When Wayne LaPierre, the head of the National Rifle Association, hugs his loved ones at night he says a prayer: “Please keep them safe.” And he means it.
And he's a goddamned hypocrite.
When Wayne LaPierre hugs his loved ones at night he says a prayer: “Please keep them safe.” And he means it.
And he's a goddamned hypocrite.
He knows that it's only a matter of time before a few dozen more Americans are killed by some maniac with the same dopey James Holmes look in his eyes. Wayne LaPierre prays “Please keep them safe” for his loved ones, because he is counting on the odds, which are good, that his loved ones will not be in the same place as the next maniac with legally acquired assault weapons and ammunition when he begins to shoot. He's banking on that.
He knows that if his loved ones were killed by an assault weapon, he'd have a big decision to make: “How do I play this? My child has died. If I say the wrong words I will lose my beautiful thing here at the NRA, the seven figure income, the power over politicians, over congress. How do I play this?”
Wayne LaPierre prays that his children or grandchildren never get hit by bullets out of an assault rifle – we all want our loved ones to be The Safe Ones. But unlike you and me, as long as his loved ones go unharmed – and I hope they go unharmed – he stands shoulder to shoulder with each maniac who sprays a thousand bullets into a movie theater, or on a college campus or shopping mall.
Wayne LaPierre, and frankly every American who defends their "right" to own assault weapons, should write a note to James Holmes thanking him for not killing their own loved ones, for killing someone else's loved ones instead. For not forcing them to rethink their cherished position on assault weapons.
Lovers of assault weapons righteously quote the Constitution: “A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.”
Great. And exactly which well-regulated militia do you belong to?
I think I know.
They're all in the James Holmes Militia. It's not even slightly regulated, but they stand with that bastard, shoulder to shoulder, even now as they pray that their own loved ones aren't the ones in the line of fire of the next maniac whose right to bear assault weapons they defend so fecklessly.