Don’t Let “the Real World” Get in the Way: Guns STILL Kill!

Well, that’s what the Liberal/Progressives would have you believe, anyway. But the rest of us — those of us “grown-ups” living in this real world — we know better, which is why I doubt few if any of us will be surprised by this story:

California gun sales jump; gun injuries, deaths fall

Gun deaths and injuries have dropped sharply in California, even as the number of guns sold in the state has risen, according to new state data.

Dealers sold 600,000 guns in California last year, up from 350,000 in 2002, according to records of sale tallied by the California Attorney General’s office.

During that same period, the number of California hospitalizations due to gun injuries declined from about 4,000 annually to 2,800, a roughly 25 percent drop, according to hospital records collected by the California Department of Public Health.

Firearm-related deaths fell from about 3,200 annually to about 2,800, an 11 percent drop, state health figures show.

Most of the drop in firearm-related injuries and deaths can be explained by a well-documented, nationwide drop in violent crime.

The real world tells us what we conservatives have always known: guns do not cause violence, people cause violence.  In other words: the “grown-ups” were right — again, and the Liberal/Progressives were wrong — AGAIN! Still, the question remains: will the Left EVER grow up?

“If you’re not a liberal at twenty you have no heart, if you’re not a conservative at forty you have no brain.”

–Winston Churchill

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15 thoughts on “Don’t Let “the Real World” Get in the Way: Guns STILL Kill!

  1. Joe, I am at the cabin in northern CA & visited local gun store yesterday to pick up some ammo so we can go target shooting and I have never seen the store so packed. The phone was ringing off the hook too. The store owner told me he believes CA will ban guns in the next few yrs because Dems have a “super majority” in Sacramento, something we have been dreading for years. He is probably right, but I do think even more folks will leave CA if guns are banned here. Rural CA doesn’t have as many sheepie as the cities.

    • Trapp,

      I understand. What worries me most is they are starting to talk about making some of these laws retroactive. When they finally start trying to collect our weapons, they will start the 2nd American Revolution — at least in those places where people still understand liberty, anyway.

      • Absolutely, they could make it retroactive. Believe Prop 30 that just passed is retroactive to January of 2012. Peaceful secession would be better than civil war IMHO.

        • Trapp,

          I agree, but I think Lincoln settled the idea of doing that peacefully. What I am praying for is that, this next time, the military will side with the people and not the tyrants — but I’m not holding my breath. :-(

  2. We live in CA too, Los Angleles to be exact, a gun ban would be devastating here. There are breakins all the time in our neighborhood and we live down the street from a police station. We live in a middle class neighborhood but surrounded by apartments which is where some of the trash lives. Police raids are not uncommon in some of these buildings. They have destroyed this once beautiful state and only continue to do so. They don’t have to live with the poicies they impliment so what do they care.

    • I used to live in CA.

      What are you going to DO about it Michelle ?…..What are the good people of Calif going to do ?…..Just let them take your 2nd Amendment rights away….and then wait and let the Criminals have their way with you all ???

      What are you going to do about it ??

  3. No offense Californians, but your state seldom shows any sort of wisdom or reasonable thought …

    “Los Angeles gave out Ralphs supermarket cards worth up to $100 for handguns, shotguns and rifles, and up to $200 for assault weapons. There was a bit of haggling involved, but the guns were all taken. (Rick Loomis / Los Angeles Times / December 26, 2012)”

    Guns pour in at L.A. buyback events
    Thousands of people line up to exchange guns for supermarket gift cards at the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena and the Van Nuys Masonic Temple.

    Meanwhile back at the ranch …

    When a noise woke an 84-year-old grandmother, she noticed her hall light was on and knew something was awry. The sharp-thinking, independent woman opened a nightstand drawer and quickly grabbed her .38-cal. revolver. “My mind told me to get that gun,” she explained. No sooner had she done so than an intruder appeared at the bedroom door. The woman fired a shot, striking the wall. The intruder ran out the back door, which he had kicked in. (KTVU-TV, Oakland, CA, 03/03/11)

    Very difficult task to defend yourself against the criminal mind with a used up gift card.

  4. I heard that some of the guns that were traded in for those gift cards were broken, I also heard that no questions were asked, so criminals who needed to get rid of a gun because of evidence could turn them in.

    Our state of CA does not show wisdom, your right.

  5. can’t remember where i found this but thought this might fit in,somewhat a long read, but the ending may shock you. but again the way our school systems are brain washing…
    Sundown at Coffin Rock
    by Raymond K. Paden

    The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. **** chainsaw, he thought.

    Behind him, the boy shuffled along, trying to imitate his grandfather, but unable to mimic the silent motion that the old man had learned during countless winter days upon this wooded mountain in pursuit of game. He’s fifteen years old, the old man thought. Plenty old enough to be learning. But that was another time, another America. His mind drifted, and he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy following in the footsteps of his own grandfather, clutching a twelve gauge in his trembling hands as they tracked a wounded whitetail.

    The leg was hurting worse now, and he slowed his pace a bit. Plenty of time. It should have been my own son here with me now, the old man thought sadly. But Jason had no interest, no understanding. He cared for nothing but pounding on the keys of that ****ed computer terminal. He knew nothing about the woods,or where food came from…or freedom. And that’s my fault, isn’t it?

    The old man stopped and held up his hand, motioning for the boy to look. In the small clearing ahead, the deer stood motionless, watching them. It was a scraggly buck, underfed and sickly, but the boy’s eyes lit up with excitement. It had been many years since they had seen even a single whitetail here on the mountain. After the hunting had stopped, the population had exploded. The deer had eaten the mountain almost bare until erosion had become a serious problem in some places. That following winter, three starving does had wandered into the old man’s yard, trying to eat the bark off of his pecan trees, and he had wished the “animal rights” fanatics could have been there then. It was against the law, but old man knew a higher law, and he took an axe into the yard and killed the starving beasts. They did not have the strength to run.

    The buck finally turned and loped away, and they continued down the trail to the river. When they came to the “Big Oak,” the old man turned and pushed through the heavy brush beside the trail and the boy followed, wordlessly. The old man knew that Thomas was curious about their leaving the trail, but the boy had learned to move silently (well, almost) and that meant no talking. When they came to “Coffin Rock,” the old man sat down upon it and motioned for the boy to join him.

    “You see this rock, shaped like a casket?” the old man asked. “Yes sir.” The old man smiled. The boy was respectful and polite. He loved the outdoors, too. Everything a man could ask in a grandson ….or a son.

    “I want you to remember this place, and what I’m about to tell you. A lot of it isn’t going to make any sense to you, but it’s important and one day you’ll understand it well enough. The old man paused. Now that he was here, he didn’t really know where to start.

    “Before you were born,” he began at last, “this country was different. I’ve told you about hunting, about how everybody who obeyed the law could own guns. A man could speak out, anywhere, without worrying about whether he’d get back home or not. School was different, too. A man could send his kids to a church school, or a private school, or even teach them at home. But even in the public schools, they didn’t spend all their time trying to brainwash you like they do at yours now.” The old man paused, and was silent for many minutes. The boy was still, watching a chipmunk scavenging beside a fallen tree below them.

    “Things don’t ever happen all at once, boy. They just sort of sneak up on you. Sure, we knew guns were important; we just didn’t think it would ever happen in America. But we had to do something about crime, they said. It was a crisis. Everything was a crisis! It was a drug crisis, or a terrorism crisis, or street crime, or gang crime. Even a ‘health care’ crisis was an excuse to take away a little more of our rights.” The old man turned to look at his grandson.

    “They ever let you read a thing called the Constitution down there at your school?” The boy solemnly shook his head. “Well, the Fourth Amendment’s still in there. It says there won’t be any unreasonable searches and seizures. It says you’re safe in your own home.” The old man shrugged. “That had to go. It was a crisis! They could kick your door open any time, day or night, and come in with guns blazing if they thought you had drugs …or later,guns. Oh, at first it was just registration –– to keep the guns out of the hands of criminals! But that didn’t work, of course, and then later when they wanted to take ‘em they knew where to look. They banned ‘assault rifles’, and then ‘sniper rifles’, and ‘Saturday night specials.’ Everything you saw on the TV or in the movies was against us. God knows the news people were! And the schools were teaching our kids that nobody needed guns anymore. We tried to take a stand, but we felt like the whole face of our country had changed and we were left outside.”

    “Me and a friend of mine, when we saw what was happening, we came and built a secret place up here on the mountain. A place where we could put our guns until we needed them. We figured some day Americans would remember what it was like to be free, and what kind of price we had to pay for that freedom. So we hid our guns instead of losing them.”

    “One fellow I knew disagreed. He said we ought to use our guns now and stand up to the government. Said that the colonists had fought for their freedom when the British tried to disarm them at Lexington and Concord. Well, he and a lot of others died in what your history books call the ‘Tax Revolt of 2014,’ but son, it wasn’t the revolt that caused the repeal of the Second Amendment like your history book says. The Second Amendment was already gone long before they ever repealed it. The rest of us thought we were doing the right thing by waiting. I hope to God we were right.”

    “You see, Thomas. It isn’t government that makes a man free. In the end, governments always do just the opposite. They gobble up freedom like hungry pigs. You have to have laws to keep the worst in men under control, but at the same time the people have to have guns, too, in order to keep the government itself under control. In our country, the people were supposed to be the final authority of the law, but that was a long time ago. Once the guns were gone, there was no reason for those who run the government to give a **** about laws and constitutional rights and such. They just did what they pleased and anyone who spoke out…well, I’m getting ahead of myself.”

    “It took a long time to collect up all the millions of firearms that were in private hands. The government created a whole new agency to see to it. There were rewards for turning your friends in, too. Drug dealers and murderers were set free after two or three years in prison, but possession of a gun would get you mandatory life behind bars with no parole.

    “I don’t know how they found out about me, probably knew I’d been a hunter all those years, or maybe somebody turned me in. They picked me up on suspicion and took me down to the federal building.”

    “Son, those guys did everything they could think of to me. Kept me locked up in this little room for hours, no food, no water. They kept coming in, asking me where the guns were. ‘What guns?’ I said. Whenever I’d doze off, they’d come crashing in, yelling and hollering. I got to where I didn’t know which end was up. I’d say I wanted my lawyer and they’d laugh. ‘Lawyers are for criminals’, they said. ‘You’ll get a lawyer after we get the guns.’ What’s so funny is, I know they thought they were doing the right thing. They were fighting crime!”

    “When I got home I found Ruth sitting in the middle of the living room floor, crying her eyes out. The house was a shambles. While I was down there, they’d come out and took our house apart. Didn’t need a search warrant, they said. National emergency! Gun crisis! Your grandma tried to call our preacher and they ripped the phone off the wall. Told her that they’d go easy on me if she just told them where I kept my guns.” The old man laughed. “She told them to go to hell.” He stared into the distance for a moment as his laughter faded.

    “They wouldn’t tell her about me, where I was or anything, that whole time. She said that she’d thought I was dead. She never got over that day, and she died the next December.”

    “They’ve been watching me ever since, off and on. I guess there’s not much for them to do anymore, now that all the guns are gone. Plenty of time to watch one foolish old man.” He paused. Beside him, the boy stared at the stone beneath his feet.

    “Anyway, I figure that, one day, America will come to her senses. Our men will need those guns and they’ll be ready. We cleaned them and sealed them up good; they’ll last for years. Maybe it won’t be in your lifetime, Thomas. Maybe one day you’ll be sitting here with your son or grandson. Tell him about me, boy. Tell him about the way I said America used to be.” The old man stood, his bad leg shaking unsteadily beneath him.

    “You see the way this stone points? You follow that line one hundred feet down the hill and you’ll find a big round rock. It looks like it’s buried solid, but one man with a good prybar can lift it, and there’s a concrete tunnel right under there that goes back into the hill.”

    The old man stood, watching as the sun eased toward the ridge, coloring the sky and the world red. Below them, the river still splashed among the stones, as it had for a million years. It’s still going, the old man thought. There’ll be someone left to carry on for me when I’m gone. It was harder to walk back. He felt old and purposeless now, and it would be easier, he knew, to give in to that aching heaviness in his left lung that had begun to trouble him more and more. **** cigarettes, he thought. His leg hurt, and the boy silently came up beside him and supported him as they started down the last mile toward the house. How quiet he walks, the old man thought. He’s learned well.

    It was almost dark when the boy walked in. His father looked up from his paper. “Did you and your granddad have a nice walk?”

    “Yes,” the boy answered, opening the refrigerator. “You can call Agent Goodwin tomorrow. Gramps finally showed me where it is.”

  6. Hurricane Katrina, and the next hurricane that hit Galveston & East Texas, EXHIBITED the NEED for and USEFULNESS of, self-loading rifles & pistols during times of DISASTERS and COMPLETE CIVIL BREAKDOWN.

    I have several friends in the law enforcement and emergency management services who volunteered. After they volunteered at those disasters, they explained in meetings, they would never go without needed tools for their safety…

    ALL of them disagreed with the 1994 AWB as it affected the ability for local law enforcement to obtain appropriate self loading rifles & handguns and box magazines.

    Those who deal with the drug cartels have been encountering FULLY AUTOMATIC, MILITARY ARMS, imported from other countries along with the drugs they import illegally.

    This LAW ABIDING DISARMAMENT will do ZERO for crime. But will embolden the Washington TYRANTS and their friends who have been armed by Holder’s “fast and furious” players.

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