Essays promoting the RKBA and Freedom in general
What if cars were controlled just like guns now are?, by LiveJournal.com user Unixronin:
One of the perennial arguments in the gun-control debate is pro-gun-control demagogues saying that guns should be licensed just like cars, expecting their listeners to have never thought abut how the two actually compare and thus convince people that still more gun laws are a good idea. Gun owners naturally turn around and point out embarrassing things such as, if guns were licensed just like cars are... (Read More...)
The Predator (Author unknown):
I am a predator. I am the guy your mother warned you about. You believe I am only found lurking in the shadows, but I am a master of disguise. I can be anyone, anywhere. I can be the quiet employee in the cubicle down the hall; I can be the cute hunk at the bar. I can be your neighbor. I can be your ex. (Read More...)
Metal and Wood, by Dennis Bateman of The Firing Line:
It is a rare person who does not attach some sort of value or emotion to some physical object or to an event. A home becomes more than a building. A statue of the Virgin Mary, a crucifix, a flag or a song, or even a photograph can stir emotions greater than the value of the material item. (Read More...)
My Brothers Died, by "Sword" of The Firing Line:
My brothers died, without uniforms, fighting British and Hessian troops, in the Carolinas, in New England, some in the freezing cold at Valley Forge, because they had a dream that tyranny could be ended and men could live free, live by rules that respected their dignity and worth, live knowing that their government belonged to them and was subservient to their wishes. (Read More...)
Sundown at Coffin Rock, by Raymond K. Paden:
The old man walked slowly through the dry, fallen leaves of autumn, his practiced eye automatically choosing the bare and stony places in the trail for his feet. There was scarcely a sound as he passed, though his left knee was stiff with scar tissue. He grunted occasionally as the tight sinews pulled. Damn chainsaw, he thought. (Read More...)
Sunrise at Coffin Rock - Part II, by Raymond K. Paden:
Thomas sat alone upon the cold stone, shivering slightly in the chilly pre-dawn air of this April morning. The flashlight was turned off, resting beside him on the bare granite of Coffin Rock, and involuntarily he strained his eyes in the gray non-light of the false dawn, trying to make out the shapes of the trees, and the mountains across the river. Below, he could hear the chuckling of the water as it crossed the polished stones. How many times had he fished there, his grandfather beside him. (Read More...)
A Visitor from the Past (Author unknown):
I had a dream the other night, I did not understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with a flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said: (Read More...)
Why do I need an AK47?, by "Jack 99" of the original AR15.com Discussion Forum:
About 230 years ago, some incredibly gifted, wealthy, slave-owning, white guys looked at Western Civilization and undertook what is undoubtedly the most radical, profound political revolution ever conceived. Despite what the history books say, it really wasn't about taxes, or troops in people's homes, or the price of tea or any of that crap. These men were British subjects, but taxes were lower in the colonies than in Britain at the time of the Revolution, there was unprecedented freedom, particularly on the frontier, and these guys were generally the wealthy elite who could have been colonial governors if they had chosen to. They could have afforded to drink tea until they pissed pure caffeine. (Read More...)