by Meg Dare
I wonder if there will be a peace pipe passing, drum circle, and meditation moment during the Democrats’ sit-in on the House floor? Oh, you haven’t heard, my dear readers? That’s right. The leftist lawmakers are having a sit-in on the House floor over gun control. Apparently, they want a bipartisan bill passed in regard to more gun regulations. They seem to dislike that the Republicans stand firm on the idea that the 2nd Amendment is an actual Constitutional right. So they plopped their hind-quarters down, crossed their arms and thumbed their noses.
Caption contest #sitin "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer..." pic.twitter.com/GTUWznruUE— (((Daniel Snyder))) (@danmsnyder) June 23, 2016
Awww . . . aren’t they a cute bunch of groovy gun grabbers? Funny thing is some of their proposals don’t seem so bad. Like people on the no-fly list being restricted from purchasing guns. That sounds perfectly reasonable. But I am sure there is some nefarious ulterior motive on the Dems’ part. Note the fact that there is little-to-no criteria for whom can be put on that list. So, perhaps that is why Republicans are in such opposition to it. Just a guess.
What amuses and infuriates me is they actually think they are fighting justly and honorably. They like to think they are the next MLK protesters or Vietnam opponents. Fighting the man because the man ain’t right…and they gotta fight for their right…to party. No wait, wrong protest. But they certainly do have their flowery speeches and demonstrations harkening to the hippie era. Perhaps they are just trying to recapture their youth?
Does anyone ever wonder if there were similar speeches for stones, knives, or fists? Those have killed more people than guns. Hang on, allow me to rephrase that so I don’t sound like a progressive, “Wrong doers when wielding those weapons of choice, have killed more people than guns.” Savvy? Anyway, I wonder if there were speeches for rocks and the like? I can see it now…
The crowd quiets as a man approaches the podium. His hair in disarray. The animal skins clinging to his frame in tatters. He strokes his overgrown beard and clears his throat. “How many I ask? How many more mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, 1st cousins, 2nd, cousins, great-aunts, distant relatives you never see, and that person you never know sitting at the thanksgiving table…how many more need to weep over the loss of a loved one? We all know the prevalence of murders by stoning. It’s time to say ‘Enough is enough.’ I’m Senator Ugg and I approve this message.”
All I know is they better not have tax-paid forklifts to help them get their large and ancient rumps off that floor. Hey, lefty lawmakers! Can you keep it down? We can hear the creaking protests of arthritic joints all the way from our local gun range. It’s quite distracting.