Bill of charges at Ace of Spades HQ
Some people are worried about this.
Boys and girls,
Mercenaries always know two things, which for them, are the Prime Directives:
You can't collect if you're dead.
You can't collect if the client is dead.
The sort of gun control espoused by Fartacus and his minions violates both those core tenets, with rapidity and certainty, which is why the enthusiasm for such horseshit runs at a steady and exact 0%, even in Chicongo, NYFC, Bahstun, Detroitistan, and San Franshitsco, to this very day, and always will, especially amongst the JBTs voted Most Likely To Get Shot In The Face For Trying It.
The life expectancy for anyone enforcing Fartacus’ fever-swamp dreams of ass-raping the Bill of Rights would be measured in seconds after the third or fourth outing.
By Tuesday noon, they’d be out of not only cops, but troops too.
And when the pendulum swings the other way, Madame Guillotine rules for the rest of that month. Then Fartacus would end up hanging on a crossbar just like his cinematic namesake. History and the survivors alike would laugh at the irony.
The thought of 20M Dorners would make runny shit run down half the trouser legs in police HQs from coast to coast.
The other half would likely be on Team Dorner, especially the farther out in the countryside of flyover territory you got from libtard bastions.
Never. Going. To. Happen.
And if ever foolishly started, over in about an hour, due to lack of interest by the survivors.
This nonsense is just red meat for the 60-IQ base.
While Fartacus would like to enact his moronic fantasy slate, there are still enough old pols in the DNC that remember the debacle of 1994, and what caused it, so it’s never going to happen again.
The Uniparty in DC knows promises are for the idiots, never meant to be kept. Keeping them is what happens in Venezuela, and also why it is what it is today.
But even making them should still be grounds for that final tumbrel cart ride for the perpetrators. The only good thing is that they’ve dropped forever all pretense of “we’re not coming for your guns”, and are now enthusiastically stating that’s exacty what they’re about.
Call that toss in the air.
This is just Fartacus, setting himself on fire politically, to draw some pittance of a crowd, before he's predictably primaryed out, along with 15 other political dwarf lackwits.
Daniel Patrick Moynihan called out this sort of nonsense out way back in 1991 B.C. (Before Clinton), in calling Lying Bill's used-car salesman populism "boob bait for the bubbas". DPM nailed that in one.
Fartacus is polling at what now, 3%?
There are only three actual contenders at this point:
Commie Sanders, heir to 100 years of failed state-run communism.
Gropey Joe, eight year heir to HopeyDopey.
Shrillary Not-Running-Yet Cankles, 40-year heir to the Clinton Family Crime Syndicate.
(And one more gin-soaked face plant in public, and she's done forever.)
The rest of the clowns in that Volkswagen are just there to fill out check-boxes on the Diversity Bean Card.
One of the others, maybe two, may make it to the semi-finals.
Stop worrying. It's too early.
Stock up on beverages, chips, and popcorn.