6,000 gun owners have registered on Facebook to openly defy Washington State’s new gun control laws at the state capitol on December 13th, 2014.
The rare event is made more unusual as the law was passed by popular vote, unheard of in recent memory in any state.
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I would attend if I wasn’t busy serving the country
That’s our right to keep and bear arms
God bless you Kel
I love my country and my freedom, I live you all no natter what you call yourself.
But if you mean to revolt then by all means do it but the rally to dc last June or July was a bust because it was isolated.
We can do it without guns for the time being but we need to use our heads or this protest will be the first shot fired in the revolution .
We don’t need to take that route yet in my eyes.
Stand strong! if they don’t back down left the revolution begin!!!
Yep, Chris. We do it right
“(27) – (2) = 0”.
For some time people had seen this odd equation on his shirts. Most of them ignored it as if it were either a mistake, or, being intimidated by linear math, said nothing.
But, every day on every shirt or jacket he wore was the same equation.
He was an elderly gentleman with a mostly quiet manner. Spoke English, only English, but with a heavy accent no one could really place.
He was thin. One might say gaunt. He would patronize a particular coffee shop twice a week. Not always on the same days and he would not stay the same amount of time with each visit. But, he would always order the same thing. Coffee, strong, with sugar and cream, and a pastry.
He seemed to like the corner tables and always sat facing out. He would greet people pleasantly, but, by not by getting too familiar managed to stay alone and unbothered. So it was he stirred and sipped his heavily sugared coffee dipping his pastry into the last of it that every drop would be consumed.
When finished he would with some effort rise, produce a weathered but finely crafted leather wallet from his pocket, place money on the table and with his customary politeness bid his fellow patrons a good evening. Leaving the establishment he would turn sometimes right, sometimes left and with an unhurried steady gait be gone until his next visit.
But what did it mean, (27) – (2) = 0?
Speculation grew that he was perhaps a mathematician. Other’s declared just the opposite. Discussions on the possibilities expanded and contracted over the months. Yet, the fact that no one approached him on the subject in itself was curious. He remained a willing mystery.
On his last evening he arrived a little slower and less deliberate than usual. With seemingly additional effort in making his place to one of the corner tables he came to rest.
The waitress brought him his coffee, his sugar and cream, his pastry and a warm good evening. He responded less enthusiastically than usual, but, with his customary politeness and she left him to his time alone.
He sipped, and stirred, and dipped but this time left a little coffee and a bit of pastry. Rising he reached into his pocket producing his wallet. But instead of leaving money, he returned to his seat. Placing the wallet on the table as he sat he leaned against the back of the chair, his head falling against his chest, as a final, long breath of air exited his body relieving him of secrets long kept.
When the paramedics arrived he was in the same position, his wallet on the table.
Nobody could tell them what his name was. The wallet revealed an old identification card in a foreign language displaying a photo of a much younger man, the name in an unfamiliar language, unreadable.
Contained there, too, was a photograph, old, fading, black and white of many faces. One prominent face, the same as found on the identification card. Smiling, pleasant looking people gathered about a long table laden with food, children laughing and mugging for the camera. A content and joyful gathering expected of friends and family.
On the back of the photo was written a message in a hand not familiar to modern readers. The shape and form of letters carefully scripted with flourishes in flowing purpose expressing not only the author’s words, but the author himself. A beautiful and practiced hand learned in a more deliberate time. A short set of numbers and two modest sentences, a warning, whose bold press of ink and pen told of another story beneath the words.
“(27) – (2) = 0”
There are twenty seven amendments to the American Constitution. Subtract the second, and the rest are meaningless.”
Bob Kendrick
copyright, 2/11/2013, (‘Political Math’) TXu 1 – 847 – 088
Last time I checked the government spoke for us.
You mean to tell me that’s gone now?
No they are stripping us slowly because our people are not unified as one against a common enemy.
We are too busy fighting ourselfs for this idea to come to forewishin
good luck guys go for it
good for u stick to ur guns