Guns! Jesus, they’ve got guns!

Chick with a gun!
Hot Chick with a Gun!

It matters not what liberal politicians say to belittle gun owners, we as Americans have the right to bear arms. And by “bear arms,” I mean own guns. The right to own guns in America is by design!

Since 1791, the first ten amendments of our Constitution (also known as the Bill of Rights) have provided Americans their natural right, limited the government, and gave power to the states and their people. These rights include freedom of speech, press, religion, and assembly (I); prohibition of cruel and unusual punishment (VIII); protection from illegal search and seizure (IV); and a speedy trial by an impartial jury (VI) to name a few. These and other rights are granted for life to all Americans!

Throughout the 20th and early 21st centuries, though — and in direct violation of the Articles II and VI of the Constitution of the United States — a horde of tyrants posing as Congressmen, Senators, and Presidents have been purposely violating their oath to support and defend the Constitution. Every politician makes this pledge before they take office. The problem is, many of these so-called “public servants” seem to think they don’t have to support and defend the entire Constitution, just the parts in which they agree. The actual number of gun laws passed on the Federal, State and Local level is debatable. Let’s just say there’s thousands! And every one of the bloviating shit bags that voted these laws in should be strung up by their toenails and beat across their small-minded skulls with the stock of an AR-15. Or at the very least, have large-print copies of Obamacare thrown at their reproductive organs.

The Amendment that really tosses a shovelful of beach sand in their panties is the Second, which states: “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.” They despise that America’s proletariat has the right to own weaponry. Every time there’s a senseless gun crime, or mass shooting at a school or shopping center, they try like hell to restrict gun ownership. These traitorous bastards feel they must climb upon their soapbox and espouse “gun control” for the safety of all Americans. Unfortunately for all us law-abiding Americans, these anti-gun doucheketeer politicians don’t realize restricting guns doesn’t reduce crime. The 1994 Federal assault weapons ban showed little to zero effect on crime. Chicago‘s strict gun laws hasn’t reduced gun-related crime. In fact, it appears gun crime in Chicago has increased. They seem to forget that illegal narcotics are completely, 100% banned, yet there are millions of American’s addicted to heroin, cocaine, crack, ad nauseam. How are all those drug laws working out, Mr. Kiki? Oh yeah, sorry…

Anti-gun proponents falsely claim that a gun in a house is 43 times more likely to kill a family member than an intruder. In their best whiny-little-bitch voice, they say, “You’re safer in a gun-free home.” That statement is based on a flawed study by some shithead doctor in 1986. Further research proves that a gun in your house is 300 to 500 percent more likely to help stop a crime than to commit one. Here’s an idea for all you anti-gun nuts out there: if you feel a gun — or even the idea of a gun — in your house doesn’t keep you safe, put a sign on your front yard (like this one) that states you don’t own a gun. Then talk to me about how safe you feel.

Opponents of guns and the freedom to own them say the Second Amendment is outdated. In their liberal sandy vagina voices, they say, “Back in the 1700s, there were no police forces or armies, so there was a need for militias. Now that we have police and an Army, there’s no reason to own a gun, or to form militias.”

Jesus Christ! Did they forget their history lessons? The “Redcoats” weren’t an indigenous people; that was the redskins. The Redcoats were member of the British Army. They were sent to America by the King of England to control “their” colony and “their” people. England was using her armies to compel us (the colonists) to observe her tyrannical rule. The Crown was taxing everything, and changing the rules (sound familiar?) Luckily, our Forefathers were strong enough to win the Revolutionary War against the greatest Superpower at the time… and they did it with guns!

The founders were wicked smart, too. Before the Interwebs made us all lazy, there used to be these things call “books” that our Forefathers used to read and write. After reading history books, they realized governments throughout history used the weapons held by their police forces and armies to oppress their people far more frequently than they defended them. In perhaps the greatest example of “know your history or be doomed to repeat it,” the Founders granted all American’s the right to have guns and form well-regulated militias in order to prevent a government from oppressing its people. Fucking genius!

And if you’re one of those rusty sheriff’s badges that believe “well-regulated” means “rules and regulations,” you’re as stupid as that definition. “Well-regulated” really means “properly functioning.” It doesn’t have anything to do with defining laws for a militia or gun control. The same holds true for the definition of the word “militia.” A militia is not the National Guard of a State. The National Guard is an “army” controlled by a state government. A State government is a smaller version of the Federal government. No, the Militia the Founders are talking about is a group of able-bodied citizens of We the People. Random House dictionary defines “militia” as a noun, and the fourth definition reads, “a body of citizens organized in a paramilitary group and typically regarding themselves as defenders of individual rights against the presumed interference of the federal government.”

Indeed, the intent of the Second Amendment is not to protect hunting, shooting sports, collectors, personal security, or political aspirations. It is to empower the governed to overthrow the government should it become tyrannical. There is no doubt as to this intent, and any argument to the contrary betrays an overwhelming ignorance of any person making the argument. Without guns — and bullets, lots of bullets — We the People can no longer defend ourselves: neither from tyrants in government, nor terrorists, nor street thugs. Sadly, the line distinguishing these entities has become quite blurred.

Zero-tolerance and gun political correctness

In the wake of Colombine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook — hell, any mass school shooting — almost all schools have enacted zero-tolerance rules regarding guns. Now, I understand policies regarding possession of weapons on school property. As a kid, you have to a special kind of stupid to bring a gun to a school. Most children haven’t been trained or follow safety procedures when it comes to firearms. However, the trend of suspending kids for making a “gun gesture” with an out-stretched index finger, a pencil, a Hello Kitty bubble maker, or even a Pop-Tart has reach comical status.

If the sight of some classmate’s Hello Kitty bubble gun turns your asthmatic, snot-nosed offspring into a 37-inch-tall quivering labia, then you’re the problem! You turned your kid into a giant pussy! Seriously, did that Josh Welch kid get suspended from school for making a gun, or Idaho from that Pop-Tart? What kid is afraid of a goddamn pastry? Or soap bubble for that matter? It appears that the only way to change these stupid zero-tolerance laws is to keep embarrassing the school districts that enforce them.

Keeping with the outlandishly retarded policy of banning things that cause harm, I think we need to ban “pointing” since it looks a lot like finger guns. Even our President is guilty of traumatizing thousands of innocent school shooting survivors by making finger guns at every public appearance he makes. Even Uncle Sam and Bill O’Reilly is guilty of pointing a “gun” at children.

I say we ban Justin Beiber, since he harms so many fragile ears with the horrible noise that escapes his face. No? I guess we’re hypocrites. Pass the bullets.

When will the madness end!?

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Blood Center & Capital One Hates Me

Blood Drop giving the finger
Blood Drop giving the finger

I have issues with donating blood and the credit card Capital One to discuss today. I’ll start with the blood center and finish up with Capital One.

I went to donate blood today, and the vampires at Puget Sound Blood Center didn’t want it. They’ve placed me on permanent deferral, which is a polite way of saying, “Get your Goddamn nasty-ass hemoglobins away from our blood drive!”

I’ve been shunned! I asked the little old lady behind the laptop computer why I was permanently deferred. She didn’t have that information on her screen — privacy bullshit and all — but said it’s probably due to a blood disease.

It was like Granny kicked me swiftly in my scrotal area with her sensible orthopaedic shoe. She handed me a slip of paper with a phone number, URL, and QR code, and told me to call the main office to find out why I was on the “Typhoid Mary Blood List.” I flipped them all the finger — after I turned the corner and they couldn’t see — as I did the walk of shame back to my truck, where I made the call to Vampire HQ.

When I called Blood Drainer Tech Support, they couldn’t find me in their system. Failing after asking my name, then my birth date, I finally offered the barcode number on my donor card. Yes, donor card. I’ve donated blood several times before without problem. Whatever.

Bingo! Lestat was able to find my bloody record from the barcode I gave him. He proceeded to tell me there are new Obamacare rules that went into effect in August 2012. Great! Fucking Obama has been screwing up my shit since 2009. His new rules affected the “disease” I have, and the Blood Center can no longer accept my donations.

If you’ve read the drivel on this blog before, you may recall that my Asian Blood Doctor determined that my body produces too many red blood cells to compensate for low oxygen levels thanks to asthma. The disease is called secondary polycythemia, because of my asthma. While there is a name associated with the condition, in my opinion it shouldn’t be called a disease. I mean, it’s just red blood cells! The Donation Vampires like red blood cells, right? It’s not like I have some über infectious strain of monkey AIDS.

So, after all this, HgHQ told me if I can get a note from my doctor, they could my draw blood for “therapeutic purposes.” Therapeutic. Yeah, they’ll take the blood and incinerate it, but they don’t want my hemogravy for saving lives. And to give them that pleasure, I have to get a permission slip from my doctor. You’d think I was 12 years old going on a field trip to the plane’arium. I didn’t ask, but I’ll bet since they’re not getting “paid” any “blood money,” it’ll cost me something. I guaran-goddamn-tee it.

Capital One can eat a bloody horse c 

I hate the monthly bill paying ritual. I find it to be an unnecessary chore that irritates every month. Every. Goddamned. Month. So, to avoid the isochronal minutiae of paying bills, I use Bill Pay at my bank. After setting up my biller accounts, all my bills are paid automatically by my bank, with little to no interaction from me. Credit cards, call phone, cable and Internet, web hosting, auto insurance, truck payment, even rent, is paid automatically. The only exception is the electric bill, since the amount owed changes more than women change their minds. Most bills I don’t even open, and that’s probably a mistake on my part.

Last week, I got two pieces of mail from Capital One; my monthly statement, and a reminder letter. I opened the statement, and it showed I owed $201 and I had missed two payments. What in the deep fried hell?! I know I didn’t miss any payments. I saw the Capital One deductions come out of my bank account. I checked my online ledger, and sure enough, I made a payment on or around the 10th of every month since September 2012… except December, where I made manual a payment on the 20th. Well, Merry Christmas Jim. That payment, a week late, garnered my account a $35 late fee. Asshats. I’ve been a customer since 2006 with no late payments, and I always paid more than my minimum due. Not a lot more, but it’s always more than minimum. But make one late payment around Christmas time, and they fuck you with a late fee. Hello, Discover Card?

Then in January, the lovely membership fee of $50 was added to my account. A “membership fee.” They charge an outrageous amount of interest on my balance each month, then have the cojones to charge me for the privilege to use their card? Who do these people think they are? I imagine Fat Tony D’Amico counting huge piles of cash in a smoke-filled room somewhere in Capital One’s headquarters. Whenever someone’s late, Fat Tony dispatches his caporegime (named Linda) to call deadbeats daily, then add fees and bust some kneecaps. “What’s in your wallet, bitch? Give it to us!”

Don’t forget about the letter I received from Capital One. It was a friendly reminder that I have Payment Protection. That’s right. Payment Protection. Like the mafia’s “protection racket,” Capital One has been charging me 89¢ for every $100 on my balance since 2006. This “protection” saves me from paying my minimum payment in the event of unemployment, long-term illness, disability, alien abduction, or death for up to a year. The alien abduction part might be a stretch.

I called Capital One to take them up on this wonderful insurance that I’ve spent seven years paying. But since I’ve been unemployed for so long, they denied my protection claim. What in the bloody hell, man?! Fat Tony has a sick sense of honor. “Let’s extort protection money for a rainy day, then deny the claim when it’s most needed.”

I can tell you this, Capital One can expect a strongly worded email from Fat Jimmy.