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               I'm So Frustrated 

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I’m so frustrated. I’d like to ban semi-automatic weapons with bump stocks. The flamethrower attachments would have to go, as well. While I’m at it, I’d like to ban radical Islam. I mean, damn near every day, some radical Muslim kills people in these here United States. Maybe it’s only one, like the man who went to his job and began sawing off the head of a 60-year-old female employee, while shouting Allahu Akbar. Or, it might be the guy driving a car into a crowd, killing 9 people, while shouting Allahu Akbar. How about the guy who killed 49 people and wounded another 50 in a gay bar in Orlando while shouting Allahu Akbar? Believe me, I could go on and on.

In some cases—such as the Orlando mass-massacre—what was clearly a case of radical Islamic terror, was spun into a case for gun control. And, for purely political purposes.

Maybe, both things need banning? But neither were. Because need has got nothing to do with it.

​The usual excuse works something like this; the 2nd amendment isn’t about recreational shooting or hunting—and that is correct. It was intended to ensure that “The People,” had the freedom to protect themselves from a tyrannical government. However, different localities within the U.S., used various restrictions on the 2nd amendment, almost from the beginning. These restrictions were determined on a state by state basis, not as the result of a centralized government, though.


Likewise, immigration is not now, nor has it ever been, about “Diversity” or kindness to strangers. Diversity is not our strength, unity is. Any football coach could tell you that much. Of course, choosing from a diverse range of athletes makes for a much stronger team, but that’s about freedom. Diversity is the outgrowth of the freedom to choose who you wish to play with and compete against, not its cause. This distinction is important. However, if the team is not unified as one, with one central goal—defeating the opposition—they will quickly lose, every last one of them.

The form these arguments take are essentially the same, rally the troops around a cause, armed with slogans, and tell them that the opposition is really the enemy, to be beaten back, for the sake of America. This is a willful distraction—and The People quickly get lost in a maze of talking points, while the issue at hand fades into obscurity, as The People tire of the constant bickering.

This leaves me with a few questions; do we really need bump-stocks, which turn semi-automatic weapons into automatic ones? And, similarly, in a world with 7 billion people, why do we need to import mostly poor, nominally educated Muslims from Islamic Jihadist hellholes?

If your answer is because we caused these places to be Jihadist hellholes, therefore we have an obligation to their citizens, I’ll kindly ask; Who do you mean when you say "We?” And, if you persist in letting Islamic radicals into the country, in the name of “Diversity,” I’ll keep my semi-automatic, thank you—and we can let the chips fall where they may.

Mark Magula