“On behalf of a grateful nation, the President does hereby award our highest honor for conspicuous judgement, monumental tolerance and inspiring compassion at the continuance of life above and beyond the call of duty. This recipient, did hereby run from danger, allowing the slowest among them to be slaughtered by very bad people. It is in this recipient where our nation places our hope and respect.”
Am I the only one out there getting sick and tired of watching thousands of people running from one man with a bomb or one man with a gun? If I am, then things are worse off than I thought. Historically, men don’t run from danger; they run toward danger. The ones who run from danger rather than stand and fight are supposed to be called cowards. This should especially be true when children are in danger.
Now, I’m not talking about the recent suicide bomber in Manchester, because England is already a hopeless nation of sheep who have lost their way with Little Bo Peep as their protector. I’m talking to you, America. So, answer the question, not to me, but to yourself. “Are you sick and tired of terrorists walking from one cowering victim to the next, and shooting them in the head?”
Some people say that discretion is the better part of valor, and in many cases I agree with that wisdom. However, I suspect that many cowards use that saying to hide behind. Think about it this way. How will history judge your actions? Right now our world is going through the age of narcissism, where selfishness is the order of the day and shallow thinking is highly regarded — but this too shall pass. It has never been like this before, and it will not remain so forever. In due time, societal thinking will return to sanity where the brave are honored, where they sing songs to those who die in defense of others, and where heroes’ names are inscribed on monuments and their tales told around campfires in hushed tones and reverence.
“Do I want to die?” No, of course not. Am I going to die? Absolutely! Here’s an amazing statistic – “one out of one people will die at some point in their life.” So, here’s what I say, give your life some meaning – and give your death some purpose. We do not honor the selfish. We do not issue praise and gratitude to the greatest cowards among us. We scoff at them and we disdain them.
Here’s the plan, folks. Get some good safety, tactical and firearms training along with a reliable gun. Practice and train. Be ready to answer the call. When Joey Jihad begins running down innocent civilians on the sidewalk, shoot out the windshield. When Tommy Terrorist starts shooting in a mall, aim for the center of his face and blow his damn head off! When Gary Gangbanger starts beating on a helpless little old lady, stomping her head into the ground, pull out your semi-auto and rapid fire the center of exposed mass.
Oh, and one other thing: if you live in a state where you’ve been disarmed for evil’s convenience, then now is the time to move. Because it’s not going to get any better folks. In fact, it is, and will continue to get worse until people like you and I stand up, take some names and kick some ass. And remember, suicide bombers get a head shot, all others rapid fire center of exposed mass until the threat stops. There is no bag limit on terrorists, and I promise not to judge you harshly for saving innocent life.
And for all of you out there who are now shocked and appalled at the coarseness of my words, then I do hereby award you the Congressional Medal of Dishonor. You deserve it – and may God have mercy on your sorry-assed, despicable and cowardly soul.