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Dead Constitution See other Dead Constitution Articles Title: A Christmas Story: A Modern Twist on Firearms (2002) A Christmas Story written by Dave Workman *************************************************************************** `Twas the night before Christmas, cold, dark and foreboding, As I sat at the work bench, quite busy reloading. The empties from autumn were polished so clear For primers and powder, and bullets from Speer And Hornady's soft-points, and Nosler's Partitions (MY bench ain't no place for brand name omissions!) All sat in their boxes, right next to the press With dies from Pacific, and RCBS When all of a sudden there came such a jolt, I grabbed for my Mossberg, and whipped out my Colt. As I spilled Hodgdon's powder all over the shelf I scrambled for cover, just to protect myself From up on the rooftop, came hoofbeats and snorting Like the noise out of L'il Rock, from Clinton's cavorting! I eased off the safety, to press-check my auto With 230-hardball, I'd knock 'em all blotto Were these rogue federal agents, sent by Schumer and Reno? Or a staggering Ted Kennedy, in bad need of Beano? My question was answered with a knock, and some sneezing, "It's Santa, you moron, lemme in there, I'm freezing!" I flipped off the dead-bolt and threw the door wide, To find St. Nick a'shivering, Rudolph by his side He eyeballed my Springfield, with a nod of approval "You're all set," he said, "for dirtball removal." "But this is no raid, we're not here to harm you Or persecute, prosecute or even disarm you" Instead, said dear Santa, he needed to borrow My .357, 'till day after tomorrow "It's okay," he assured me, with a hint of frustration. "I'm enrolled in the National Rifle Association" He showed me his card, 'twas a Life Member rating "I've had this since me and the missus were dating!" "And you see, Dave ol' buddy, I've gotten real nervous "Since Feinstein was elected, with a promise to serve us "So henceforth as I'm out there, my presents a'stackin' "I want to assure you, I'm legally packin' "And my gift for you this year, should give you a hoot "I've told the Supreme Court to give Brady the boot! "Now, Rudy and I must be on our way" He said, as he climbed back on the seat of his sleigh With the reins in his hand, and my Smith in his pocket He jingled the sleighbells and was off like a rocket With a pair of speedloaders, and ammo to spare I knew he'd be safe, he was loaded for bear As he faded from view, I could still hear him calling "From D.C., where 'P.C.' is already falling "To bad guys in L.A., Detroit and Atlanta "I'm licensed to carry. Don't be messin' with Santa!" *********************************************************************************** PART TWO *********************************************************************************** 'Twas the day after Christmas when Santa returned He was looking quite happy, all trim and sunburned His sleigh had been emptied, and I'll bet you're all guessin' If he did the same thing to his borrowed Smith & Wesson Well the fact of the matter is in need of reporting, Like the press oughta do about Clinton's cavorting! Seems Santa encountered some trouble 'long the way, 'Cause some not-too-bright dirtbags tried to hijack his sleigh When he left Christmas Eve, he was ready for action And he made real good time, thanks to reindeer hoof traction He had rag dolls, and capguns, baseballs and bats. New dresses, toy airplanes, and a few dogs and cats. Seems these wannabe grinches thought they were hot shooters So's a bunch of 'em tried to be Christmas gift looters But the one thing they hadn't expected to meet Was a licensed St. Nick, packin' full magnum heat. The night was still young, when these dipwits appeared Their caps all turned backwards; at least one had a beard. They were trying to look vicious, as they stood in his path He could tell in an instant that they needed a bath One fool made a grab for Comet and Cupid, But froze when St. Nick had yelled "Hold it, there, stupid!" When he leveled my sixgun at this crazy-eyed fellow The snow at his feet turned a pale shade of yellow "It was over real quick," Santa said with a chuckle As he hauled out my Smith from behind his belt buckle "Never fired a shot, never pulled back the hammer "Got the cops on my cell phone, and sent 'em all to the slammer" After that much excitement, 'twas a rest Santa needed So with his gift-giving, he quickly proceeded And when he was finished, Santa issued this order: "Rudolph, old pal, take us south of the border!" So now he was rested, and this stop was his last one And he made it real clear, that it must be a fast one With my piece back in lockup, he said "Thanks for the loan "Next year, rest assured, I'll be packin' my own" And just what, did I wonder, might then Santa unlimber? A Colt, Sig or Taurus, a Glock or a Kimber? Perhaps Heckler & Koch, a Kahr or a Ruger? A wheelgun from Rossi, a Walther or Luger? "I'm not sure," replied Santa, as he scoped out the weather, "But I'll contact your buddy, Mitch Rosen, for leather. "And now, I must leave you, until late next December "But Dave, I assure you, I will always remember "You did me a favor, and that's one I owe you "So when I get my own gat, I'll be certain to show you "In the meantime, ol' buddy, I'll scream it, I'll shout it "If you're licensed to carry, don't you leave home without it!"
Poster Comment: My earlier article on FreeRepublick was deleted. Anyway, this is a fun article.
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JimRob has no sense of shame or loyalty. He was bought like a whore.
"The 'uniter' has brought the entire world together - to despise and deride us." lodwick
The early years of FR were fun; it was before the whores from strong political parties took the place over; just as they have taken the faux American ballot box over. I think the deleted article was the first on FR to have garnished over 20,000 hits and about 2K comments. It was fun to challenge and exchange ideas then as now. And the best ideas still have merit. Merry Christmas! “Gold is the money of kings; silver is the money of gentlemen; barter is the money of peasants; but debt is the money of slaves.”
Very cool poem from Mr.Workman - thanks.
Dave Workman was in his most brilliant moment of life on this parody. I heard he died last year.
“Gold is the money of kings; silver is the money of gentlemen; barter is the money of peasants; but debt is the money of slaves.”
As long as clinton was in office, FR was a fun site. Except for the eternal snooker-thons. It all changed after the election, and then further changed after 9.11. I miss some of the good writers/posters there, but I don't miss FR. Oh, and RIP, Mr.Workman.
And he wasn't talking about Gun-Grabbing-Guiliani there! lol
If this Globe gets any Warmer, I'll fucking freeze to death!!
Some of us really saw a chance for changing the world during Clinton's reign terror; I certainly did. It all failed with the election of some fucked-upped home boy claiming (TEXAS) as president. But don't worry about my continuing doubts about this country. I am locked&loaded, not to save the nation but to save myself and family and friends and business acquaintances from the obvious devastation of over-government seerers. And Santa ain't here to help. BTW, Dave was a director of the NRA, one of the finest organizations of the past.
“Gold is the money of kings; silver is the money of gentlemen; barter is the money of peasants; but debt is the money of slaves.”
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“Gold is the money of kings; silver is the money of gentlemen; barter is the money of peasants; but debt is the money of slaves.”
I had no idea - thanks for the information. My prep-plans are just like yours. We'll see how it goes. Interesting times, and all that.
You are a good guy, Lod. America just needs 300M original patriots just like you changing the course of this government. Merry Christmas, “Gold is the money of kings; silver is the money of gentlemen; barter is the money of peasants; but debt is the money of slaves.”
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