Opinion - 83 Million Gun owners
83 Million Gun owners, sitting on a wall
| β | "If the bullshit doesn't come to a halt, you will see eighty-three million gun owners walk out of their homes like this..." | β |
—Angry Patriot | ||
Uh-huh. It will never happen. Ever. 83 million my elbow. Fiddlesticks. Pipe dream.
What IS a possible scenario? Regrettable, frightening, indeed, but it would mimic the History of the world elsewhere?
Note: I say this as an observer, that's all. No approval, exhortation implied.
...is that a highly organized, cohesive group of a mere few hundred men. Highly trained. Highly committed. Get together. And decide that 'enough is enough'.
If THEY embark on a carefully organized campaign? Relentlessly Targeting?
And I mean, 'targeting'. Then I would predict a very high probability of their being able to radically change the course of History. That's all it takes. Why?
Because politicians are the biggest cowards on the block. Remember them creeping on the floor on Jan 6th? Practically peeing themselves? Once you take the fight to them? Their staff? Their homes? It's over.
Source? Look carefully at the 1917 Bolshevik coup d'etat in Russia. What minuscule number of jew-led, mostly immigrant insurgents pulled that off? More recently, look at the PIRA campaign, 15,000 British soldiers plus every intelligence branch working 24/7 overtime. Against a mere few hundred front line PIRA units. Look at the Canary Wharf/the Docklands bombing impact. As a demonstration of ability. Thankfully with minimum loss of life, due warnings given. COULD have killed many hundreds.
Look at the Brighton near assassination Hotel-bombing of Margaret Thatcher. Airey Neave, etc. Etc, etc.
Again: Note: I say this as an observer, that's all. No approval, exhortation implied.
Where I'm sitting? Where I've been? What I've seen? What I've learned? Take it with a pinch of salt, or a truckload, if you so desire. I don't care. But I'm telling anybody who will listen:
you will never, ever, get a whole mess of bods on the streets, all armed, and marching into the line of fire. No fizzing way. Poppycock. You can wear camo, march up and down, play games in the woods. Oil your bang-bangs. Means squat.
A billion excuses to stay at home. And cook dinner for the kids.
At the same time, it is extremely hard, next to impossible, for even the most ruthless 'government' or 'wannabe dictator', to EVER fully defeat a home grown, determined, well organized, committed, willing to die for their beliefs, paramilitary force defending its home turf, and cherished ancestral homelands. Using deadly force.
Most people, especially mealy-mouthy Government and state actors, in the final analysis, ONLY respect strength and or PAIN. Anything and everything else is (mis?) interpreted as weakness, and an open invitation to keep pushing harder. And harder. And... even harder. America, my home, the paradise I love, is at a cross roads. I still hope that cooler minds will prevail. That integrity & honesty will triumph over what certainly appears to be blatant, in-your-face, criminal illegality. However, I suspect, sadly, that the hope for a peaceful resolution? Is fading. Becoming pie-in-the-sky.
It seems more probable that America will either go down with a pitiful whimper, slithering feebly down the slippery slope, to a one party Venezuelan tragedy. OR. A few hundred of your sons?
Will -bloodily- change History.
I am by nature a Buddhist-poetry-loving, frustrated Pacifist.
I hate and detest war and fighting. I'm fed up to the back teeth with America's endless Foreign Wars. I can't believe we are still, at heart, brutish cave men, bashing each other's brains out.
But I try also to be?
A stone cold, sober, Realist. Who learned?
To shoot, and fight.
When the sonnet loving poet meets the thug with a club? Who ends up bleeding, with a broken head?
History is a fickle mistress. Kings and knaves, scholars and bumpkins, have had their shot at predicting the stubborn cow.
And how many times? Has the blessed beast, with a mind of its own, defying all predictions?
Wandered off in a wholly unexpected direction...