Karl Rove doesn’t have enough hair left to pull – at this point I expect he’ll have to start flaying himself. Because . . . Wayne LaPierre is off the leash again.
I am beginning to fear for the man – with such a dystopian vision of his future, he must live in utter terror. No wonder the guy always looks crazed.
After Hurricane Sandy, we saw the hellish world that the gun prohibitionists see as their utopia. Looters ran wild in south Brooklyn. There was no food, water or electricity. And if you wanted to walk several miles to get supplies, you better get back before dark, or you might not get home at all . . .
Meanwhile, President Obama is leading this country to financial ruin, borrowing over a trillion dollars a year for phony “stimulus” spending and other payoffs for his political cronies. Nobody knows if or when the fiscal collapse will come, but if the country is broke, there likely won’t be enough money to pay for police protection. And the American people know it. . . .
Hurricanes. Tornadoes. Riots. Terrorists. Gangs. Lone criminals. These are perils we are sure to face—not just maybe. It’s not paranoia to buy a gun. It’s survival. It’s responsible behavior, and it’s time we encourage law-abiding Americans to do just that.
And employing the most bizarre meme appropriation of all time, he says:
We [the NRA] are the largest civil rights organization in the world.
People listen to this thug, this creature who has never been anything but a professional lobbyist, never done any other kind of work. Just a mouthpiece. Pay him da money, he’ll sing da song. And they heed his words and they call him Patriot.
So you can pull on the leather jacket and get up on the water skiis if you want Wayne, but at this point it’d be just a formality. Shark. Jumped.