Ever watch dandelion seeds?
Every kid knows what it is like to pick up that white, globular, feathery lollipop on stick and send its seeds (much to the discontent of every lawn meister) scattering throughout creation to as far as the four winds will carry them.
Give it a week or so, and the yellow sentinels begin to multiply like rabbits, along with my blood pressure. They take over the whole neighborhood (if you let them).
Last week, we witnessed what the media and the left are branding as “kooks” get all upset over socialized health care at all these town hall meetings.
Shirts were torn, dignity flew out the window, and all respect for freedom was as shredded as that poor man’s shirt we saw so much of in the press last week.
Normally, I do not take part in civil discourse (of the assembling variety).
The sixties and seventies pretty much turned me off to that.
I hate protesters, loathe protesting, and generally can not stand for the “sit-in” crowd – so I avoid it like the plague that I believe it is.
This week, I feel so motivated and will change that attitude.
I did not participate in the tea parties.
I did not get “up in arms” at the townhall meetings these government officials were holding to measure the pulse of their constituency over socialized health care (as if they had no clue as to what was coming from the polls and conventional wisdom).
I guess they only listen to the polls they choose to listen to.
Well this week, in my little community, there is a sinister, big, bad government that is ready to countermand our State-level regulation that states that we have the right (responsibility, I believe) to carry hand guns (concealed, of course) in our parks (I wonder how many joggers would have been raped in central park were those magnificent New Yorkers and all their vain-glorious laws and rules and regulations able to carry pistolios in their parks?).
When my Grandpa was still living, he revealed something to me that I think no one else knew about him.
On the outside, he appeared the consummate Republican, but behind the scenes was a slightly different story.
He never gave (I don’t think) a red cent to the party.
He told me “the only thing worth contributing to is the NRA. It is the only thing standing between you, and big government, and even bigger politicians”.
Now, more than ever, I agree with old Grandad.
He had it just about right.
When people get attacked for speaking their hearts, liberty dies.
The politicians are now completely unregulated. They are running amok, forcing their policies, bright ideas (and the taxation that pays for them) down our gullets.
And so now, I feel so motivated.
I’ll go to our townhall meeting and I’ll tell those fat-assed, cigar-chomping politicians what I think about them taking away now even our right to protect ourselves in this “so-called” free society.
I’ll tell them what I think about their policies and their procedures and their “due” process (and maybe something about their lousy opinion polls too).
I’ll tell them that they are trying to get away with rape, and with murder (of the worst order), and they wish to take away our guns to ensure that they get away with this menace they represent.
I’ll also tell them that now that I’m a man, I don’t pick up the dandelion seeds and scatter them any more. Now, I grip them in my fist and throw them in the garbage in my house where they belong.
Landfills would look much better covered in dandelions.
Oh, and did I mention that my lawn is nothing but green, green grass?
That is what happens when you tend to things reckless, radical, deviant and prolific.
Let them get out of control, and they take over everything.
Now there is a place for the little yellow monsters, and I believe they are well-suited to grow in the garbage dump – BUT NOT IN MY BACKYARD !!!
There MUST be something there to protect the individual, and our right to keep and bear arms provides that avenue to the responsible and to the true lovers of freedom, liberty and democracy.
So this week, I will exercise my right to assembly.
I will exercise my right to be heard by my city officials, and the right that guarantees this by backing up my words with unabashed and carnivorous pearly white incisors (or shiny copper jackets, take your pick).
Thank you, Grandad.
Thank you for always standing for what you believed, and instilling that wisdom and courage in me.
And now, on to the next phase of the “Obama-lution”.
May the peace of God be with us as we seek to eradicate the seeds of this vile, soul-less and statist revolution that so defines these scumbag, hippie-pigs from the left.
Unlike Hitler’s Brownshirts and gestapo, you are NOT going to get away with murder in America’s heartland.
Not in the green, green grass of my peaceful little town, anyway (and it’s peaceful because everyone knows that we will take care of business with guns we’ve held in our hands since we were each and all five years of age!).