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L. Neil Smith's
Number 740, October 6, 2013

What they don't know and can't understand, is that
it is no longer acceptable for the elites to order
"little people's" lives for them. It is time for
the elites to shut the hell up and mind their own
damn business.

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By now, everyone who cares is aware that Barack the Usurper and his henchman Kerry the Unpalatable have been trying to shove a United Nations edict down our throats that would culminate in our complete disarmament.

Happily, the U.S. Senate, which has the final authority in such matters, has so far refused to go along. Ratification of treaties (which is what this mess claims to be) requires a super-majority of two thirds. The vote to try to take our guns away failed, 53 to 46: good news, except that it means 46 Senators were willing to sacrifice American sovereignty to the New World Order, and sell 300 million Americans into chattel slavery to a pack of international thugs and gangsters.

Somebody get a rope.

You see, the leaders of the United Nations, along with certain Supreme Galooties in this government, believe that the planet has become overpopulated, that there are at least ten times as many human beings in the world as there ought to be (I don't know who died and made them Hall Monitor) and that somehow—they never really specify how, but we can make some educated guesses based on history—nine tenths of them, about 6.3 billion individuals, have to be gotten rid of.

Taking away everyone's weapons would be a big step in the desired direction.

The fact is, the human race needs more members, not fewer. The more people, the greater chance of producing another Leonardo, another Gutenberg or Galileo, another Pasteur or Koch, another Edison or Ford, another Jonas Salk or Christiaan Barnard. If there isn't enough room here on Earth (there actually is), park them on the sea floor, the Moon, on Mars, among the asteroids. Everybody has a different idea of the perfect place to live. Most Coloradoans love the mountains. I love the prairie. If the Carlsbad Caverns were opened to modern apartment living tomorrow morning, there would be a waiting list by tomorrow afternoon.

But I digress.

The U.N.'s democidal scheme is called "Agenda 21".

The pseudopod of it presently in question is billed as the "United Nations Arms Trade Treaty". It was excreted by Hillary Clinton, among others, aimed (if you'll pardon the expression) at reducing the number of "small arms" manufactured, transported, sold, and bought around the world. (In my view, this is one thing America is still good at, making and exporting good weapons, and we ought to keep doing it as much as we possibly can.) You will note particularly the emphasis on "small arms". That means rifles, handguns, shotguns, rocket-propelled grenade launchers, genuine assault rifles, and submachine guns—the people's weapons.

The real "Machinery of Freedom".

Sorry, Dave.

Sometimes it becomes important to remember that Americans aren't the only individuals on the globe headed for the U.N.'s Agenda 21 meat-grinder. This small arms treaty of theirs is meant, first and foremost, to prevent popular uprisings against tyrants, great and petty, the only creatures on the planet that the U.N. was created to benefit.

But freedom, it would appear, is in the air. There seems to be a worldwide hankering, just now, for liberty (the definition of which, admittedly, may vary from location to location, but that's what it's supposed to be all about, isn't it?), and the tin-pots of our world, large and small, are so terrified by what's coming down you can smell their fear. Barry the Fatherless, who increasingly rules against the will of the American people, is probably the most frightened of them all.

As he damned well ought to be, having deliberately taken the most prosperous and wealthy civilization in the history of humanity and the world, devastated its economy, as well as the integrity of its constitutional structure, and left it teetering on the brink of civil war. There ought to be an award for the sheer magnitude of such an achievement.

Oh, yeah—they call it the Nobel Prize.

And now this treaty, which, if there were international truth in advertising laws, would be known as the dictators' Perpetuity In Power agreement.

"P.I.P." for short.

In the 1960s, Ayn Rand, who was a fan of Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer novels, was asked to comment on the spy stories that were all the rage at the time. The James Bond books and movies come to mind; they defined the genre. Also, I Spy, Danger Man/Secret Agent (which eventually morphed into The Prisoner), Our Man Flint, Donald Hamilton's Matt Helm stories, and especially The Man from U.N.C.L.E.. There are a great many more, but these will serve as examples.

Rand didn't like them, she said, because they were not dedicated to liberty, justice, or to any other morally worthy objective. In each and every one of them—and she named names and offered examples, demonstrating that she wasn't ignorant of the subject—the goal was simply to maintain the status quo, the balance of power, the current equilibrium, no matter who or how many suffered Soviet or any other atrocities.

The U.N. dictators' Perpetuity In Power agreement is the same idea in action. The document—it isn't really a law—is a transparent instrument of tyranny. It will never accomplish what it was designed to do. Only those who agree with it, or who fear the state, will obey it.


The Zionist Irgun guerrillas built submachine guns in garages, from scraps.

The Hmong of Southeast Asia make shotguns out of water pipe and nails.

Muslim mountain folk from Turkey to the Philippines fashion modern, sophisticated small arms—like the FN-FAL battle rifle and the Makarov pistol—in their laps, using files and other simple hand tools.

I have a barrel for a Tokarev pistol, crafted by hand by the Cao Dai, in Vietnam. It may look the slightest bit cockeyed, but it works perfectly.

I've seen photos of firearms made secretly by prison convicts. In fact that's how we got Marshall Williams' lovely M1 Carbine—look it up.

Just how stupid do the U.N. and their hangers-on and enablers have to be, to believe they can strip the liberty-loving individuals of this planet of what my friend Aaron Zelman used to call their "liberty teeth"?

The trouble is, as with all such "progressive" "humanitarian" legislation, a great many folks on both sides, are going to be injured and killed in a futile attempt to enforce it. The maiming and death of "our boys in blue helmets" will be blamed on "insurgents" (that's you, me, and anybody else determined to defend their own territory), but they'll inarguably be the fault of "our" evil, insane, and idiotic leaders.

I'm not telling them anything new, they know exactly what they're doing. They want America to look just like Beirut, East Berlin, or Carthage. There's unimaginably more political opportunity in a setting like that. Unlike the 9/11 "terrorists" who got fed up with the way western governments routinely rearrange their lives and murder their children, and struck back the only way they could afford, U.N. thugs, molesters of all that's decent and good, really do hate our freedom, and the unprecedented peace, productivity, prosperity, and progress it brings.

They know perfectly well that there's no political opportunity at all in clean, safe streets, or in peace, productivity, prosperity, and progress.

No political opportunity in solved problems.

Like the current President of the United States, like all of his oath-breaking orcs and goblins, the UN detests the American Bill of Rights. They wish to obliterate it and substitute their "Universal Declaration of Human Rights" which, once it is the law of the land, as has happened here and there already, becomes illegal to criticize or question. There is no way to escape it; it can never be repealed. No greater evidence ever existed of "progressive" hypocrisy and arrogance.

Or criminality.

Having taken what should have been a solemn oath "to uphold and defend the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic", having attempted to destroy the only item of the Bill of Rights that declares itself "necessary to the security of a free state," Clinton, Kerry, Obama, and every member of the current administration working with them, are traitors, and ought to be dealt with—legally—as such.

What they don't know and can't understand, is that it is no longer acceptable for the elites to order "little people's" lives for them. It is time for the elites to shut the hell up and mind their own damn business.

Americans have obeyed their last gun law. We must strive to help the elites understand this. Our nation was born in an ill-conceived attempt by its British overlords to deprive us of our guns, The UN is making the same idiotic mistake. It has declared war on the Bill of Rights, and on America, as unequivocally as the Empire of Japan, the Third Reich, Mussolini's Italy, North Korea, the Viet Cong, and Al Quaeda.

Why are they still here?

Why is that building of theirs still standing?

UN insult On the plaza in front of that building, is an obscene sculpture of a ruined Colt Python, a uniquely individual civilian weapon, It stands as an insult to the rights of every single American. If they were really interested in making a statement against war, they'd have tied an M-16 in a knot, or an AK-47. Instead, they have chosen to make a statement openly favoring tyranny. Why hasn't that sculpture been bundled up, sent back to Sweden, and shoved up the sculptor's commie ass?

It is time—it is long past time—to get the United States out of the United Nations, and the United Nations out of the United States.

In Bumperstickerese, that would be: "US out of UN—UN out of US".

Most of us are familiar with Robert Heinlein's maxim, "An armed society is a polite society." A friend of mine signs all his messages with an equally cogent imperative: "Know arms, know peace. No arms, no peace."

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