The Huffington Post is in a huff about Senator Rand Paul “lending his name and political clout to a gun group’s email campaign that features an image of a rifle pointed at the head of President Barack Obama.” The group: the real NRA. Whoops! Make that the National Association for Gun Rights (NAGR). The cause: the Obama administration’s blockade of Army surplus M1 Garands itching to make the trip from South Korea to your gun safe. [Note: Obama’s Boyz were against it before they were for it before they were against it.] Did Rand Paul’s peeps design this ad? No. Hey, did anyone notice . . .
that the President could grab the Garand’s muzzle and rifle butt Senator Paul’s head? Again, no. But Ladd Everitt, the reality divorced director of communications for The Coalition to Stop Gun Violence, noticed the opportunity to do the gun loon thing while bashing Bush bashers (no really) and wistfully whistling the old Stevie Wonder song You Haven’t Done Nothing . . .
“Death threats against this president are up 400 percent as compared to President Bush,” Everitt said. “We are living today in a supercharged, partisan political climate where threats of violence and violent rhetoric are everywhere, and you would think that anyone — anyone, no matter what their political views or disagreements with this president — would have the common sense and decency to not create a banner image for a conspiracy theory-fueled email that shows a gun pointing directly at [the president’s] head, while simultaneously preaching to folks about some ridiculous Obama gun ban that exists only in a fantasy world.”
To paraphrase Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry in Oliver (the film with the kid who went on to battle Witchy-Poo on H.R. Puffenstuff’s behalf), that’s your fantasy not my fantasy.
And presidential death threats are up 400 percent? Really? I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for post-coital confirmation from the Secret Service. I’m thinking Mr. Everitt has as much talent for making shit up as he does for denying shit exists. In many ways, this guy is a gift. Just sayin’ . . .