by L. Neil Smith
Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise
It has been interesting, this week, to say the least, listening to the bleating menagerie on the left, that barnyard clutter of liberals, progressives, socialists, and outright communists the Democratic Party has finally mutated into after decades of public denial, prescribing dictates they want promulgated—this time about illegally ending private gun ownership—which they are personally too chicken-livered to enforce themselves, just as they are perfectly happy to have someone else commit the ugly crimes they carefully arrange to inspire them.
I would deeply enjoy it if Hillary Clinton, who has more balls than the rest of the Democratic field put together, strapped on the Kevlar, covered that face with a mask, and showed up on my doorstep to try to steal my weapons. Each and every one of us owes the Woman-with-One-Eyebrow a moral debt: simply by existing, she reminds us that we all spend a lot more time in life being ugly than being pretty.