THE LIBERTARIAN ENTERPRISE
Number 826, June 21, 2015
When you need help in seconds
the cops are minutes away
Attribute to L. Neil Smith's The Libertarian Enterprise
For at least the fiftieth time in his grimy post-presidential speechmaking "career", William Jefferson Blythe Clinton, whom we all know and love as "Waco Willie", has been paid, no doubt outrageously, to advocate publicly, a government policy of cultural genocide, a sort of "ethic cleansing" of anybody who clings to the first ten amendments of the Constitution. I would offer you the date, which was around last week, but it has been conveniently disappeared from the Internet.
"We can't live", air-puked what I once innocently believed was the worst president the Land of the Fee and the Home of the Slave would ever have, "in a culture where everybody has a gun." It was a little party-piece he's been perfecting for over a decade. The truth, of course, is that, historically, without private, individualized, unsupervised ownership of deadly weapons, civilization as we know it, at the hands of various kings, Kaisers, Emperors, Fuehrers, ersatz Czars, and commissars, would long since have vanished from this planet.
Just ask the Swiss.
In fact, to this correspondent, the deepest mystery is why the undisputedly scummiest, most dissolute ruler this country has ever suffered under—epoxied in unholy wedlock to the most corrupt bribery sponge in America—believes he has anything to lecture the productive class about, morally speaking. This is the same banana who, whenever the domestic (and domesticated) media began publishing stories about his sex life—including the very shape of his dangle— dropped high explosives—"Bimbo bombings"—on foreign medicine factories.
I suppose we (and large swaths of the Third World) can feel grateful that current White House emissions are limited only to small white spheres, fired off, from time to time, with a high-quality driver.
It shouldn't really surprise anybody, that neither of these parasites knows who his father was. Both of their mothers were of dubious reputation. One mom was a disciple of a violent, anti-capitalist academic revolutionary; I don't really know which one that was. Both married shrewish young women it's hard to look at for very long. People always want an exemption for Gennifer Flowers, and I'll gladly and gallantly grant it. (If I was the Phirst Philanderer, I'd be more interested in Scarlett Johansson or Gwyneth Paltrow.) Remember Eddie Haskell? I never see Bill without thinking of him. Remember Steve Urkel?
What I want to say to both of these hypocritical bottom-feeding windbags is this: shut the hell up. Go crawl under a rock, somewhere. You are why this country, once the grandest in the world, is falling to bits. You took the best there was, and made it the worst it could be.
I call particular attention to your recent remarks about private firearms ownership. Self-serving tripe. What I have seen of other politicians of the same sentiment, would make me afraid if I didn't already possess a gun, and know—at a championship level—how use it. You are a proven liar and a thief. I don't believe your reassurances, I don't trust your reassurances, and neither should anyone who wants to retain their lives and some of what they have earned. Nobody else I know of believes you, either, which is why, whenever you speak about guns, thousands more change hands. You are the second best gun salesman in America. Barack Hussein Obama is the first.
Decades ago, I would have advised you: shut up about gun laws, repeal those that exist, fully monetize gold and silver by weight. Cut taxes to 1/100 of what they are.That's all it would take to transform America into the New Atlantis again. I advise you to shut up and go away.
You'll become a cultural hero like no other.
And you can finally get that infection looked at.
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