LaPierre and the NRA: Firearms and the False Face of Freedom

"… the semi-auto ban gives jack-booted government thugs more power to take away our constitutional rights, break in our doors, seize our guns, destroy our property, and even injure or kill us.  Not too long ago, it was unthinkable for federal agents wearing Nazi bucket helmets and black storm trooper uniforms to attack law-abiding citizens.”  – Wayne LaPierre

“Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to Hell” – AC/DC

He holds no elected office. Polls clearly show he represents neither the American public, nor his own organization’s membership. He is compensated handsomely to speak for only those who profit from death. He emboldens the insane, he markets to the maniacs, encourages the crazies and appeals to the deranged – those are his people, and that is his base. The armaments in his immoral arsenal include deceit, fear, lies and paranoia.

Since the December 14, 2012 massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School, over 3100 other Americans have died as a result of gun violence. Approximately 32,000 U.S. citizens perish, per annum, at the point of a pistol, rifle or assault weapon.

And National Rifle Association Executive Vice President, Wayne LaPierre, earns 1.3 million dollars a year sentencing children to death.

For the Amusement of Old Scratch

New saints on bikes, handed down

War games in schoolyards and suburban towns

The innocent fall, the profits rise

The glint of the barrel lights LaPierre’s eyes

One hundred fifty four rounds let fly

Twenty six families must say goodbye

A lifetime of terror in less than five minutes

But LaPierre worries for the gunman’s limits

He needs enough ammo to complete his job

And defend himself from the angry mob

Wayne’s salary is body count, his bonus – tears of mothers

His Christmas morn is news reports with suffering of others

He sleeps on sheets of splintered glass

He feeds on slaughtered dreams

His oxygen, a poisoned gas

His speech, sadistic schemes

He plays at judge and jury, executioner as well

His fate, a final resting place more punishing than Hell

Like Cheney, Rumsfeld, Bush and Rice

Mass murderers will pay that price

So God Bless America, land of the free to kill

Home of the brave victim, who’s hit at will

Where freedom rings not as a bell,

But the sound of a fired shotgun shell