Incredibly brave, heroic survivors school shooting on Bill Maher to discuss guns

[Cutlerzzz]

https://youtu.be/jcsKMie6M94

So brave of them. They inspire hope. They are brave victims who will no longer put up with this and will let you know what they think, and more importantly, what they feel. I feel safer knowing we have activists like them in today’s youth.

[CCTelander]

How very brave of them to demand that everyone else take 100% responsibility for their safety and security while at the same time demanding that the safety and security of those who actually accept that responsibility for themselves be compromised so that these kids can get the warm fuzzy illusion of being safe and protected.

Fucking Heroes. NOT.

[Cutlerzzz]

How very brave of them to demand that everyone else take 100% responsibility for their safety and security while at the same time demanding that the safety and security of those who actually accept that responsibility for themselves be compromised so that these kids can get the warm fuzzy illusion of being safe and protected.

$#@!ing Heroes. NOT.

These are 17 year old children. How dare you insult their courage. They have inspired millions. As they say, they just want to ban guns without harming the Second Amendment.

Because of people like them, we will be safe and free, but more importantly, safe.

[pcosmar]

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[Raginfridus]

They both have bright futures in politics.

[CCTelander]

These are 17 year old children. How dare you insult their courage. They have inspired millions. As they say, they just want to ban guns without harming the Second Amendment.

Because of people like them, we will be safe and free, but more importantly, safe.


If we just st bubble wrapped everything and everyone, think of how much safer we'd all be!/s

Snowflakes and safety nazis piss me off.

[donnay]

Boss Hogg is a live and well.

It's amazing how quick they got all the funds to do their advocacy. They had plenty of help from the Liberals, no doubt.

[phill4paul]

I'm sure Bill Maher will put up some students that have a counter-point any day now.

[timosman]

If we just st bubble wrapped everything and everyone, think of how much safer we'd all be!/s

Snowflakes and safety nazis piss me off.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8ZiEK0fD_I

[CCTelander]

I'm sure Bill Maher will put up some students that have a counter-point any day now.


Any day now, I'm sure.

[Anti Federalist]

Michigan J. Hogg

(with apologies to Chuck Jones)

https://s1.gifyu.com/images/1519864942489.gif

[Anti Federalist]

Tell you what kiddies...come and take them.

[CCTelander]

Tell you what kiddies...come and take them.


Are you as sick and god damned tired of this shit as I am? I've been fighting exactly this battle for over 4 decades now. I'm fucking fed up.

[Anti Federalist]

Are you as sick and god damned tired of this shit as I am? I've been fighting exactly this battle for over 4 decades now. I'm fucking fed up.

Yup, tired of all the talking, the excruciating Chinese water torture of daily outrages against liberty, sick and fucking tired of every bit of it.

Come and get them, assholes, otherwise, Shut The Fuck Up.

[pcosmar]

Come and get them, $#@!s, otherwise, Shut The $#@! Up.

My thoughts exactly.. DO IT !

Go ahead and make a Prohibited Person pick up some dead anti-gunners gun and use it properly.

I don't want that and believe me you certainly do not want that. but go ahead and get stupid.

[RJB]

It looks like it's pretty easy to draw applause on that show.

[Valli6]

Cheer up, guys.
In Cherry Hill, New Jersey, most of one high school's students walked out in protest - after their teacher was suspended for saying that he agrees with arming teachers. Too bad these kids will not be getting the same amount of air time as those boy celebrities.
http://www.ronpaulforums.com/showthread.php?519935-NJ-Students-protest-teacher%92s-suspension-for-his-support-of-arming-teachers

[CCTelander]

Yup, tired of all the talking, the excruciating Chinese water torture of daily outrages against liberty, sick and fucking tired of every bit of it.

Come and get them, assholes, otherwise, Shut The Fuck Up.


Makes it even worse when your own "allies" are repeatedly betraying you from within. Of course, there's never been any shortage of those types of "allies" where the 2nd Amendment is concerned.

[phill4paul]

Yup, tired of all the talking, the excruciating Chinese water torture of daily outrages against liberty, sick and fucking tired of every bit of it.

Come and get them, assholes, otherwise, Shut The Fuck Up.

That's not how it is going to play out. Incrementalism and indoctrination. The Safe Street Act banned the sale of handguns to those under 21 in 1968. Look how long ago that has been. Now, and make no mistake about it, they will go for the sale of semi-auto long guns restrictions to those under 21. You and I will be dead before guns are finally and totally banned and by then people will have been conditioned to willingly hand over what few remain.

[XNavyNuke]

These are 17 year old children. How dare you insult their courage. They have inspired millions. As they say, they just want to ban guns without harming the Second Amendment.

Because of people like them, we will be safe and free, but more importantly, safe.

Theyre children alright, but the number of years since their fxckin date of birth is just a fxckin worthless number! If they want to know about courage then their parents should buy them a fxckin plane ticket to go talk to Alvin Snaper. Staring down death at the Battle of the Bulge, age fifteen, field commissioned to second lieuy.

History is repeat with example of adolescent and preadolescent courage. They won't be on that list. Fxckin ignoramouses of history. Hope they win the reality television lottery ticket.

XNN

[CCTelander]

That's not how it is going to play out. Incrementalism and indoctrination. The Safe Street Act banned the sale of handguns to those under 21 in 1968. Look how long ago that has been. Now, and make no mistake about it, they will go for the sale of semi-auto long guns restrictions to those under 21. You and I will be dead before guns are finally and totally banned and by then people will have been conditioned to willingly hand over what few remain.


I read this originally like 20 years ago. I present it here without comment.


Sundown at Coffin Rock
by Raymond K. Paden

The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. Damn chainsaw, he thought.

Behind him, the boy shuffled along, trying to imitate his grandfather, but unable to mimic the silent motion that the old man had learned during countless winter days upon this wooded mountain in pursuit of game. He's fifteen years old, the old man thought. Plenty old enough to be learning. But that was another time, another America. His mind drifted, and he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy following in the footsteps of his own grandfather, clutching a twelve gauge in his trembling hands as they tracked a wounded whitetail.

The leg was hurting worse now, and he slowed his pace a bit. Plenty of time. It should have been my own son here with me now, the old man thought sadly. But Jason had no interest, no understanding. He cared for nothing but pounding on the keys of that damned computer terminal. He knew nothing about the woods, or where food came from...or freedom. And that's my fault, isn't it?

The old man stopped and held up his hand, motioning for the boy to look. In the small clearing ahead, the deer stood motionless, watching them. It was a scraggly buck, underfed and sickly, but the boy's eyes lit up with excitement. It had been many years since they had seen even a single whitetail here on the mountain. After the hunting had stopped, the population had exploded. The deer had eaten the mountain almost bare until erosion had become a serious problem in some places. That following winter, three starving does had wandered into the old man's yard, trying to eat the bark off of his pecan trees, and he had wished the "animal rights" fanatics could have been there then. It was against the law, but old man knew a higher law, and he took an axe into the yard and killed the starving beasts. They did not have the strength to run.

The buck finally turned and loped away, and they continued down the trail to the river. When they came to the "Big Oak," the old man turned and pushed through the heavy brush beside the trail and the boy followed, wordlessly. The old man knew that Thomas was curious about their leaving the trail, but the boy had learned to move silently (well, almost) and that meant no talking. When they came to "Coffin Rock," the old man sat down upon it and motioned for the boy to join him.

"You see this rock, shaped like a casket?" the old man asked. "Yes sir." The old man smiled. The boy was respectful and polite. He loved the outdoors, too. Everything a man could ask in a grandson ....or a son.

"I want you to remember this place, and what I'm about to tell you. A lot of it isn't going to make any sense to you, but it's important and one day you'll understand it well enough. The old man paused. Now that he was here, he didn't really know where to start.

"Before you were born," he began at last, "this country was different. I've told you about hunting, about how everybody who obeyed the law could own guns. A man could speak out, anywhere, without worrying about whether he'd get back home or not. School was different, too. A man could send his kids to a church school, or a private school, or even teach them at home. But even in the public schools, they didn't spend all their time trying to brainwash you like they do at yours now." The old man paused, and was silent for many minutes. The boy was still, watching a chipmunk scavenging beside a fallen tree below them.

"Things don't ever happen all at once, boy. They just sort of sneak up on you. Sure, we knew guns were important; we just didn't think it would ever happen in America. But we had to do something about crime, they said. It was a crisis. Everything was a crisis! It was a drug crisis, or a terrorism crisis, or street crime, or gang crime. Even a 'health care' crisis was an excuse to take away a little more of our rights." The old man turned to look at his grandson.

"They ever let you read a thing called the Constitution down there at your school?" The boy solemnly shook his head. "Well, the Fourth Amendment's still in there. It says there won't be any unreasonable searches and seizures. It says you're safe in your own home." The old man shrugged. "That had to go. It was a crisis! They could kick your door open any time, day or night, and come in with guns blazing if they thought you had drugs ...or later, guns. Oh, at first it was just registration -- to keep the guns out of the hands of criminals! But that didn't work, of course, and then later when they wanted to take 'em they knew where to look. They banned 'assault rifles', and then 'sniper rifles', and 'Saturday night specials.' Everything you saw on the TV or in the movies was against us. God knows the news people were! And the schools were teaching our kids that nobody needed guns anymore. We tried to take a stand, but we felt like the whole face of our country had changed and we were left outside."

"Me and a friend of mine, when we saw what was happening, we came and built a secret place up here on the mountain. A place where we could put our guns until we needed them. We figured some day Americans would remember what it was like to be free, and what kind of price we had to pay for that freedom. So we hid our guns instead of losing them."

"One fellow I knew disagreed. He said we ought to use our guns now and stand up to the government. Said that the colonists had fought for their freedom when the British tried to disarm them at Lexington and Concord. Well, he and a lot of others died in what your history books call the 'Tax Revolt of 1998,' but son, it wasn't the revolt that caused the repeal of the Second Amendment like your history book says. The Second Amendment was already gone long before they ever repealed it. The rest of us thought we were doing the right thing by waiting. I hope to God we were right."

"You see, Thomas. It isn't government that makes a man free. In the end, governments always do just the opposite. They gobble up freedom like hungry pigs. You have to have laws to keep the worst in men under control, but at the same time the people have to have guns, too, in order to keep the government itself under control. In our country, the people were supposed to be the final authority of the law, but that was a long time ago. Once the guns were gone, there was no reason for those who run the government to give a damn about laws and constitutional rights and such. They just did what they pleased and anyone who spoke out...well, I'm getting ahead of myself."

"It took a long time to collect up all the millions of firearms that were in private hands. The government created a whole new agency to see to it. There were rewards for turning your friends in, too. Drug dealers and murderers were set free after two or three years in prison, but possession of a gun would get you mandatory life behind bars with no parole.

"I don't know how they found out about me, probably knew I'd been a hunter all those years, or maybe somebody turned me in. They picked me up on suspicion and took me down to the federal building."

"Son, those guys did everything they could think of to me. Kept me locked up in this little room for hours, no food, no water. They kept coming in, asking me where the guns were. 'What guns?' I said. Whenever I'd doze off, they'd come crashing in, yelling and hollering. I got to where I didn't know which end was up. I'd say I wanted my lawyer and they'd laugh. 'Lawyers are for criminals', they said. 'You'll get a lawyer after we get the guns.' What's so funny is, I know they thought they were doing the right thing. They were fighting crime!"

"When I got home I found Ruth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, crying her eyes out. The house was a shambles. While I was down there, they'd come out and took our house apart. Didn't need a search warrant, they said. National emergency! Gun crisis! Your grandma tried to call our preacher and they ripped the phone off the wall. Told her that they'd go easy on me if she just told them where I kept my guns." The old man laughed. "She told them to go to hell." He stared into the distance for a moment as his laughter faded.

"They wouldn't tell her about me, where I was or anything, that whole time. She said that she'd thought I was dead. She never got over that day, and she died the next December."

"They've been watching me ever since, off and on. I guess there's not much for them to do anymore, now that all the guns are gone. Plenty of time to watch one foolish old man." He paused. Beside him, the boy stared at the stone beneath his feet.

"Anyway, I figure that, one day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they'll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good; they'll last for years. Maybe it won't be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you'll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be." The old man stood, his bad leg shaking unsteadily beneath him.

"You see the way this stone points? You follow that line one hundred feet down the hill and you'll find a big round rock. It looks like it's buried solid, but one man with a good prybar can lift it, and there's a concrete tunnel right under there that goes back into the hill."

The old man stood, watching as the sun eased toward the ridge, coloring the sky and the world red. Below them, the river still splashed among the stones, as it had for a million years. It's still going, the old man thought. There'll be someone left to carry on for me when I'm gone. It was harder to walk back. He felt old and purposeless now, and it would be easier, he knew, to give in to that aching heaviness in his left lung that had begun to trouble him more and more. Damn cigarettes, he thought. His leg hurt, and the boy silently came up beside him and supported him as they started down the last mile toward the house. How quiet he walks, the old man thought. He's learned well.

It was almost dark when the boy walked in. His father looked up from his paper. "Did you and your granddad have a nice walk?"

"Yes," the boy answered, opening the refrigerator. "You can call Agent Goodwin tomorrow. Gramps finally showed me where it is."

Editor's note: "Sundown at Coffin Rock" is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual events or to actual people, living or dead, remains to be seen. - Mark Pixler, Editor

ETA: I should have included a link before but was in a hurry. Here it is:

https://www.firearmsandliberty.com/sundown.html

[phill4paul]

I read this originally like 20 years ago. I present it here without comment.

No reps to give. I've never read that before. Thanks.

[euphemia]

Please allow me to point out that mandatory school attendance laws mean these kids are forced into a system perhaps not of their choosing. It is one thing to make people responsible for their own safety. It is another thing altogether to force them into a big building and say, "Okay kids, if someone breaks in and starts shooting, you are on your own," when every single aspect of government schooling is regulated by federal law.

[Krugminator2]

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Even though I am not a huge fan of Raimondo and Tom Woods, it is kind of ridiculous that they don't have blue check marks and these kids got blue check marks for being brats.

[CCTelander]

No reps to give. I've never read that before. Thanks.


No problem. I thought you'd find that one of value.

[CCTelander]

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Even though I am not a huge fan of Raimondo and Tom Woods, it is kind of ridiculous that they don't have blue check marks and these kids got blue check marks for being brats.


What a piece of shit that little punk is. I have no trouble at all believing he's the spawn of a cop.

Blue check marks?

[Anti Federalist]

Michigan J. Hogg

(with apologies to Chuck Jones)

https://s1.gifyu.com/images/1519864942489.gif

For the youngsters who don't know what the fuck that is:

"One Froggy Evening" - Merrie Melodies/Looney Tunes - Chuck Jones - 1955


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdq1qJkahDY

[nobody's_hero]

Nah, this is bravery:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwiSl_zuSd4

[XNavyNuke]

Nah, this is bravery:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwiSl_zuSd4

But what about the children? These guns were just lying underneath the counter where they were readily accessible. Why were the pistols not properly stowed in an individual safe requiring a twelve digit code to be entered?

XNN

[CCTelander]

But what about the children? These guns were just lying underneath the counter where they were readily accessible. Why were the pistols not properly stowed in an individual safe requiring a twelve digit code to be entered?

XNN


With the ammunition stored in a seperate locked container for the sake of safety. "If it saves just one life."

[fedupinmo]

If we just st bubble wrapped everything and everyone, think of how much safer we'd all be!/s

Snowflakes and safety nazis piss me off.

If we learned anything from Doctor Who, it's that anything wrapped in bubble wrap is the enemy. :D

[nobody's_hero]

But what about the children? These guns were just lying underneath the counter where they were readily accessible. Why were the pistols not properly stowed in an individual safe requiring a twelve digit code to be entered?

XNN

Children aren't allowed in liquor stores until they turn 21. They're clumsy, don't hold drinks with both hands, and might drop and break a bottle of fine whiskey.