Gun Control Is Mind Control.

If I Were Osama, And The United States Government Were Actually Looking For Me, I'd Be Clean-shaven By Now, Crewcutted, Wearing Jeans And A Zz Top T-shirt, And Living In A Nice Little House In Lincoln, Nebraska.

People - Pardon Me, Journalists And Politicians - Have Often Accused Me Of Believing That I'm Above The Law. And Yet, Who Isn't? Everywhere You Prod It, Even With The Shortest Stick, The Established System Isn't Simply Corrupt, It's Unequivocally Putrescent. The Law Is Created By Demonstrable Criminals, Enforced By Demonstrable, Interpreted By Demonstrable Criminals, All For Demonstrably Criminal Purposes. Of Course I'm Above The Law. And So Are You.

Taxes Are A Barbaric Remnant Of Ancient Times In Which Early Farmers, Tied To The Land, No Longer Able To Roam Freely, Unable To Fight Back With Awkward Agricultural Tools The Way They Once Could With Hunting Implements, Became Victims, First, Of Itinerant Plunderers, Then Of Bandits Settling Down Beside Them To Become The Governments We Know Today.

Worse Than Thieves, Murderers, Or Cannibals, Those Who Offer Compromise Slow You And Sap Your Vitality While Pretending To Be Your Friends. They Are Not Your Friends. Compromisers Are The Enemies Of All Humanity, The Enemies Of Life Itself. Compromisers Are The Enemies Of Everything Important, Sacred, And True.

Thanks To Guys Like Boss Tweed, Famous For Saying, 'i Don't Give A Damn Who Does The Voting, As Long As I Do The Nominating,' There Hasn't Been An Honest Election In The Usa Since Sometime Around The War Between The States.