SandyHookBookAlright, I’ll play along. Yes, I own an assault rifle and it is my right to own the assault rifle, the assault pistol, the assault slingshot, the assault knife and my most prized possession – the assault keyboard. The 2nd Amendment recognizes my God given right to my assault rifle as the 1st amendment recognizes my right to my assault tongue, my assault pen and my assault religion. You should be scared of them, Mr. President. Every would-be tyrant should fear a citizen who is armed with the knowledge, the weapons and the capacity of a free man.

So maybe I’m tired of the semantics. Call me the Eazy E of the gun debate but I embrace the moniker “assault weapon” as Eazy, Dre and Ice-cube embraced the N-word in N.W.A.; as my forefathers in Antioch embraced the Roman slur “Christian.” There are those who would run from the term “assault weapon” because they know that leftist demagogues use the term to frighten low information soccer moms. I don’t run from it; I embrace it. I won’t pretend that I need a 10 round magazine to shoot a deer or even to protect my crib. I need it to shoot the bastard or the tyrant who would have me in chains or try to take my guns (see previous column).

The full version of this column is now only available in Doug Giles’ book, “Sandy Hook Massacre: When Seconds Count, The Police Are Minutes Away”.