Today being the anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, one should expect to hear a lot of fearmongering from the lower circles of our media hell. Getting the jump on the idiocy was perennial pants-pooper Ted Nugent, who excreted a particularly odious rant about a conflagration- the death toll will be more brutal and widespread than all the peace & love dreamers could ever imagine. Ted's answer to everything (except the threat of communism in Indochina) is Guns! Guns! Guns!
Those who carry guns had better gun & ammo up no matter where you go, carrying at least 10 spare mags or 10 spare speedloaders because the allahpukes are confident they will once again methodically slaughter walking cowering whining cryin helpless sitting ducks capable of zero resistance. To gullible naive embarrassing ill prepared targets, there is still time to firepower up ASAP. Head for cover but retain an attentiveness in order to identify the evildoers and dbl tap center mass, then two to the head.
Ted will no doubt be in his bunker, armed to the eyeballs and waiting for the hordes to come over the nearest grassy Texas knoll. Why? Because he's afraid, just like he was when he went through extraordinary (and extraordinarily disgusting) lengths to avoid being shipped to Vietnam.
Me? I'm not afraid. I'll be getting on the subway in the Bronx and going on a three-borough train ride- no guns needed. I'm a New Yorker, like most New Yorkers, I'm just not afraid. Like most New Yorkers, I lost friends to the terrorist attacks thirteen years ago. This anniversary will be marked by melancholy, as it is every year, but I sure as hell won't let it be marked by fear.