, a nice little nugget of propaganda before the Edward Bernays, Joseph Goebbels, Frank Luntz century. So really, when a heinous mass slaughter by a heavily armed lunatic, say in an Aurora Colorado movie theater during the debut of a new Batman movie or at Virginia Tech, Columbine and even despite it's horrific pre-Christmas timing in Newtown Connecticut one eventually becomes numb and cynical. Really, in a society that reveres gun violence, treats it as a religion actually is it ever a surprise when it does happen?

And while there is always a temporary national 'discussion' over gun control (it's way too late for that now) the inevitable happens. The murder industry dispatches their squadrons of lobbyists to cajole, bribe and intimidate our cowardly feckless political whores and the firearms and ammo manufacturers mount the inevitable public relations assaults on the body strewn beachhead of common sense to ensure that profits will never suffer. And as always the insane right-wingers are whupped into a frenzy by the fear pimps and morally bankrupt payroll propagandists the likes of Alex Jones, Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin and their ilk exhort the paranoids and freaks to go out and buy more guns and ammo as the murder industry locks in their gains after the are convinced that the big gun confiscation is coming.

Then there are the worst of the worst, takethe maniacal, unhinged ghoul that is Wayne LaPierre, Grand Poobah of the National Rifle Association (NRA). Wayne is the top pimp for the gun industry and is doing his damned level best to shrilly muster the support of the paranoid Boobus Americanus who has watched too many Clint Eastwood movies and whose knowledge of history has been strained through John Wayne's dirty undershorts into stockpiling guns and ammo. You see, the Kenyan in the WHITE House is coming to take the guns away, you see, it was all a U.N. communist plot, time to rouse the rabble, circle the wagons and get ready for the jack-booted big gubmint thugs soon to be landing in the very front yards of god fearin' good Americans in those sleek, silent big black helicopters. LaPierre, a man devoid either dignity or a soul recently used the national horror of the Sandy Hook massacre, a slaughter under the Christmas lights of innocent six and seven year children by a mentally ill freak with access to his equally deranged armed to the teeth survivalist mother's gun collection to shill for even more guns. He is a vulture picking the flesh from the bones of murdered children and a vile pederast who molests them while they lie in their sad little graves, lives of promise stolen away by more greed and a predilection for national fascism by a diseased fifth column that has existed for far too long.

Recently there have been some bugs put up the ass of LaPierre and the other fiends. Prolific author Stephen King came out with a wonderful little tract of an e-book simply entitled "Guns". King makes his case against the multimillion dollars of NRA/murder industry agitprop and predictably caught hell from the dirty cowards and their mindless, over-armed and always hostile as they are stupid minions. King, being a man who has made a pretty damned nice living off of selling violent stories attacks LaPierre's blaming of the mass shootings on a culture of violence, movies, mayhem and video games. I disagree with King here, the cultural aspects of violence ARE a result of media but a dumbed down, jacked up on Jesus juice, fucked over by parasitical predatory capitalism populace exposed to that garbage should not be allowed to easily and legally stock up on assault weapons. But that is beside the point because King's money paragraph is right here -

Men (it's always men) who go postal and take out as many innocents as they can may be crazy, but that doesn't mean they're stupid. The don't arrive at the scenes of their proposed slaughters armed with single-shot .22s or old-style six-round revolvers of hte sort Jimmy Cagney was waving around at the end of Public Enemy; they bring heavy artillery to the gig. Some back down, but when they don't carnage follows, the kind that gives cops and EMTs nightmares for years afterward. One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, the brains and the chunks of intestine still containing the poor wads of half-digested food that were some innocent bystander's last meal. 

Wow. Do you think that would get their attention? LaPierre, a craven coward can grab a mop and clean up the mess that the product that he shills for creates when in the wrong hands, and he can bring along that mangy, putrid, draft-dodging, baby daddy has been shock rocker Ted fucking Nugent to clean up his vomit.