Stop Me Before I Vote Again

my father in times of class tembloring
always suggested a pump action 12 gage
"with plenty a boxes of shells ..
if that don't slow em to a hault...
we got ... the greek fire from the roof bit "

but he was a basic sorta
class kampf kinda guy

slim pistolas ??

weell i gotta confess
that type of security free enterprise
seems a bit too cavalier for my blood

if their coming for me
i wanna give em more pause then
a pocket six shooter provides

hell that's about like drawing a fencing foil

in troubled times

i guess i'm my dad's boy after all

have to agree with ya sugar Al

the hand gun is basically
for intracorporate
competitions

bring back silk collar dueling ??

mano a mano gun play in the executive suite

now that would restore
a little hoi polloi
respect for their betters no ??

Pistols? Hell, give 'em fucking bazookas.

If we redacted the article a little, it could become very interesting. Let's say there's a group of people that adheres to a grandiose, incoherent and miserably parochial ideology. They have a sense of victimhood and a sense of entitlement wholly out of proportion to their real circumstances. They're isolated from mainstream society and ruled by autocrats, who demand tribute from their followers and enforce obedience through brutal social pressure. Worst of all, they're acquiring weapons, with money they extorted from their weaker neighbors. Can they be helped?

This is clearly a case for liberal interventionism! We need to save these people from themselves. There'll be a price to pay, but it's a humanitarian price and look: Over there! It's Bernard Kouchner, invoking the sacred memory of Lafayette.

Wow. Each other?

Sweet. Kinda' like the end of Reservoir Dogs, if I recall.

I suppose I oughta get off my ass and see that one, since I managed to sit through Inglorious Basterds (twice!) without being traumatized. Hell, I actually laughed -- heartily, and without guilt -- at the scene where that guy has his head bashed to bits with a baseball bat.

Come to think of it... too bad there aren't enough unemployed and foreclosed types out there who are pissed off enough to fight like they've got nothing to lose; you think people are scared when one laid-off worker here or one foreclosed homeowner there goes postal -- what if these people actually got in touch with each other and got organized? Imagine gangs of these folks, jumping groups of drunken stockbrokers and bankers coming out of bars, stomping and knifing them all to death except for one, left alive to tell the story to the cops and try to explain the bloody dollar sign carved in his forehead.

D'ahh, well; in our dreams, huh? Too bad Americans are all such a bunch of pussies.

SAVE THEM FROM EACH OTHER?! I'm hoping they'll have an upper class twits competition! I'd raise funds for ammunition if I could be sure they'd kill each other.
lET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Mike F: I don't know about pussies, but most of our national compatriots, male or female, seem to be wanna be dick heads. Thick and meaty. Michael Stivik cubed, all in the family.

thumbs up for al's AssHat foreign policy doctrine

easy to recruit people to occupy those buildings, if we promise showers and cable

The buildings are also good candidates for "peace conversion". They can be rehabilitated into very nice clinics, homeless shelter apartments, counseling rooms, accommodations for distressed families, multi-story greenhouses and so forth. The banksters themselves would undoubtedly want to contribute labor, after they saw the gibbets, and I'm sure there are a few comrades who would be happy to guide them through their self-criticism sessions. It could be a positive experience for all concerned.

i really do see this proposal as all upside