The shooting in Aurora, Colorado
early Thursday morning is disturbing for reasons beyond any sort of fragility
or vulnerability attached to shooter or victims. It is disturbing beyond the tendril implications it holds
for the rest of us trying to live a peaceful day to day. From what I’ve read
the shooter appears to have been groomed and/or connected possibly to government agencies. This seems plausible given his weird
surrender and his booby-trapped apartment dwelling. Who shoots that many people
and then goes docile enough confess his sins before further bloodshed?
The shooting is disturbing because
it immediately presents as a false flag to turn public opinion against small
arms ownership.
The New York Times writes: “The authorities said that in
the last 60 days, Mr. Holmes had legally purchased four guns at local gun shops
— an AR-15 assault rifle, two Glock .40-caliber handguns and a Remington
12-gauge shotgun — and acquired through the Internet more than 6,000 rounds of
assorted ammunition.”
Note that word legally. This is a lead in for an
associated article with a picture of Columbine memorial crosses: Colorado Gun Laws Remain Lax, Despite Some
Changes. They are telling us a story about a crazy kid that used “normal guns”
to slaughter a bunch of innocent people. The implication, straw dog that it is,
is that if gun laws were tighter, lives would have been saved. The masses moved
to mindless sentimental drivel are ready to give up their Second Amendment
rights to prevent another one of these horrible incidents.
But the shooting in Aurora isn’t about lax
gun laws. It’s about sociopathic behavior, at best, and an orchestrated
conspiracy, at worst. If a crazy wants to make a mess, it will do so by any
means its psychotic creativity will allow. Destroying our constitutional right
to bear arms won’t make crazy stop. Crazy is cultural, social, nutritional, and
genetic. Guns don’t make crazy.
On facebook in the PM after the incident, a friend of
mine posted about her fear of going to see the movie. I commented that I’m not
afraid because I carry. Well… I’m not afraid, and I carry… To which a gaggle of
liberal witches spewing New Age bullshit about the Law of Attraction surrounded
me and tried to burn me at the stake. Their logic was irrefutable as it was
stupid, and so I left it alone.
But really? Now I’ve got both social and
spiritual reasons to walk around vulnerable. Or maybe that’s just a vibe I’m
putting off that will eventually attract a bullet. Be it karma or chaos that’s
coming for me, you better believe I’ve got one in the chamber waiting for it.
So I went to see The Dark Knight Rises today, and I kept my Glock 23 and her lucky 13 babies real close throughout the movie – not out of fear, but on
principle. I sat there amongst all those families, with the assured confidence
that if some copycat crazy walked in, I could save a few lives.
However, the real assault came off the
screen. The Dark Knight Rises is a perfect propaganda piece, and having seen
it, I’m really inclined to believe the conspiracy theories emerging around the
Aurora shooting. I won’t spoil the plot, but the film associates the Occupy
movement with terrorists and paints them as reminiscent of French
revolutionaries, replete with a corrupt court system for unjustly trying the
rich. Bruce Wayne demonstrates that money trumps the law, and his fortune
supported vigilantism frees the cops, stops the terrorists, and
restores order to the anarchy that Gotham residents have created left to their
own devices. The Batman controls the tap on justice, and the idiot throngs love him for it. They even build an
idol for him in honor of his immense sacrifices.
The audience applauded as the end credits
rolled, and I walked out of a Saturday matinee into a thunderstorm. As I drove
away Stone Temple Pilots played their Interstate Love Song on my radio.
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