Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise

Why is it that, every time the wannabe commies in Congress feel stymied in their never-ending attempts to obliterate the Second Amendment, some “random” lunatic or religious fanatic obligingly goes out and murders a bunch of innocent human beings, often with the very weapon they’re currently trying to outlaw?

Never mind, the question was purely rhetorical. I get it, I get it. And I’m pretty damned fed up with an obvious pattern that’s been going on since before 1966, when a guy with a brain tumor the size of a grapefruit climbed to the top of that tower in Texas. I didn’t do that, or even kill Jack Kennedy, and yet I was punished as if I had, and so were you, by the forcible removal of our rights. I hate, loathe, and despise collectivism in all of its nasty, slimy, evil forms, and collective punishment is the worst.

By the way, answer me a question, if you will: in a self-defense emergency, what the hell good is a gun that’s locked in a safe? Some politico (he’d want me to mention his name) opined recently that the Second Amendment doesn’t give anyone the right to keep a gun on his bedside table. My answer to that? I keep mine in my wheelchair, beside the bed. Molon Labe.

On a somewhat different note, Judge Roy Moore, the famous or infamous (depending on who’s talking) right-wing Republican candidate for the U.S. Senate from Alabama, now stands accused by four unnamed women of having sexually molested them almost four decades ago. Those who know me are aware that I carry no brief for Bible-thumpers like Moore, who posted the Ten Commandments in his courtroom and refused to take them down when ordered to—twice—by the state Supreme Court. (He should have posted Hammurabi’s Code and the Twelve Tablets of Roman Law right alongside them and called the display “historical”.)

But Moore denies these latest allegations, and deserves our presumption that he is innocent until he is proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt in a court of law. (And yes,I concede grudgingly that so does Harvey Weinstein.) Moore sees it as a tactic by the Alabama Democrats, who are desperate to regain the seat left empty when Jeff Sessions became U.S. Attorney General. (A hell of a lot of good that did.) I am much more inclined to agree with Breitbart, that the whole affair reeks disgustingly of those cockroaches Mitch McConnell and of John “Songbird” McCain lurking in the baseboards.

And what ever became of the Statute of Limitations?

Meanwhile, Madeleine Albright bloviates on TV about Donald Trump’s foreign policy efforts while he’s still out of the country. This is the cow who, told that a million Iraqi children had died thanks to the Clinton Administration’s blockade of food and medicine, mooed “It was worth it!” Why should any decent human being take seriously the opinions of a willing and enthusiastic accomplice to mass murder? Hitler, Stalin, Mao, and Pol Pot would be so proud!

I have manfully refrained, so far, of imitating every other pundit on land, sea, and swamp and offering our President advice on what he should and shouldn’t do. Everybody thinks they know better than he does. They don’t. I trust the man to eventually get it right. I do have a small idea, however, of something he might do to get his tax legislation past the vile parasitic creatures in both parties who are blocking his agenda at every turn as an act of anti-democratic political warfare.

He should have all the necessary forms printed up and stacked to the White House ceilings, granting full clemency and restitution to anyone who fails to comply with any IRS law or ruling for any reason. (This is a concept I first wrote about in Hope, a novel I wrote some years ago with the great Aaron Zelman.)

If they can’t get convictions or levy fines for a year or two, they’ll start bleating pitifully to their masters in the House and Senate. To start the wheels turning again, Trump should insist on everything he originally wanted; no compromises. Fifteen percent personal taxes (or less); eliminate corporate taxes altogether, since you and I, not corporations, pay them; and none of this “soak the rich” crap. Charles Schumer (he wants you to call him “Chuck”) may think his Marxist buddies rule here, having been run out of the Old World, but they do not. When his credit cards start being denied, perhaps he’ll straighten up and fly right.

Of course they could always try to impeach the Donald, but then we could have a nice little civil war in which the anti-gun left would last about fifteen seconds. Sign me up.

Change of subject again. Before you ask, I have no idea what really happened in Las Vegas or that little church in Texas, and neither do you. To judge from all the impact that release of the Kennedy assassination documents has had, we never will. Every day, every minute, we swim in an ocean of lies and it’s all we can do to keep from drowning. Quite unlike the government, I see Wikileaks and efforts like it as an attempt to throw us a life-ring. They are heroes and deserve our profound respect. If I were in the Donald’s place (and aren’t you supremely grateful that I’m not?) I’d give Presidential Medals of Freedom to Julian Assange, Ed Snowden, and Chelsea Manning.

If only Hillary had been properly fitted with a silencer at the beginning of the 2016 campaign, how much happier would this nation be today? How about a Constitutional amendment that will mandate the immediate arrest and incarceration (I hear Alcatraz is very nice this time of year) of any politician, bureaucrat, or cop who proposes a law that violates the Bill of Rights? Don’t bother telling me about their First Amendment rights. They gave those up when they took the oath of office.