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While it is true that 911 hurt America to the core that terrible day also awoke a spirit that had been forgotten by most.
We are one nation under God, indivisible...
As the Supreme Court hears arguments for and against the Chicago , IL Gun Ban, I offer you another stellar example of
a letter (written by a Marine), that places the proper perspective on what a gun means to a civilized society.
Read
this eloquent and profound letter and pay close attention to the last paragraph of the letter....
"The Gun Is Civilization"
by Maj. L. Caudill USMC (Ret)
Human beings only have two ways to deal with one another: reason and force. If you want
me to do something for you, you have a choice of either convincing me via argument, or force me to do your bidding under threat
of force. Every human interaction falls into one of those two categories, without exception. Reason or force, that's it.
In a truly moral and civilized society, people exclusively interact through persuasion. Force has no place as a valid
method of social interaction, and the only thing that removes force from the menu is the personal firearm, as paradoxical
as it may sound to some.
When I carry a gun, you cannot deal with me by force. You have to use reason and try to persuade
me, because I have a way to negate your threat or employment of force.
The gun is the only personal weapon that puts
a 100-pound woman on equal footing with a 220-pound mugger, a 75-year old retiree on equal footing with a 19-year old gang
banger, and a single guy on equal footing with a carload of drunk guys with baseball bats. The gun removes the disparity in
physical strength, size, or numbers between a potential attacker and a defender.
There are plenty of people who consider
the gun as the source of bad force equations. These are the people who think that we'd be more civilized if all guns were
removed from society, because a firearm makes it easier for a [armed] mugger to do his job. That, of course, is only true
if the mugger's potential victims are mostly disarmed either by choice or by legislative fiat--it has no validity when most
of a mugger's potential marks are armed.
People who argue for the banning of arms ask for automatic rule by the young,
the strong, and the many, and that's the exact opposite of a civilized society. A mugger, even an armed one, can only make
a successful living in a society where the state has granted him a force monopoly.
Then there's the argument that
the gun makes confrontations lethal that otherwise would only result in injury. This argument is fallacious in several ways.
Without guns involved, confrontations are won by the physically superior party inflicting overwhelming injury on the loser.
People who think that fists, bats, sticks, or stones don't constitute lethal force watch too much TV, where people take
beatings and come out of it with a bloody lip at worst. The fact that the gun makes lethal force easier works solely in favor
of the weaker defender, not the stronger attacker. If both are armed, the field is level.
The gun is the only weapon
that's as lethal in the hands of an octogenarian as it is in the hands of a weight lifter. It simply wouldn't work as well
as a force equalizer if it wasn't both lethal and easily employable.
When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking
for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I
don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would
interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force. It removes force from the equation...
and that's why carrying a gun is a civilized act.
By Maj. L. Caudill USMC (Ret.)
So the greatest civilization
is one where all citizens are equally armed and can only be persuaded, never forced.
On the issue of Illegal Immigration, I am adamant that we owe them (illegals) nothing. One hundred
and fifty years ago, my people (both African and American Indian) would have been treated as criminal if caught on the open
rode in the same area of Virginia I now live. They would have definitely been taken prisoner and most likely beaten
and brutally killed. All this and they were definitely not illegally in the country but very much the opposite as they would
have been most likely slaves. People illegally who were held in bondage to aide America in its growth as a nation with no
reward offered except the freedom that death brings to the oppressed. Today we have some people who scorn the system and come
to America not as guests but as invaders
and criminals. Some pay taxes and most reap the benefits of all who are taxpayers. In addition, the reason they do the crime
does not lesson the crime. I do not wish to chastise the honest legal immigrants who are seeking a better lifestyle and I
do not wish to even harm those who steal their dream. What I want is to hurt those who would hire these people making them
victims of their own greed through fines and other penalties. As far as the illegals are concerned, I would deny them the
benefits that elevate them above the level of a poor American. They should receive no welfare or other tax dollar generated
benefit. There should be no medical services provided to them until they are on their way back to their country of origin.
Lastly, the children of illegals are themselves illegal. There should be no amnesty through birth. It is unfortunate but infants
born to these families deserve no more than the poorest American would have that is honestly nothing!
Nada, niento and nothings is due those who would steal a dream that
so many Americans can never hope to find in their own country.
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WHOEVER
WROTE THIS SHOULD STEP FORWARD AND CLAIM IT!
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TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)
Two thousand
one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive
in heaven
As they pass through
the gate,
Thousands more appear in
wait
A bearded man with
stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets
sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin
shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once
he did
The Newcomer said, "Your
dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green
then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown,
the Maine"
The Newcomer said,
"You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have
to fear.
The Newcomer said,
"We know the rest,
Trust us sir, we've passed
that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom,
in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard
this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang
from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer
knew that this
Meant time had come for
her to say
What was in the hearts
of the five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children
play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang
our songs
Went to church and clipped
coupons
We smiled, we laughed,
we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're
not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't
talk like that!
Look at your country, look
and see
You died for freedom, just
like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and
twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke
and dust
And people working
just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but
not alone
"Look! Blackman,
Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their
fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares,
can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen
haze
The soldiers above
had seen it before
On Iwo
Jima back in '45
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions
on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow -- but I don't
see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and
so many lives
Are suffering now
because of this wrong
But look very closely.
You 're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met
you
All of their lives, they'll
never forget you
Don't you see what
has happened?
Don't you see what you've
done?
You've brought them
together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from
there he led
Three thousand plus heroes,
Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two
thousand one, nine eleven
Author UNKNOWN (What
a shame!) |
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In my world there is good and bad. Sometimes the bad people will win a day. Ultimately the good people must win the war.
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