Wednesday, April 26, 2006

On Knowing One's Place

The trade association representing the firearms industry yesterday asked to be included in the "gun summit" being held today at Gracie Mansion for more than a dozen mayors from around the nation.

"Our industry has developed programs that are working to reduce criminal misuse of firearms," Lawrence Keane, senior vice president of the National Shooting Sports Foundation, wrote the mayor.

"We would welcome the opportunity to educate mayors about these programs."

He didn't get very far.

"Are they mayors?" asked Stu Loeser, Bloomberg's press secretary, dismissing the request out of hand.
You tell 'em, Stu Loser.

What's the matter, Mr. Keane? Did you think that your fawning (NSSF...applauds your...national summit on illegal guns) and pledging to abet the facists ("I will serve the master of the Precious. Good master, good Smeagol, gollum, gollum!") would make them respect you and treat you like an equal?

Did you actually believe the lie that these tyants were interested in "open lines of communications"?

Consult with you? You've been told your place in no uncertain terms. You're not a mayor. That means they rule, you obey. Got it?

And if you don't like it, just try lifting a finger against their enforcers.

Go ahead. Make their day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I hear and obey the Masters. Just don't take your eyes off of me, or close your own. Never sleep,relax,or turn your back.Never feel secure,go on vacation,never think for a moment that I am not thinking of something. You've gone too far with that whip,boss. You've told me in so many words too many times how stupid you think I am,boss. Ah gots to know. You ready,boss?