We get it. People mean well when deflecting from addressing guns after a mass shooting. Which I can’t say for leftists, who waste no time demanding for the government to snatch the blasters from our hands. The same way a teacher snatches a cell phone from a texting tween with an opportunity for a boob shot.
The school shooting in Florida reignited the left’s push to rid America of that which made it America: guns. Conservatives, especially elected officials, are responding to the push the way they always do. With the same five cringe-worthy words: “it’s not the right time.”
Leftists, like an out-of-tune chorus, inevitably retort with “When is the right time?” Fair question. This is one of those rare cases where they have a point. If not now, when?
There is no right or wrong time. In fact, one might argue the right time to discuss most mass shootings occurring in so-called “gun-free zones” is immediately after a shooting in a gun-free zone. Why not borrow what the left does, push what we believe is a life-saving measure when the attention is there? Another one we need to herald: how just about every one of the “common sense” reforms proposed by leftists would do nothing to stop these shootings. In our silence, while waiting for the “right time,” leftists accuse us of being uncaring sociopaths who gleefully sacrifice children at the altar of Smith & Wesson. We respond with crickets.
There’s really no reason for the silence. Leftists’ only anti-gun arguments are to lay on the waterworks. Accuse gun owners of having micro-peens. They shed their crocodile tears, then demand we hand over our AK-17 ghost guns with the 30-magazine clips. Because “the children.” While they’re lobbying to Hoover out the brains of unborn babes. But I digress.
We should be more than willing to put these gat-hating lefties in their place. Yet at the first mention of a shooting, we run for cover like we’re in Hawaii and the nuclear warning guy just pushed the wrong button while reaching for a donut. We have no problem speaking out when a fanboy of Muhammad rents a box truck for Allah, or an illegal pendejo pulls a 187 on an innocent chica. What makes this any different?
The problem is the people who don’t know any better mistake our decency for apathy. Our decorum for cowardice. It’s going to be hard to sell the unconvinced on the Second Amendment when the only voices they hear are the shrill squeals of gun-grabbing hyenas. Calling for our private arsenals to be reduced to a flintlock rifle and a blunderbuss. While they exercise their First Amendment rights not from quill and parchment, but Twitter and Facebook. Assholes.
I get wanting to be respectful. I’m not saying we should sling our ARs across our backs and hold a “Yay Guns!” march through a graveyard. We could, however, put up at a defense. Point out how the “scary black rifles” account for a small percentage of firearm homicides. How guns are inanimate objects, incapable of selecting targets and firing themselves. How the guy pulling the trigger, not the NRA, is responsible for the murdering. You know, the basics.
Instead of turning the other cheek as they pummel us with ad hominem attacks about our hearts and genitals, we could load the 12-gauge with truth pellets. Hit the left with both barrels.
We have 250 years of history and the law on our side. Along with a pile of real-world examples higher than a dreadlocked hippie at Burning Man. There’s nothing immoral about pointing out facts. At any time.
A well-oiled .357 Magnum turns a defenseless granny into a force to be reckoned with. The hand clutching the Glock is the upper one. Nothing in history has ever empowered the weak quite like a hand cannon. These are facts worthy our heralding. Always.
As long as we stay quiet, the public hears one side of the debate. We have two options: speak up, win a few people over to our side, hopefully save a few lives in the process. Or keep playing Helen Keller, allowing the left to control the narrative.
The smart choice couldn’t be more obvious.