My President is Dead

Second, science fiction fans should be particularly grateful to Heston: were it not for his screen presence in movies like PLANET OF THE APES and SOYLENT GREEN and OMEGA MAN, science fiction might still be languishing in the ghetto of B-movies about giant bugs. He lent a much needed-dose of gravity to the media side of the science fiction world.

Third, to the beleaguered National Rifle Association was he also willing to lend a much-needed dose of gravity. I will always admire the forthrightness of his slogan: From My Cold, Dead Hands.

This slogan brings into sharp relief both the frivolity of the Left — for they talk about gun control as if they had any say in the matter — and the sinister nature of the Left — they will never relinquish their quest for total control of all aspects of life, control of word and deed, speech and thought. They think, contrary to all evidence, to be smarter than us. Their proof for this is that they favor emotion over reason. They think, contrary to all evidence, to be wiser than us. Their proof for this is their delight in all things immature and novel. They think, contrary to all evidence, to be our moral superiors. Their proof for this is their hatred of decency, their contempt for moral standards, and their toleration for perversion, their fawning over third-world thugs. To control us, they must first disarm us: well do they know it, and for this reason the issue of gun control is the one from which they cannot retreat, no matter how flimsy their claims either in law or logic or in empirical evidence.

The slogan sends a sobering message to this “victim disarmament” movement: what you have to say about gun control, what the courts say, and, ultimately, what the Constitution says, simply does not matter. The Constitution merely recognizes a natural right. The right would exist whether the Bill of Rights spelled it out or not. Other that natural right matters.

By nature, we are free men. Free men are armed and prepared to defend that freedom. If you are unarmed, who cares what you say? You do not have the power to enforce your will on us.

If you are armed, then see to your own disarmament first, before meddling with us.

You see the elegance of the Hestonian slogan. You will not disarm us without killing us first. The point is not open to discussion. That you might be willing to kill us to disarm us tears the mask of compassion from your grinning skulls, my smiling foes. Whatever your motivations might be, humanity, or a concern for peace and good order, are not among them. If you are not willing to kill us to disarm us, then the conversation is over. How serious are you? How far are you willing to go? 

Charlton Heston called your bluff. Now see or fold.

Mr. Heston was a man who used his publicity wisely. Here is a photo of my president, before he marched for civil rights, protesting a “White-Only” restaurant. Would that all Hollywood activists be as thoughtful in their selection of causes to support.

To those of you who think those of us in the NRA are fascists or Nazis are worse, all I can say is shut the hell up, morons. The NRA were training blacks in firearm use so they could defend themselves against Klansman when you were still in your poopy red diapers.