Riddle Me This

By all means, let us ban these weapons. [Read]

What's this "us"?  Got a mouse in your pocket? My weapons aren't yours to ban, you self-impressed tool.


You offer us no riddle, just a sick and cowardly declaration of war against those of us who will defy and resist any such attempt to break us and impose your evil wishes. Some of us will buy neither your stupid black helicopter cop-out, nor your Borg declaration that resistance is futile and ridiculous. If you think the fight is going to be prosecuted on our doorsteps, at the time and place of your proxies' choosing, you're too pathetically ignorant and unimaginative to even be in this classroom, let alone to presume to lecture it.

Sam has designated himself the final arbiter of what's extreme and what's reasonable.  Because he says so, so there. That must be why there's no provision for comments under his idiot long-winded screed.

Hey, whoever trains this Quisling and sells him guns -- stop it. He doesn't deserve any consideration from the gun community, and you're giving aid and comfort to a domestic enemy.  And another Sam would like to have a word with him.

[Via W³]