Can’t Hear You, Gun Controlists

I am sorry, but as I’m just too busy making fat stacks off of RGR right now, I’m having a little trouble hearing your moralistic, hopeless pleas. See, the Assault Weapons Ban is dead. Reid (The Great Gunman, as he is known amongst his friends) devoured it; taking it into his belly. And it died.

Now I’m sure Piers Morgan will keep running his fat mouth for at least another 6 months, talking to walls about the need for gun reform (we should be so lucky to have the violent crime rate of the UK…). But that’s just because Piers Morgan doesn’t have anything better to do.

I came across an article today waxing about the inevitable need for “civilized countries” to surrender their firearms. As if it were a part of evolution to a higher form of life. The paper’s logical conclusion? Better sell all your firearm stocks.

The winter breeze leaks through the window’s glass, creating an icy current across my cheeks. Standing before it, looking at the cloud cover outside, a smile creeps across my lips.

Your “Socially Responsible Investing” is horseshit. It’s an elaborate fraud, whereby you take the hard earned money of others and sink it into your wildest fantasies – just after scalping a healthy 4% in management fees off the top for yourself. You are silver tongued snakes, and I am a man with an axe. I live to split you in front of your “clients” (read “yuppy”).