“I have never owned a gun,” John Fricke writes at americanthinker.com. “Matter of fact, I have fired a gun a grand total of one time in my life. I shouldered a shotgun out in the north Georgia woods when I was nineteen years old and fired at a milk bottle filled with water as a target. The kick from the gun nearly tore my shoulder off, since I obviously had no clue what I was doing. I have no idea if I came close to hitting that jug. I have never wanted to own a gun.” Until now. Now that the Occupy movement has occupied so much of the mainstream media’s attention, the firerarms-free Fricke feels frightened . . .
I am not overly concerned about any direct confrontation from anyone in any current “Occupy” movement. But I am very concerned about the potential for violence coming from the seed of Occupy.
These elements were emboldened by mostly liberal mayors who allowed that seed to be planted in a park in their town. Rather than immediately enforce laws that would apply to anyone else (like, say, at a Tea Party rally), those mayors played political footsie with the Obama administration and Democrat leadership and allowed this “grassroots movement” to ignite the hoodlums, thugs, gangs, Marxists, and general lowlifes that exists on the far left of our political spectrum. Occupy is made up of and attracted (still does) a violence-seeking mob that sought to exploit a political unwillingness in liberal bastions to forcibly tackle them head-on from the jump.
If Occupy wants to burn liberal inner cities to the ground, a lot of Republicans will simply shake their heads. If Occupy spreads beyond that and seeks to do direct damage to traditional Americans in our communities, then Occupy is going to find out fast that the rules of the past, where people like us relied solely on authorities to defend us, won’t be in effect. I will be blunt. If they want a fight, they had darn well be ready for what punching back looks like. There is a reason “Occupy Cheyenne” didn’t make any real noise. It’s not the cops with tear gas guns that would be the problem — it was the pickup trucks that drive the roads of very conservative southeast Wyoming every day with stickers that say “Hell ya’ that’s a real gun in that gun rack.”
. . . these are unique times. Times when I consider something that I had not really thought of before. It might be time for me to arm myself.
Mr. Fricke may not be alone in this sentiment. If so, it’s time once again to nominate the Great-Uniter-Turned-Class-Warrior Barack Obama as our Gun Salesman of the Year.