Judge Blackhawk
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This is a short short story. I hope you like it and it makes you think.
"Being a good citizen"
Early in the morning, the young boy runs to his Father with sparkles in his eyes, "Daddy,
tomorrow is my thirteenth birthday, can you believe I am finally gonna be a teenager?"
"No son, I remember when you were born, I was so proud to show you off to my friends, and
now you are becoming a fine young man." the father said as tears of pride and joy filled his eyes.
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure Son, anything"
"What's a gun?"
"Hang on, now you know we are not allowed to talk about that, it's against the law."
"I heard you a Mom, talking and she asked you if it was safe to keep the guns in the house."
"Son, your old enough to know that even talking about guns can get us in a heap of trouble with
the government. But you have to know, that once in this country, men and women could own
guns and could hunt and shoot without fear."
"Whats hunt?"
"That is when you go out into the country and stalk a wild animal and then shoot it for the sport
and the meat."
"Sport", his Son replied with a frown on his face," that is so disgusting, how could you have
enjoyed that?"
"Son, it was a different time, a free more open time, when people were afraid of their
government and were not afraid that the government was listening to everything they said in private."
"I like it now, because we dont have to worry about anything, the president supplies us with it
all. He knows just what we need and he provides it. I am sure glad he is in Washington. He is our
best friend, dont you think, Daddy?"
"Son, I am not at liberty to say what is in my heart, because if I said it, then you and I could be in
real trouble. I will say this though, I am glad that we have a president for life, that way we have a
stable government. But that is what I am suppose to say, do you understand, son?"
"Yes, sir, but where do you keep the guns?"
"Son, I don't have any guns. It is against the law and against the executive orders of the president
to have guns."
"I know, I know, but you and Mom, were talking about the, come Dad, tell me. Can you show
me one. I have never even seen a picture of a gun. Please."
"Okay, son, but you must promise not to tell even your best friend Sammy okay."
"I promise I wont tell Sammy."
"Okay, son, let go."
And into the garage, the father and son went, as the Father carefully moved the water heater out
of the way, and pried open a small door in the wall. He entered it and pulled out a small revolver
that was shiney as a new nickel.
"Here Son, this was your Dad's first handgun, my Father gave it to me, on my thirteenth birthday,
and I have kept it ever since. It is a Ruger Single Six, I lost the extra cylinder in the patriotic
pacification and collection. But I was able to keep this one."
"It must be really powerful, huh."
"Not really, but it was sure fun to shoot. I have lots of fond memories of that little gun."
The Father carefully took the handgun back from his son, and lovely wrapped it in an old
tattered American Flag, the Father thought to himself, how funny, that just have one or the other
of these two objects could get him thrown in prison for life. How once, both were a symbol of
freedom and liberty, and now, they were illegal to own or display. He closed the small closet and
moved the water heater back in place.
That night over dinner, while the family said thanks to God for the many blessings that He had
given them. The front door shattered and men dressed in black with yellow letters on their
jackets proclaiming FPTF, the Federal Patriotic Task Force made their way into the home.
"Where are the guns?" the faceless man screamed at the Father as he pointed a government fully
auto submachine gun into the Father's face.
"I don't know...." but he was caught in the face by another FPTF agent welding a large black baton.
"Don't lie to me, where are the guns, you have five seconds to comply or I will use deadly force."
he said, as he barked out another order, "Cuff him and the lady."
Both the mother and father were slammed on the ground and their hands and feet bound with
steel cuffs.
"Now, one more time, where are the guns?, or you both will be going to jail.?
The mother looked at the father and her eyes begged him not to tell, she ever so slightly shock
her head no as one of the agents buried the butt of his rifle in the small of her back.
"They are behind the water heater, no let her go."
"Get, now" said the leader as he walked up to the young boy standing in the middle of the living room.
"You have done your country and your president proud, today. I know your actions were not
easy, but when you are older you will know that your did the right thing."
"I am just trying to be a good citizen. Thank you, sir. Tell the president, I am very grateful for
everything he has given me."
In the garage, the agents were tearing open the wall behind the water heater, and located a small
amount of guns and ammunition.
"Look at this", one of the agents said as he held up a small rifle, "Looks like we have an assault
weapon, that is automatic. Says it's a Ruger 10-22, this will make it a life sentence."
"What's that tag on it?" another agent said.
The agent holding the little .22 rifle, grinned inside his helmet as he read aloud.
"To the Best Son in the world, Happy Birthday love Dad"
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Governments ability to abuse and oppress is directly related to its ability to disarm its law abiding citizens -- Judge Blackhawk
Gun Control is the acceptance of the death of the innocent victim in exchange for the life of the criminal perpetrator.
"Being a good citizen"
Early in the morning, the young boy runs to his Father with sparkles in his eyes, "Daddy,
tomorrow is my thirteenth birthday, can you believe I am finally gonna be a teenager?"
"No son, I remember when you were born, I was so proud to show you off to my friends, and
now you are becoming a fine young man." the father said as tears of pride and joy filled his eyes.
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure Son, anything"
"What's a gun?"
"Hang on, now you know we are not allowed to talk about that, it's against the law."
"I heard you a Mom, talking and she asked you if it was safe to keep the guns in the house."
"Son, your old enough to know that even talking about guns can get us in a heap of trouble with
the government. But you have to know, that once in this country, men and women could own
guns and could hunt and shoot without fear."
"Whats hunt?"
"That is when you go out into the country and stalk a wild animal and then shoot it for the sport
and the meat."
"Sport", his Son replied with a frown on his face," that is so disgusting, how could you have
enjoyed that?"
"Son, it was a different time, a free more open time, when people were afraid of their
government and were not afraid that the government was listening to everything they said in private."
"I like it now, because we dont have to worry about anything, the president supplies us with it
all. He knows just what we need and he provides it. I am sure glad he is in Washington. He is our
best friend, dont you think, Daddy?"
"Son, I am not at liberty to say what is in my heart, because if I said it, then you and I could be in
real trouble. I will say this though, I am glad that we have a president for life, that way we have a
stable government. But that is what I am suppose to say, do you understand, son?"
"Yes, sir, but where do you keep the guns?"
"Son, I don't have any guns. It is against the law and against the executive orders of the president
to have guns."
"I know, I know, but you and Mom, were talking about the, come Dad, tell me. Can you show
me one. I have never even seen a picture of a gun. Please."
"Okay, son, but you must promise not to tell even your best friend Sammy okay."
"I promise I wont tell Sammy."
"Okay, son, let go."
And into the garage, the father and son went, as the Father carefully moved the water heater out
of the way, and pried open a small door in the wall. He entered it and pulled out a small revolver
that was shiney as a new nickel.
"Here Son, this was your Dad's first handgun, my Father gave it to me, on my thirteenth birthday,
and I have kept it ever since. It is a Ruger Single Six, I lost the extra cylinder in the patriotic
pacification and collection. But I was able to keep this one."
"It must be really powerful, huh."
"Not really, but it was sure fun to shoot. I have lots of fond memories of that little gun."
The Father carefully took the handgun back from his son, and lovely wrapped it in an old
tattered American Flag, the Father thought to himself, how funny, that just have one or the other
of these two objects could get him thrown in prison for life. How once, both were a symbol of
freedom and liberty, and now, they were illegal to own or display. He closed the small closet and
moved the water heater back in place.
That night over dinner, while the family said thanks to God for the many blessings that He had
given them. The front door shattered and men dressed in black with yellow letters on their
jackets proclaiming FPTF, the Federal Patriotic Task Force made their way into the home.
"Where are the guns?" the faceless man screamed at the Father as he pointed a government fully
auto submachine gun into the Father's face.
"I don't know...." but he was caught in the face by another FPTF agent welding a large black baton.
"Don't lie to me, where are the guns, you have five seconds to comply or I will use deadly force."
he said, as he barked out another order, "Cuff him and the lady."
Both the mother and father were slammed on the ground and their hands and feet bound with
steel cuffs.
"Now, one more time, where are the guns?, or you both will be going to jail.?
The mother looked at the father and her eyes begged him not to tell, she ever so slightly shock
her head no as one of the agents buried the butt of his rifle in the small of her back.
"They are behind the water heater, no let her go."
"Get, now" said the leader as he walked up to the young boy standing in the middle of the living room.
"You have done your country and your president proud, today. I know your actions were not
easy, but when you are older you will know that your did the right thing."
"I am just trying to be a good citizen. Thank you, sir. Tell the president, I am very grateful for
everything he has given me."
In the garage, the agents were tearing open the wall behind the water heater, and located a small
amount of guns and ammunition.
"Look at this", one of the agents said as he held up a small rifle, "Looks like we have an assault
weapon, that is automatic. Says it's a Ruger 10-22, this will make it a life sentence."
"What's that tag on it?" another agent said.
The agent holding the little .22 rifle, grinned inside his helmet as he read aloud.
"To the Best Son in the world, Happy Birthday love Dad"
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Governments ability to abuse and oppress is directly related to its ability to disarm its law abiding citizens -- Judge Blackhawk
Gun Control is the acceptance of the death of the innocent victim in exchange for the life of the criminal perpetrator.
