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Everyone who's
ever attended a gun show knows that you are guaranteed
to find at least one table (and probably several) of genuine whackos:
Neo-Nazis, conspiranoiacs, people who think space aliens assassinated
Elvis with fluoridated water, that sort of thing. It's just the eddies
in the stream where the First and Second Amendments flow together.
Frankly, a gun show without Nazis to mock would be like a gun show
without beef jerky.
Every now and again, some
lefty discovers this
and recoils in horror, completely ignoring the fact that their side of
the political fence has its own equally charming equivalents (It ain't
bible-thumping conservatives smashing store windows and playing
slap-tickle with the riot cops every time the WTO comes to town...)
Something that I got a giggle out of in the latest bout of the vapors
over Knob Creek is the mention of The
Anarchist's Cookbook as a (and I quote) "soldier of fortune
training manual":
highly
secret “soldier of fortune” training manuals (”Militiaman’s Handbook”,
“How to Change Your Identity and Erase Bad Credit”, “The Anarchist’s
Cookbook”, “The Hit Man’s Guide to Assassination” . . .)
I am going to go out on a limb and state that these correspondents have
never read said Cookbook. I
can state this with reasonable certainty, because if there is a less
right-wing, "soldier of fortune" book than The Anarchist's Cookbook,
I am not aware of it. The book in question is a charming counterculture
relic from the days when Baby Boomers sat around crash pads with flat
stomachs and full heads of hair (or heads full of Hair)
and planned The Revolution. For heaven's sake, it has recipes for
hallucinogenic drugs (which you shouldn't follow, by the way) and
instructions on how The People can rise up against The Man to stop the
Vietnam War. By "Anarchist", it means Kropotkin, not Kazynski. |
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