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The Prez sez ‘stay at home’ one day, the next he says stand outside and protest against staying at home- if you live in Democratic Minnesota, Michigan or Virginia. What is his rationale? Schizophrenia? Appeasing his gung-ho Right? Oh yeah, Right.

Free Dumb.

See them fired-up freedom fighters gathered together,
All Camo-jacketed, NRA patched, cuckoo birds of a feather,
Clutching their precious metal to heart with sweating palms,
All too ready to embrace any cockamamie rallying call to arms.

They all say they’re itchin’ to get right back on the job
But first order of business is mingling with the mob,
Patriotically waving an AR15 or Old Glory overhead,
Idiotically spreading covid 19 amongst the brain dead.

No quietly staying home, these clowns won’t be cowed-
Better off out enjoying the contagious baying of the crowd-
Where’s the fun in being parked up alone fighting off this cough
When you can run wild in the streets raisin’ hell with the safety off?

Texas, a law unto itself; guns, religion, rights, and an Attorney General who makes you get down on your knees and ask ‘Why, in the name of all that’s Holy, why?’

The Arms Of Jesus.

You don’t want to mess with the Lone Star state,
They don’t believe in listening to illiberal debate,
They have faith in a President and God being great,
They stick to their guns, say their piece- and shoot straight

There, their view on life is conservative,
There a God-fearing life you better live,
Where if, for public office you hope to stand
You have to have an NRA permit in your hot hand.

Now, they have an Attorney General, name o’ Ken,
Once a highfalutin lawyer a pric– prince amongst men,
He swears by commandments delivered way back when
Though in Texas ‘Thou shalt not kill’ scrapes in at number ten.

Now good ol’ Ken wants to bring guns into church-
Be like good ol’ times, back at the good ol’ John Birch-
There’s nothing like feeling ones faith being bolstered
Than a pistol pressed to your heart, shoulder holstered.

Soon at church you can sing to Him, do the Mass,
Hope like hell the hymn don’t strain the stained glass,
There, while others pray you must just let the sermon pass,
On alert for an armed invader intruding, ready to cap his ass.

But Kens legislation isn’t the blessing that it seems,
Taking arms into Gods house is taking it to extremes,
Has Ken miss-heard His word, or skipped the Lesson?
Or is he knee deep in the service of Smith and Wesson?

 

©Obbverse

The NRA starts to make some noise and kick back against the young gun control marchers. Maybe they (the NRA) and us feel the tipping tipping point is here?

Backfiring on the NRA.

Trust the NRA to dampen the kids carnival atmosphere,
Those noisy kids LaPierre doesn’t want to see nor hear,
Why can’t they hold the Second Amendment dear?
Why can’t they forget their poor start to their year
And, like the NRA take time… for the smoke to clear?
Wayne wishes these protesters would just quietly disappear.

As the kids say, Mr LaPierre- blow it out your rear.

And so, what did we learn at school yesterday?

Second Sight.

What hunter, in the name of heaven
Goes out a ‘hunting with an AK47?

What sportsman, in the name of Jesus Joseph and Mary
Needs more firepower than a bloody mercenary?

Who, in the name of Gods ever forgiving son
Needs something of the caliber of a Gatling gun?

Just ’cause you’ve a Second Amendment don’t mean you cain’t
Think a little like Solomon and use common sense and restraint?

But asking the NRA for any kind of control is wildly optimistic,
Mention that and those butt-heads are apt to go postal ballistic.