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Guns lll:  Shoot the messenger.  Love the joy of the trigger.

Why give up any power at all when the world fears you, the tough guys love you, the defenders of hearth and home have you as a champion, you can make public people dance and sing and look like weak kneed little toadies and scared little jack rabbits afraid to confront the criminals within?

Why dialogue and synthesize positions when yours can be contaminated by all of the people you hate and mistrust, who don’t understand poor little you, who you could take out to the woodshed and have for breakfast?

Why give voice to a worm?

Non extremism in the face of a mitigation of power is a path of a chump.

Desperate times are time to double down.

Shoot the messenger.  Love the joy of the trigger.

Guns IV.  Be truly sincere.

Cry and sob.  Weep and bay.  Simper.  Be dumb another day.

Scold and shame.  Clinch teeth and damn.  The world gives inconvenient things at times.

Watch the baby.  Watch the rhyme.  Watch the games of slaying for time.

Be staunch.  Be brave.  Be truly sincere.  Be troubled.  Be anxious.  Be the enemy of fear.

Be the wise old head.  Be a of gravitas earned.  Be the paragon of virtue.

Knee jerks.  Flee jerks.  Have the fight.

Take its steam.

Have  power that does not wane.

The sheep always run scared.

“Don’t tread on me” boy.

It is good to be a militia man.  It is good to “live free or die”.  “Don’t tread on me” boy.  I bite.  I am tough.  I stand tall and work fast.

“Don’t tread on me” boy.  I bite.  I hate.  I sneer.  I know weak and mean, obstinate and confiscatory, the devil when I see it.  Governments are for chumps.  The state is the enemy.  Enemies in power are the enemy.  There is the one way to run a state.  And only then with my gun to back it up.

They all hate me.  They hate my rough hewn independence.  They hate my willingness to fight shadows and my ability to see enemies domestic and foreign no matter how insignificant or cherished by me.  It is good to be able to define an enemy.  It is good to be judge and jury, executioner and savior.

“Don’t tread on me” boy. It is right to be right. Right to be of honor.  It is right to fight evil … the evil that traps my soul, makes me associate with traitors and those not of God.  It is right to stave off the constant charge of the mock rational and facetious schemers who wish to talk away my freedom.

There is always the great equalizer against the damning hordes.  The bigger the bang, the more intimidated the enemy … the easier to mark my territory and to control my state, my territory … my way,  God’s way, the highway.

To scare and cower evil as it seeks to destroy my way of being.  That is a standard of manhood.  There is no higher order.

Guns V: The logic of love

Without assault guns there could be no massive clips to use.

Without assault guns and massive clips to use there could be no threat from assault guns and massive clips to use.

Without no massive threat from assault guns and massive clips to use there could be no real use for armed guards and armed camps of citizen soldiers here there and everywhere protecting us from assault guns and massive clips.

Without armed guards and armed camps and armed arms there could be no push for the armed camps of like minded heroes who wish to live free or die and wish to have the right to accept or reject the law as they wish to see fit.

The logic of love.

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