|Christmas in Waco, Texas. Is that Pam from The Office?|
|Of course she looks big, she's standing next to Stallone. He's like 5' 6".|
|The Street Sweeper AKA My Unalienable Rights|
|Like this guy, with what I assume is a gun in the waistband. He is in an "urban" neighborhood.|
|Some day, we'll argue over the most pointless topics over something I call, The Clark-web!|
|Tried to find a "pissed off Christian." Google works too well.|
|C: The 70s called, they want your wallpaper back.|
|Nuclear Weapons For Grade Schools, Vote Lex Luthor, 2016!|
|My fists are registered lethal weapons, but I bet he'll take those away too!|
|He has to stare at this image in his condo in Hell for eternity.|
|Raise your hand if you're American. Raise your hand if you're insane, ha! Tricked you!|
|Just asphyxiate ten more seconds than you usually do...|
|Daddy says the real terrorists are here. We agree or we get hit.|
That was sarcasm, but if you’re this far and have missed all my sarcasm, then maybe we should get a foreigner or a talking head newsperson to explain this to you. You’re all obviously listening to them more than you listen to the people who are in charge. Oh yeah, you don’t think they should be telling you what to do either or even care about you; apparently, that's not their job. But you care what decisions they make. Your parents must have had an awful time getting you to do anything, you're so confusing. I think a lot of you could benefit from a couple years in a dictatorship, maybe you’d learn a little humility when your ass got thrown in the stocks for being disrespectful to your rulers. Actually, that sounds awesome, let’s vote in a dictator. You vote for those, right?
|Well, technically there was a vote... he didn't really win it, though...|
|Oh my God, Benjamin, gander at yon Corporal's caboose! It's as grandiose as Franklin's tummy!|
We needed guns for real life protection against the world. We were rebels, we were traitors in the eyes of our mother country and we had just trounced them in a war we shouldn’t have won. They were pissed, so they came back to try again one more time and then we kissed and made up. Now we have our own army. Several of them. Some on land, in the air, on the sea, under the sea! Under the sea! And now that it’s nearly useless for you to own one, you want all the guns! And if not, you want to be traitors again, but instead of being the good guys, the oppressed rebels, you’re just backwoods idiots who have had it too good for too long and now mommy wants to take away that really dangerous toy that Aunt Gladys bought for you because she didn’t know any better at the time, because of her dementia, and so you’re gonna threaten to stage a coup and lock yourself in the bathroom and threaten to flush all your parents money down the toilet if your stupid demands to keep your toys that literally are only useful to exceptionally murder other human beings and absolutely nothing else because it’s illegal to shoot them at anything but a freakin’ paper on a stick in the middle of the desert.
|"Come on, President Clinton, come get our guns!" Cause they've been in hiding since... never mind.|
|For gender equality and anti-slavery in Revolutionary American, and he shot Alex Hamilton!|
But be honest, you need the 2nd Amendment to back up your 1st Amendment rights, because everything you're freely saying is probably pissing off everyone else around you. No matter how big and blustery you sound, you're just terrified of people who don't have the same opinion as you. Cause you're a bully.