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UN members think we are suckers
Today, the 230th anniversary of the independence of the USA, that gang of thugs at the United Nations has decided to climax its push for global gun control.
Appropriately, I was reminded the other day of a folk ditty written back in 1950 by one Ed McCurdy, and perpetuated by that grand old commie Pete Seeger throughout the sixties, until everyone decided the "movement" was not about peace but about "getting a piece." Or as it was observed (perhaps by Grace Slick) that the era was about "getting high and getting laid."
In any event, if Seeger is still above ground (and I did not care to check), he will probably be standing in front of a mic somewhere in NYC, along with Peter Yarrow, Paul Stookey and Mary (she of the fat ass) Travers, singing thus:
Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
Filled with women and men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again
And when the paper was all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful pray'rs were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing 'round and 'round
While swords and guns and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground
But before you get all weepy and nostalgic for your first [insert murky old fantasy here], think about what would actually happen in NYC, London, Beiruit, Islamabad, Sydney, Paris, Baltimore, Washington, Seattle, Los Angeles, Chicago, or a thousand places elsewhere if swords and guns and uniforms were scattered on the ground. Sure as you're born, a flock of bad-asses would come swarming out of an alley somewhere. They might be gangbangers, white supremacists, Islamofascists, hillbillies, or some other variety of lowlife, but you can bet your ass they'd scoop up those weapons in a heartbeat, put everybody else up against the wall and take all the money, the fast cars and the good-lookin' women. Like it or not, this is the way of the world. Those who would like to see Ed McCurdy's dream come true need to realize that the next verse of this ditty would be written by Harlan Ellison. In short, there'd be a freakin' apocalypse.
You know it, and I know it, and you're a goddamned liar if you claim otherwise. The world has become a police state, and like it or not that appears to be what it will continue to be, until someone blows it to atoms. Thus the question boils down to this: do you want to be the person with his finger on the trigger, or the one with the bayonet pricking his back?
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"do you want to be the person with his finger on the trigger, or the one
with the bayonet pricking his back?"