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Our streets are bastions of immorality ruled by gun-toting thugs…
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Everyone has gotta have a gun…
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America left Iraq in chaos…
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Sometimes two isn’t enough…
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Baghdad is overrun by bullies & hoodlums…
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It’s getting uglier…
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The Taliban have left Pakistan no choice…
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And uglier…
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Now rebels in Seria want our weapons too!
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Look what I bought at Walmart, Mom!
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GUN 2013
Chapter 15
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I cut a few corners & there I is ~ in front of the Bird Cage Saloon ~ Harley Davidson steads parked at the curb, homeless men in the park across the street vacantly staring at Whiskey Row. In the middle of this grassy shady park across the street looms the stoic courthouse of Yavapai County. This is the same courthouse square where somebody is rumored to have filmed a scene or two in yesteryear’s cult-classic, Billy Jack. And here I is ~ on the other side of Montezuma Avenue ~ standing forlornly before the Bird Cage Saloon ~ craving so badly to go anywhere except inside. I shrug, cough-up some old-man phlegm. I gracefully sail the spittle into the gutter. And, specially for the homeless audience across the street, I sneak into my performance a sharp secret-agent move to the right, and then, a sharper, swifter, secret-agent move to the left. And thennn ~ I enter.
He is wearing clown shoes ~ a dead give-away that this is the clown who was handing out loaded derringers to children on the street & whom I stalked up the alley behind the Bird Cage Saloon. These clown shoes are about 12-inches longer than regular shoes. And they flop around like what I imagine backward beaver tails look like on freshly shot specimens.
I probably would not have noticed anybody wearing such shoes except as I push the door open & casually saunter into the infamous drinking establishment, my leg gives out & I fall to the floor. This is not part of the plan. Must be some kind of ceasement of circulation. Whatever cool I possessed is now shattered glass. However, I have noticed those clown shoes. I most likely would not have noticed them if I had not fallen. While lying on the floor like a jelly fish, I happen to note that a feller sitting at the bar is wearing them. Scuffed up, flippy floppy, hilarious clown shoes.
Another feller, this one with outrageously long hair, a steel guitar, and a big grin, comes up. He gives my leg a couple kicks in the calf. This gets the circulation going again & I am grateful. When, with one hand, he yanks me up onto my feet, it dawns on me this guy looks a lot like Ted Newscent ~ the famous rock n’ roll daddy & gun yo-yo ~ yes, this guy is the spittin’ image of Ted Newscent ~ he who is so often publicly flamboyantly hostile to the U.S. President.
And the guy sitting at the bar, presently in a regular business suit & the extremely extended clown shoes that, I presume, he forgot to switch after niggling thru the back door moments earlier ~ he looks a lot like ~ no, it cannot be! He’s peering point-blank at me like I’m a target. The hefty fellers around him with bulges in their coats could quite possibly be ~ yes, they are ~ they are his bodyguards. A chill runs up my spine. This man is the National Rifle Association big-talk man, Wayne Peeintheair. He is, in no small way, publicly hostile to the U.S. President too.
And, alas, I am one of the White House’s favorite secret agents!
~ Rawclyde!
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GUN 2013
Chapter 14
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So I keep on strolling up the alley ~ stroll by the backside patio of the famous Palace restaurant with a severe parking structure to the other side of the alley ~ stroll by the back of this bar & that store & more trash bins. In the shade beside one bin I discern movement. Oh oh, am I a goner? Why must I be one of the White House’s favorite secret agents? Who volunteered me for this job? Maybe right now is a good time to suddenly start looking for something that pays ~ like flipping burgers.
My eyes blur. The shade is deep. The shade is ~ mystical? The shade next to the trash bin is hiding a tramp ~ and not hiding him very well. He’s sitting on the pavement, his back against the smelly bin. He has found a cool place to rest his bones ~ but this cool place is shrinking due to the sun moving across the sky. Pretty soon he is going to have to move. He raises his arm. He points. “The fucking clown went in there,” he growls.
I turn & look at a not-too-fancy wooden door on which is elaborately printed, “Bird Cage Saloon.” This narrow door is at the back of another plain windowless crumbling-brick building.
I spit out, “Thank you, brother.” I turn & head for the door.
As I reach for the door handle the tramp behind me says, “I wouldn’t go in there if I was you.”
I turn around. This feller is standing up now. Half of him is in the sunlight. He’s long & lanky, stubble all over a haggard face. He’s wearing a black duster coat with long tails, a little western tie at his throat, a shirt that was once white, a wide brim smacked down on his skull. He looks like a very soiled version of Wyatt Earp ~ without gun or badge & in the market for a grave.
“Go around thru the front,” he advises.
“Sounds like a good idea,” I acknowledge. The clown I’d been following could be hiding somewhere behind the backdoor ready to knock me off. He most likely wouldn’t be expecting me thru the front door. This, this, this ghost might have just saved me much harm. “Thanks,” I say.
He glares at me with nothing more to add.
I step further up the back-alley of Whiskey Row. I’m no longer limping. But my back is kinda stiff and my muscles are kind of ~
Plucked like guitar strings…
~ by Rawclyde!
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Photo: Wyatt Earp
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GUN 2013
Chapter 13
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What perverse ideology leads a man to don a clown costume & give loaded derringers to children? He’s over the edge. He’s over. Period.
The sad scene behind me on Cortez Street dictates courage, dictates that I investigate. I slither out from behind the trash bin. I straighten up. I step forward. The clown disappeared up the alley & I want to know exactly where.
Limping now, I step forward again & again. I step across Gurley Street ~ named after a surveyor & officer in the U.S. Army who set out for but never made it to Prescott. He was going to be the town’s first mayor if I remember my history correctly.
A motorist almost runs me down. What else is new? Another motorist slows, stops, condescendingly wiggles her fingers at me to continue across the damn street. I do as beckoned & back alley drift between the tall edifice of Saint Michael’s Hotel & a little Buddha gift store ~ both built of crumbling brick. The clarity of the situation is hitting me now. The shadows, though shrinking, are deep & mystical. This reminds me of when I walked down Oak Creek Canyon along the highway under a full moon. But I’m in Prescott & it’s almost noon. And, as usual, there’s nothing to fear but God. And He is known to loves us.
I think I am getting Gurley mixed up with Whipple when it comes to the historical personalities of Prescott. Was Whipple’s first name Fort? No, I don’t think so. And it might very well be he was going to be not Prescott’s first mayor but Arizona’s first governor. He never made it. I best stop thinking about this.
And it’s getting hot around here. Sweat is dripping down the side of my face. My armpits are sopping wet ~ might be because I’m wearing a new vest. I pull down the brim of my old hat. My hair, I’m sure, is all over the place, like, I’m an over-the-hill hippie with a silver beard…
~ by Rawclyde!
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http://www.paintingsilove.com/image/show/156795/younger-willie-nelson
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GUN 2013
Chapter 12
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Do I actually tumble down the stairs? No. I scuttle like a bug. The soles of my hiking shoes barely touch the edge of each corrugated metal step at the backside of the inn. Now I’m on the ground & down the alley & around the corner. Why didn’t I go out the front? Why ain’t I perfect? And why has my left leg gone lame? Why are my knees cracking? Why am I not having a heart attack instead of running like a deer, like a rabbit?
Run run.
I run by the poor kid layed-out on the sidewalk, 3 or 4 folks gathered around him, one kneeling checking the little guy’s lack of pulse, the crying little girl standing there with a derringer in her hand. The reality of the minature 22-caliber gun not being a toy ~ hammers her sweet little face as the tears waterfall into a lake at her feet. She just killed her brother with a gun that a clown gave her.
I’m running down the cross-street because I saw a flash of that clown turn down an alley. He is red white & blue aflutter ~ big red & blue spots on white with gold ruffles, goofy face, frizzy hair, a red ball stuck on the end of his nose. This little red ball came undone, is bouncing on the sidewalk. I kick it into the traffic as I pass ~ old horn-dog style now ~ so swiftly do I pass.
When I reach the alley down which the not-so-funny rainbow disappeared, I’m totally out of breath. I slow down. I turn the corner into the alley casually & in no hurry. I am on a sight-seeing stroll. I am a humming tourist.
There he is ~ way up the narrow back-way ~ crossing Gurley Street. Now he is behind Whiskey Row. He is on the move at a brisk pace. And now, baby, now, so am I.
Whoa!
In the blink of of a lizard’s eye, he is on one knee facing me with what looks like an assault rifle & scope raised & ready to fire.
I go squat behind a trash bin & pretend like I’m taking a crap. A fashionably dressed man & woman on a fancy date stroll by. They’re laughing. I straighten up and peer over the bin.
My prey is gone. I forgot to mention the clown was toting a laundry-like cloth bag ~ I presume full of goodies. That must be from where he pulled out what I presume was a deadly weapon aimed at my head. I presume it was not a toy…
~ by Rawclyde!
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Photos courtesy of:
http://www.coloradoan.com/article/20121111/XPLORE/311110023
http://texasmountaintrail.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html
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GUN 2013
Chapter 11
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“The common sense gun regulation bill got buffaloed in the senate.”
“You mean the gun control bill?”
“No. I mean the common sense gun regulation bill. ‘Gun control’ doesn’t sound right to me. I don’t use the term.”
“All the people I’ve talked to around here say Obama wants to disarm them of their firearms.”
“That’s the NRA lying to the gullibles. Our Commander In Chief doesn’t like little Americans in their elementary school getting their brains splattered all over the walls by an over-armed maniac.”
“What do you propose?”
“Well, with the gun bill defeated in the senate, I propose intelligent voting by American citizens in 2014.”
Submissivania laughs.
“Hey, if the American people refuse to be buffaloed,” I say, “This gun legislation can still get through!”
Submissivania laughs again ~ bitterly ~ and shrugs.
The Earth’s aura is thick with mystery and so is my head. The town is a mother lode of human spirit. The American motorist rules. Benches are prevalent downtown, never the less, for weary pedestrians ~ a generous gesture by the city mothers and fathers to the tourists, and to people like me. A chilly wind is knocking about. But the sun is arising. And Thumb Butte keeps winking at the White House’s two favorite secret agents perched on a third-floor balcony above Cortez Street in Prescott, Arizona.
By n’ by a feller come outta the hall door behind us & lean on the rail to the other side of alluring Submissivania. It doesn’t take long for her to divert her attention in his direction. He is younger, more outgoing, more stupid than me. I cannot comprehend why Submissivania’s alarming shoulder is bumping him now instead of yours truly ~ except I suppose he’s one of the boys that has been in & out of her room in the wee hours of the night since my secret-agent partner & myself have been rooming here. That’s how it’s been at the Downtown Prescott Inn.
I don’t know what they’re talking about. It doesn’t make sense to me. They’re yammering on & on about balance & awareness & loping & rearing up & eating grass along the trail. His hand fondles her knee and that too submissively swings in his direction. In fact, my fair lady eventually swirls around, leans her back against the balcony. Pretty soon they might as well be slow dancing & I might as well be Perry Como singing Moon River specially for them to enhance their romantic inclinations.
My happy face has faded entirely away. My new mood is becoming pretty transparent. But they don’t notice. Or care. I might just as well be a ghost.
As I’m deciding how to sneak away from there, my favorite duet leaves instead. I think they say something about riding horses before they go. They’re gone without any good-byes to the old grey ghost who has been fading away on the balcony.
So now what? Am I going to go to the gym across the street or the public library up the hill? Will I hit the church for free grub or the ornery mother goddess for free coffee? How ’bout the community college library? I could go there. Or I could visit a friend. I happen to have had at least 3 years of familiarity with this place, Prescott, before I returned two months ago accompanied by Submissivania ~ and the day is actually becoming more and more beautiful.
I’m about to turn & head out when something catches my attention on the sidewalk across the street. What’s a clown doing down there? A man in a colorful Bozo costume just handed a little kid a small gift-wrapped package. The clown just handed another kid another one. That’s nice. The little boy and girl run down the sidewalk tearing open their free whatevers. There’s a loud bang. And the boy drops ~ drops dead?
I turn, run down the hall, tumble down the stairs, to investigate…
~ by Rawclyde!
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Artwork by Quintero:
http://quinteroart.deviantart.com/art/HITCHHIKING-GHOST-EZRA-131020895
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The President’s Afterword
on the defeat of the common-sense gun regulation bill in the U.S. Senate
April 17, 2013
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A few months ago, in response to too many tragedies — including the shootings of a United States Congresswoman, Gabby Giffords, who’s here today, and the murder of 20 innocent schoolchildren and their teachers –- this country took up the cause of protecting more of our people from gun violence.
Families that know unspeakable grief summoned the courage to petition their elected leaders –- not just to honor the memory of their children, but to protect the lives of all our children. And a few minutes ago, a minority in the United States Senate decided it wasn’t worth it. They blocked common-sense gun reforms even while these families looked on from the Senate gallery.
By now, it’s well known that 90 percent of the American people support universal background checks that make it harder for a dangerous person to buy a gun. We’re talking about convicted felons, people convicted of domestic violence, people with a severe mental illness. Ninety percent of Americans support that idea. Most Americans think that’s already the law.
And a few minutes ago, 90 percent of Democrats in the Senate just voted for that idea. But it’s not going to happen because 90 percent of Republicans in the Senate just voted against that idea.
A majority of senators voted “yes” to protecting more of our citizens with smarter background checks. But by this continuing distortion of Senate rules, a minority was able to block it from moving forward.
I’m going to speak plainly and honestly about what’s happened here because the American people are trying to figure out how can something have 90 percent support and yet not happen. We had a Democrat and a Republican -– both gun owners, both fierce defenders of our Second Amendment, with “A” grades from the NRA — come together and worked together to write a common-sense compromise on background checks. And I want to thank Joe Manchin and Pat Toomey for their courage in doing that. That was not easy given their traditional strong support for Second Amendment rights.
As they said, nobody could honestly claim that the package they put together infringed on our Second Amendment rights. All it did was extend the same background check rules that already apply to guns purchased from a dealer to guns purchased at gun shows or over the Internet. So 60 percent of guns are already purchased through a background check system; this would have covered a lot of the guns that are currently outside that system.
Their legislation showed respect for gun owners, and it showed respect for the victims of gun violence. And Gabby Giffords, by the way, is both — she’s a gun owner and a victim of gun violence. She is a Westerner and a moderate. And she supports these background checks.
In fact, even the NRA used to support expanded background checks. The current leader of the NRA used to support these background checks. So while this compromise didn’t contain everything I wanted or everything that these families wanted, it did represent progress. It represented moderation and common sense. That’s why 90 percent of the American people supported it.
But instead of supporting this compromise, the gun lobby and its allies willfully lied about the bill. They claimed that it would create some sort of “big brother” gun registry, even though the bill did the opposite. This legislation, in fact, outlawed any registry. Plain and simple, right there in the text. But that didn’t matter.
And unfortunately, this pattern of spreading untruths about this legislation served a purpose, because those lies upset an intense minority of gun owners, and that in turn intimidated a lot of senators. And I talked to several of these senators over the past few weeks, and they’re all good people. I know all of them were shocked by tragedies like Newtown. And I also understand that they come from states that are strongly pro-gun. And I have consistently said that there are regional differences when it comes to guns, and that both sides have to listen to each other.
But the fact is most of these senators could not offer any good reason why we wouldn’t want to make it harder for criminals and those with severe mental illnesses to buy a gun. There were no coherent arguments as to why we wouldn’t do this. It came down to politics — the worry that that vocal minority of gun owners would come after them in future elections. They worried that the gun lobby would spend a lot of money and paint them as anti-Second Amendment.
And obviously, a lot of Republicans had that fear, but Democrats had that fear, too. And so they caved to the pressure, and they started looking for an excuse — any excuse — to vote “no.”
One common argument I heard was that this legislation wouldn’t prevent all future massacres. And that’s true. As I said from the start, no single piece of legislation can stop every act of violence and evil. We learned that tragically just two days ago. But if action by Congress could have saved one person, one child, a few hundred, a few thousand — if it could have prevented those people from losing their lives to gun violence in the future while preserving our Second Amendment rights, we had an obligation to try.
And this legislation met that test. And too many senators failed theirs.
I’ve heard some say that blocking this step would be a victory. And my question is, a victory for who? A victory for what? All that happened today was the preservation of the loophole that lets dangerous criminals buy guns without a background check. That didn’t make our kids safer. Victory for not doing something that 90 percent of Americans, 80 percent of Republicans, the vast majority of your constituents wanted to get done? It begs the question, who are we here to represent?
I’ve heard folks say that having the families of victims lobby for this legislation was somehow misplaced. “A prop,” somebody called them. “Emotional blackmail,” some outlet said. Are they serious? Do we really think that thousands of families whose lives have been shattered by gun violence don’t have a right to weigh in on this issue? Do we think their emotions, their loss is not relevant to this debate?
So all in all, this was a pretty shameful day for Washington.
But this effort is not over. I want to make it clear to the American people we can still bring about meaningful changes that reduce gun violence, so long as the American people don’t give up on it. Even without Congress, my administration will keep doing everything it can to protect more of our communities. We’re going to address the barriers that prevent states from participating in the existing background check system. We’re going to give law enforcement more information about lost and stolen guns so it can do its job. We’re going to help to put in place emergency plans to protect our children in their schools.
But we can do more if Congress gets its act together. And if this Congress refuses to listen to the American people and pass common-sense gun legislation, then the real impact is going to have to come from the voters.
To all the people who supported this legislation — law enforcement and responsible gun owners, Democrats and Republicans, urban moms, rural hunters, whoever you are — you need to let your representatives in Congress know that you are disappointed, and that if they don’t act this time, you will remember come election time.
To the wide majority of NRA households who supported this legislation, you need to let your leadership and lobbyists in Washington know they didn’t represent your views on this one.
The point is those who care deeply about preventing more and more gun violence will have to be as passionate, and as organized, and as vocal as those who blocked these common-sense steps to help keep our kids safe. Ultimately, you outnumber those who argued the other way. But they’re better organized. They’re better financed. They’ve been at it longer. And they make sure to stay focused on this one issue during election time. And that’s the reason why you can’t have something that 90 percent of Americans support and you can’t get it through the Senate or the House of Representatives.
So to change Washington, you, the American people, are going to have to sustain some passion about this. And when necessary, you’ve got to send the right people to Washington. And that requires strength, and it requires persistence.
And that’s the one thing that these families should have inspired in all of us. I still don’t know how they have been able to muster up the strength to do what they’ve been doing over the last several weeks, last several months.
And I see this as just round one. When Newtown happened, I met with these families and I spoke to the community, and I said, something must be different right now. We’re going to have to change. That’s what the whole country said. Everybody talked about how we were going to change something to make sure this didn’t happen again, just like everybody talked about how we needed to do something after Aurora. Everybody talked about we needed to change something after Tucson.
And I’m assuming that the emotions that we’ve all felt since Newtown, the emotions that we’ve all felt since Tucson and Aurora and Chicago — the pain we share with these families and families all across the country who’ve lost a loved one to gun violence — I’m assuming that’s not a temporary thing. I’m assuming our expressions of grief and our commitment to do something different to prevent these things from happening are not empty words.
I believe we’re going to be able to get this done. Sooner or later, we are going to get this right. The memories of these children demand it. And so do the American people.
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Photo: “Duel at Diablo” 1966
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Hello Senator Jeff Flake ~
In a reply to an e-mail I sent you in regard to gun law, you educated me on S. 480, the NICS Reporting Improvement Act of 2013. Thank you. S. 480 sounds like good gun legislation indeed. However, I wonder, is it enough?
You & I & most everybody support the 2nd Amendment. But part of this amendment entails “a well-regulated militia.” Are we “well regulated” enough when a string of senseless mass murders finally culminates in 20 children & their teachers getting slaughtered in their school by an over-armed citizen? Six-year-old children, 20 of them & their young attractive woman educaters are too many heart-throbs killed, Senator. This cannot be tolerated. Your electoral base, I believe, might be shrinking here.
I, being neither Republican or Democrat but an independent voter, would like to risk a suggestion that you and your fellow Republican senators reach across the aisle & help the Democrats tidy-up their own efforts at common-sense gun regulation ~ and regulate firearms just as severely as privately-owned motor vehicles are regulated via licensing, registration & insurance. I am afraid you will be hounded until a clampdown like this occurs in regards to the ownership & bearing of firearms.
When the Newtown disaster occurred, I was a winter guest in the home of a married couple, one of whom, the wife, is a first-grade teacher. This is probably why I have thought so much about Congress’s recent gun-law efforts. She was pretty wild in her day, but now, as a public-school teacher of lst graders, she works entirely too hard to not have in her domain of labor the back-up of adequate gun regulation & safety.
Thank you, sir, for taking the time to consider my thoughts on this matter.
Respectfully yours ~
Rawclyde!
(e-mailed)
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Photo: Tim McCoy & Bannock Indians 1922
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E-mail April 9, 2013
Dear Rawclyde!
Thank you for contacting me about gun control legislation.
In the wake of the tragic December 2012 school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, there has been a surge in the introduction of congressional legislation attempting to address gun violence. A ban on assault weapons, restrictions on ammunition and magazines, and increased background check requirements have all been proposed.
As you may know, I support the Second Amendment, and I do not believe our society needs more laws restricting gun ownership. What we really need is to do a better job of keeping guns out of the hands of those who should not have them, while ensuring that those who break existing laws are fully prosecuted.
To that end, I do not support universal background checks, which would be extremely costly, create further delays for those eligible to buy guns, and apply to private transfers between family members, friends, neighbors, and even firearms passed down through wills. I do support making the existing background check system more effective in order to keep guns out of the hands of criminals and the mentally ill. For example, many states and federal agencies are not providing the required disqualifying records of individuals barred from buying guns to the federal National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS), which checks the names and records of would-be gun buyers to determine if they may possess a firearm. For this reason, I am an original cosponsor of S. 480, the NICS Reporting Improvement Act of 2013, which would require states and federal agencies to report individuals involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital, those incompetent to stand trial in a criminal case, and those found not guilty by reason of insanity – among others. NICS. S. 480 was introduced by Senator Lindsey Graham (R-SC) on March 6, 2013. The bill has been referred to the Senate Committee on the Judiciary, where it is awaiting further action.
Thank you again for contacting me. Please do not hesitate to do so again in the future. I also encourage you to visit my website, which may be found at flake.senate.gov.
Sincerely,
Jeff Flake
United States Senator
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Photo: Kelo Henderson “Pyramid of the Sun God” 1965
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by Clyde Collins
Caducean
bi-weekly post newspaper
Tripler Army Medical Center Hawaii
(1982)
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Pvt. 2 Donald Duty, inspiration specialist, Poetics Lab, was about to compose a patriotic piece to commemorate July 4, 1776, the birthday of the United States of America.
He carefully placed a library book about the American Revolution inside the Historical Incidentals Incubator, adjusted the temperature, humidity and oxygen, sat back to see what the sophisticated piece of equipment could come up with…
The incubator blew up. Out of it stalked the ghost of Tom Paine, ranting and raving and exuding acrid smoke. Not exactly what Duty expected.
Tom Paine (1737-1809) was the author of “Common Sense” and the “American Crisis Papers,” two poignant pieces of literature that played no small role in convincing many a first American patriot to pick up his weapon and fight for freedom. Now the author’s ghost was pacing about the lab and his tongue was on fire.
“America’s setting out in life, like the rising of a fair morning, was unclouded and promising,” quoth the ghost glaring at Duty. “Her cause was good. Her principles just and liberal. It is not every country (perhaps there is not another in the world) that can boast so fair an origin.”
Duty, awe struck, noticed that the feet of the ghost trudging around in a bluster were not touching the floor…
“Rome, once the proud mistress of the universe, was originally a band of ruffians,” continued the spirit of Paine. “Plunder and rapine made her rich, and her oppression of millions made her great. But America, ah America, need never be ashamed to tell of her own birth.”
A semi-transparent finger pointed at Duty. “Let but a nation conceive rightly of its character, and it will be chastely just in protecting it. None ever began with a fairer character than America, and none but Americans can be under a greater obligation to preserve it.”
“But, but,” said Duty.
“But nothing!” fumed the ghost of Tom Paine. “You have a challenge today, just as we, the first American patriots, had a challenge yesterday. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered. Yet we have this consolation with us that, the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly.”
The smokey phantom changed his tune and winked. “Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods, and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated.”
Dazzled, Duty automatically nodded.
Finished, Paine’s ghost stalked through the wall, circled over TAMC and rode away on a cloud.
The young inspiration specialist picked up his pen, aimed it at a piece of paper. He was writing furiously when his NCOIC walked into the lab, sniffed the air and scowled, “What happened to the historical incidentals incubator, private?”
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Art Work:
Baby Ghost of Paine
http://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/bluebaby/gish-2-character-art-ghost
Ghost of Paine Under A Top Hat
http://quinteroart.deviantart.com/art/HITCHHIKING-GHOST-PHINEAS-130509333
Thru The Wall Paine
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