In this stark reminder of the cruelty
inflicted on the Palestinian by that police state in his ethnic homeland, and
how that happened and continues to happen and looks like it will go on
happening until the End of Days, a New York Jew stood on a New York platform
flanked by a coterie of armed guards a few weeks ago and brazenly announced that
he and his New York Liberals were coming after my guns like they were “settling”
Heartland America, and all of us who live here had suddenly become targets of
his Israeli-style political oppression. The absurdity
of that visual image – and the profound scope of its terrifying arrogance, an
egomaniacal Government despot, protected by gunmen and backed up by God only
knows how many millennia of violence against anyone his twelve warring tribes
ever came into contact with, proclaiming the seizure of our weapons, soon
convinced clearer heads in his anti-American movement to persuade this Judaic fascist
to keep his fool mouth shut and let others take the point on this one, at least
for a while.
And so, on the very same day that a
trailer for Sylvester Stallone’s new movie, Bullet to the Head, pops up
on my already-subjugated TV screen, a former Congressperson who actually got a
bullet to the head maybe two years ago now, announces that it’s she and her
spaceman who’re coming after my guns this week – my guns instead of Bullet
to the Head Stallone’s.
Now, North American movie theater attendance
is running at something like 1.3 billion annually. If Hollywood plugs stone cold dead an average
of 5 extras and supporting actors per featured cinematic presentation, then family
members going to their local multiplexes in the U.S. and Canada witness gunshot
murders 6.5 billion times a year. I
haven’t shot anybody yet. What in the Sam
Hill (WitSH) are they targeting me for?
Seriously people, WitSH? A second film, Arnold Schwarzenegger’s The
Last Stand, was also advertised in my living room at the very same time,
and right behind Sylvester’s too, and while Bullet to the Head brandishes
some impressive handgun action and close-in fisticuffs and what looks like a
totally stellar axe fight - and Stallone’s teaser has this great big bullet looking
like it’s coming at you right between the eyes, just getting bigger and bigger
and bigger, man, Arnold’s latest blockbuster bloodbath features over-the-top
awesome automatic weaponry, kind of galore, I think, and sublimely hard-core automatic
weapon clips, all of it delightfully shiny and so deliciously gun-shop new you
can almost smell the powder fumes steeping in from the firing range out back, and
the cinematography includes these world-class auto crashes, eye-popping full screen
incendiaries, and some even more impressive world-class auto crashes together with eye-popping full screen
incendiaries, owing, in part, to what looks like cutting-edge camera work whenever
autos and auto parts and these giant orange fireball and strobe thingies with
the brilliant white silver streaks that always freak me out, which could be caused
by anything, I guess, except actual, you know, car fuel, come flying overhead
under masterful Hollywood direction.
So who’s the real problem here? Me or Hollywood? Huh?
Who, people, who? Whataya think? Especially with the poster lady for
everything Hollywood has done to desensitize killers to killing and mass murder and, well,
gunshots to the head too, I suppose, now speaking out with her spaceman.
I mean, WitSH? Just WitSH?
People, the score is 6.5 billion to none.
Heh-heh heh, heh-heh heh, heh heh heh
heh heh heh heh heh heh ………. Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s All, Folks.
-
MacDougal Irving, hisself
