Thursday, August 23, 2007

A Gun Control Poem

A match, a knife, a stone, a stick;
A car, a rope, a spike, a brick,
With these, crimes happen every day;
But only guns we take away.
Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, Mao;
All confiscated guns somehow.
Thus suppressed, their people fled
Or joined 100 million dead.


It has become known that the murder rate in the old Soviet Union was 4 times that of the US, despite or because of the stiff gun control laws in the old Soviet Union.

Of course the high murder rates in Washington, D.C. have won that city the opposite of fame.

When someone begins to advocate Gun Control, you have to ask, do they emulate Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, or Mao?

Or do they just want gun control for you, their slave, set to labor on their Plantation, while they have plenty of guns in the Big House, just to keep you safe, no doubt.


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