Oh, look. The Venezuelans want their guns back.

We pro-gun, pro-second amendment people are on the right side of history. Always have been, always will be. Our Founding Fathers deserve our eternal thanks for their sacrifices and foresight that lets us have gun safes full of weaponry and the ability and knowledge to use them.

And unfortunately, they are proven correct, time and time again. Regardless of how ignorant the left is on the subject and how much they try to belittle us into thinking we don’t need guns, the 2nd Amendment is outdated, and that only duck hunting carries the stamp of approval by politicians…

They’re wrong. Terribly.

https://www.foxnews.com/world/venezuelans-regret-gun-prohibition-we-could-have-defended-ourselves

“Guns would have served as a vital pillar to remaining a free people, or at least able to put up a fight,” Javier Vanegas, 28, a Venezuelan teacher of English now exiled in Ecuador, told Fox News. “The government security forces, at the beginning of this debacle, knew they had no real opposition to their force. Once things were this bad, it was a clear declaration of war against an unarmed population.”

I suppose the Venezuelans are getting tired of prostituting themselves for survival, eating rats and dogs, giving their children away in hopes someone else can care for them, and dying in the streets of starvation and disease.

Oh, and violent crime is at record highs. According to Human Rights Watch, worse than a war zone. (But on the same level as Chicago probably.)

Then there is the 200% inflation this year. Which is a real kick to the groin when your currency drops by 2/3rds of it’s value and pushes the number of people living below the poverty line to more than 90%.

And if that’s not bad enough, Polio is beginning to hit them hard.

Freaking, Polio. Because there is no medical care. There ain’t even Toilet Paper.

Now they wish they could do something about it while ‘President For Life’ Maduro eats $275 steaks, cooked by that mustached guy who dribbles salt off his forearm, and tells his citizens…er…subjects that it’s good for the country to go on a diet and that the average 24lbs lost per Venezuelan is a good thing.

Too bad. Six years ago they voluntarily gave up their firearms. (What few they had.)

So when Maduro is crushing dissidents, there ain’t shit-all most folks can do about it. I suppose that’s because it’s pretty hard to protest when the government uses live bullets instead of rubber ones and you’re so weak you can’t hit swing a baseball bat or throw a rock.

But remember this Venezuelan Badass?

Oscarperez

Oscar Perez.

The high-speed, low-drag, special forces police officer who stole a helicopter, flew it over the Supreme Court building, and strafed it with machine gun fire and grenades? All while flying the flag with 350 Libertad written on it? (That’s the article in their Constitution that gives the people the right to oppose the government.)

Later this guy raided a police department, and stole a couple dozen rifles. (That’s how disarmed they are. Come to America, and we got a dozen AR’s within a ten mile radius for most of the red states.)

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Maduro’s goons tracked him down and killed him after a nine hour siege. With 500 men against 10… one of the ‘terrorists’ being a pregnant woman. During the Siege, he uploaded a video online, covered in blood, stating that they had surrendered but the government wouldn’t stop shooting.

They did, after they made an example out of him.

But that’s socialism. It ain’t free shit. It’s the extreme power of a few over the multitude of weak and defenseless who are at their mercy.

And sometimes it really sucks to be right and watch millions suffer because of the same foolish morons we are co-habituating with in America. The same brainless lemmings who flock to ‘Democratic Socialists’ like Bernie Sanders and ‘Perpetually Stupid’ Ocasio-Cortez in hopes of free health care, forgiven student loans, a minimum living wage, no guns, and no Electoral College or Republicans.

Screw that.

Buy guns. Vote for Freedom. Or eat Dog Meat.

 

 

General ‘Mad Dog’ Mattis would approve…

So this is a thing…

PSA ‘Mad Dog’ Stripped Lower Receiver

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Material: Made from 7075-T6 Aluminum

Finish: Black, Hardcoat Anodized

Caliber: Multi

Fire Selector: “Be Polite” (Safe), “Have A Plan” (Fire), “10,000 Years” (Full-Auto)

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Like must AR owners, I’m pretty sure I’ve enough parts to throw a build together already… but this… This deserves something… neato. I mean, those quotes for the Fire Selector take the cake.

And only $49!!

 

Hero to Zero, in 5 seconds.

Gather around.

It’s embarrassing story time.

Oh yes, so basically, I’m just tired of reading about Kavanaugh and all the stupid lemmings who can’t see a political smear campaign for what it is. The same ones who are tweeting #BelieveSurvivors and not #BelieveDueProcess. Thus, I figured I’d just post something mildly humorous instead of dealing with the foolish masses.

BTW – What exactly does a walk out do? What are you demonstrating? That you don’t want to do your job? Or learn? Because pretty sure, it’s just a meaningless gesture. The world still turns, even though you stand outside under the sky, howling your rage at whatever ridiculousness you misunderstand.

“Oh look at me, I’m going to protest the injustices of the world by going outside and escaping my responsibilities for a few minutes!”

Pfft… What bravery… it’s a glorified smoke break.

But I digress…

Once upon a time, six months ago or so, I went to the gym.

Like I do five or six days a week.

Because I need a big body to defend my big mouth.

At the gym, there’s a large parking lot, steps leading into a smaller parking area and a single, one-way lane for cars to drive around. On the other side of the single lane, is a concrete entrance way to the gym, and a cage for children to the immediate right.

Well, a playground. Same thing.

I’m diddy-bopping along, minding my own business. Probably shaking my BlenderBottle  full of protein powder and water. Getting myself mentally psyched to go pick heavy things up and put them back down again, over and over.

I park, walk up the steps and as I cross the single lane road, a large ball bounces towards me. It was sort of like an inflatable beach ball. I bravely grab it… before a car comes along later and runs it over, or worse, it rolls into the parking lot and under a vehicle.

Little kids cheer. The watchful moms leaning on the fence smile, probably happy that they didn’t have to chase it. (Or because I was showing a lot of leg in my gym shorts.)

Walking triumphantly by the kiddie-cage, I give a big grin, like the hero I am… and chuck the ball in… underhanded.

It bounces and smacks a toddler in the face.

Poor kid goes sprawling backwards into the mulch and immediately begins howling, crying, snotting…

All that happiness that was radiating towards me… just… evaporates.

It got quiet, real quiet.

Everyone is in shock. They are either staring at the crying child, or at me in abject horror, as the ball rolls away. Even the kids swinging on the swings stop to stare.

Everyone… except for the one mom frantically fighting the kiddie-cage lock to get to her… based off everyone’s reactions… mortally wounded child.

I just keep walking inside the gym, trying to not make eye contact. Because I had no idea what to say. I don’t think there are words for such moments.

Then I hid in the bathroom.

Okay, not really. I just worked out longer than normal, hoping everyone would be gone by the time I left. I didn’t want to get worked over in the parking lot by a mob of angry moms.

In the end, everyone was just fine.

I think. I don’t know what happened to that kid. But he looked okay as I walked on by.

Just thought I’d share that today.