Thursday, November 27, 2008

Night of the Evil Butterball

Attacks by roving flocks of wild turkeys are on the increase around suburban Boston--AP

Time was, the turkey was considered a game bird. The Pilgrims at Plymouth feasted on them. Generations later, Ben Franklin considered it such a useful fowl that he nominated it for the national bird.

Of course, this was in the days when the right to bear arms was taken for granted, when free people hunted turkeys for sustenance, all the while honing marksmanship that would serve them well in time of need.

Flash forward to present-day Boston, a place of sacred tradition, the literal forge for our heritage of individual liberty. Except Boston is now a place where traditions have been betrayed. Its current overlords have succeeded in disarming the whole people in a way that General Gage could never have conceived possible.

So successful have these rulers been that the city that gave us Sam Adams and Paul Revere is now a city under siege, and this is fittingly ironic if you think about it, by wild turkeys. So helpless and hapless are Boston's modern-day patriots, they can do little except retreat from the aggressive gobblers, escape, hole up and plead for rescue from the very authorities that enforce public impotence.

This is what the heirs of The Sons of Liberty have been reduced to. This is what they have allowed, and in many cases, demanded. Human beings, with dominion over the earth, scurrying from turkeys. The tolerated degradation of the masses is damned near complete.

This does not escape the notice of those who impose their tyranny upon us. What new outrage are they now free to impose? What can't they do? After all, we're talking about subjects who would cede their birthright to birds.

The greasy-lipped masters have to be laughing like hell as they reach across their table of plunder and rip off another drumstick...

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AFTERWORD: This little essay and the news account it references are both several years old. I never found a home for it before, and decided it would commemorate WarOnGuns' first Thanksgiving--and have used it every Thanksgiving since.

5 comments:

  1. The problem is relevant, thanks for posting. Last night I was telling a relative that the vast majority of the country (it was 90+%) didn't want our politicians to pass the 700 billion bailout. They did it anyway. And got away with it. And have since committed to stealing 6.5 trillion more. They will do anything they think they can get away with. Anything we won't rise up and kill them for.

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  2. Happy Thanksgiving David, and to everyone else. If you don't get a little shot to bit down on as you eat your turkey you have a store turkey, too bad.
    Hunting turkeys is the hardest of the game I've ever hunted. Moving my finger from the hood to the trigger is all it takes for one to haul feathers out of there. I've had seven of them see or smell me and got behind a tree. I waited for half an hour for them to come out. They didn't so I want and looked, no birds. They formed a line and used the tree as sight blocking cover to go to a creek and haul feathers to hide behind my pick up. LOL! We are having the big fat one that was pecking at my lug nuts, for dinner later today.

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  3. As GOD is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly......-grin-

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  4. Patton said when you lose the means and the will to fight, the enemy can sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of sh--.

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