Spineless America.

A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be your constant companion of your walks.        --- Thomas Jefferson to Peter Carr, 1785. The Writings of Thomas Jefferson, (Memorial Edition) Lipscomb and Bergh, editors.

What really would have happened on that fateful day of September 11th 2001 if American citizens had been well armed?  It makes sense that such an attack would have worked in New York because these people, and at no fault to themselves, have had one of their most important individual rights taken away from them and that is a right to defend themselves.  Imagine a group of Hajis decided to attack an airplane leaving Cheyanne Wyoming or even many parts of Texas.  I guarentee they would not have had such luck. 
Our nation has been weakened and it is no fault of any foreign power but our own leaders in Washington who so eagerly want to strip any kind of control from the populace. 
I am currently enrolled at Brigham Young University.  This is amongst the most conservative and right-leaning Universties in America.  But I am appalled to see how many of the students are not only terrified of fire-arms, they are also repulsed by the very nature of what they are.  What, the right to defend yourself has become so taboo in our culture that we cant even allow ourselves to discuss it?  They speak of guns as if one is talking about pornography or illicit drugs.
A good story will describe exactly my frustration.  Last year my girlfriend and I were at her apartment with her and her roomates and some of her roomates' guy friends (well if you could call them guys, male is hardly the word I would use to describe these emaciated twurps.  It was Halloween and we were watching the horrid film, The Grudge.  After sitting there for near an hour I started to become frustrated at how predictable and annoying much of the film was, but mostly at how this film would never have existed if the damsle in it had invested in a proper fire arm.  I let my voice be heard.  After saying that, across the couch one of her roomates' boyfriends who couldnt have weighed more than 120 looked at me and said, "what...do you own a, a GUN?"  Both my girlfriend and I looked at each other, and started to burst out in uncontrollable laughter.  She cordially looked at him and said, "Trevor, his name is Winchester, he owns plenty."  This is just an example of how some little fairy who probably wears his girlfriend's pants has no idea what it means to be an American.

Stay free my friends

The Uncultured Revolutionary