What do ANY of us do?
CONTENT WARNING: there’s such a simpering, smug, disgusting picture of him with it article, it renders it almost unreadable”
Andrew’s empty gun win
It’s always about the polls
…The law focuses heavily on rifles, for example, never mind that rifles were used in all of five murders in New York state in 2011; fists killed 28.
As for handguns, New York’s laws are already among the nation’s strictest — but criminals simply ignore them; only Mayor Bloomberg’s aggressive stop-and-frisk program seems to be having any positive effect. When he’s gone, so will be stop-and-frisk, and then it’ll be Katie-bar-the-door once again.
But if Cuomo had waited, some other governor would have gotten there first — dimming the luster of his own rising star.
If a legislature can middle-of-the-night pass something this horrific, criminalizing half the populace for something perfectly and constitutionally legal twenty minutes before, what IS the average citizen’s recourse? You really need to start asking yourself that. If recalls work for the Left (we KNOW rotunda sit-ins won’t, because some of us ~ again, no thanks to the Left ~ still have day jobs), let’s go. Whatever guerilla tactics make these guys legislative lives a living Hell, while simultaneously working hard for both their replacement in office and the repeal of these draconian, unconstitutional edicts.
There’s a line from a poem about dark times that keeps going through my head ~ I am SURE it will be pounding when the Royal Ass has his presser surrounded by children today ~
…But the Consul’s brow was sad, and the Consul’s speech was low,
And darkly looked he at the wall, and darkly at the foe.
“Their van will be upon us before the bridge goes down;
And if they once might win the bridge, what hope to save the town?”
Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
“To every man upon this earth, death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,
And for the tender mother who dandled him to rest,
And for the wife who nurses his baby at her breast,
And for the holy maidens who feed the eternal flame,
To save them from false Sextus, that wrought the deed of shame?
Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, with all the speed ye may!
I, with two more to help me, will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path, a thousand may well be stopped by three:
Now, who will stand on either hand and keep the bridge with me?’
We need to ALL be Horatio, because we are ON the at the bridge, my friends.