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Why won't media, cops say 'get a gun'?

A Rowlett man had been terrorizing his ex wife for a year, and Channel 5, the local Dallas/Ft. Worth NBC outlet, ran the end of the story on Monday.

"I always feared one day that he was going to turn his anger and aggression on me," Says Veronica Galvaniz in the video, "and he did."

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Local guns, local foods: natural allies?

On April 15, Montana Governor Brian Schweitzer dipped his pen in gun oil and signed the "Exempt Montana-made firearms and ammunition from commerce clause" bill into law.

The legislation, better known as the Montana Firearms Freedom Act (MFFA), goes into effect on October 1.

What the new law says, once the text has been disinfected of legalspeak, is that all firearms, firearm related accessories and ammo that are produced, sold and retained within the boundaries of Big Sky Country are not subject to the Constitution's interstate commerce clause.

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Examining the anti-gun gang

The long anticipated "Americans Can't Be Trusted With Guns" legislation is here, sneaking its way through congress while heads are turned by sexier, flashier bills like Universal Health Scam and the Cap and Trade Swindle.

But Examiners are on top of it in a big way.

Your congenial host, the Dallas Libertarian Examiner, introduced you to HR 45 back in February with Jim Crow gun laws, a title by which is meant that peaceable people who wish only to protect themselves from assault by people the police can't, and are legally not required, to protect them from, will henceforth be treated like second class citizens just as the descendents of Southern slaves were once treated.

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Saturday Night Assault Specials

There once was a proper young English miss named Alice Pleasance. She, according to Lewis Carroll biographers, was the real life inspiration for a fictional Alice who tumbled down a rabbit hole and commenced a tour of a riotous realm called Wonderland. During her wanderings, she encountered an egg named Humpty Dumpty and came away with a memorable sound bite. Declaimed Mr. Dumpty, "When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean – neither more nor less." When politicians pontificate, and news writers report it, members of these two tribes often adhere to the Old Ovoid's opinion – words mean just what they choose them to mean. A favorite phrase of these public persuaders is "assault weapon."

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Saturday Night Assault Specials

There once was a proper young English miss named Alice Pleasance. She, according to Lewis Carroll biographers, was the real life inspiration for a fictional Alice who tumbled down a rabbit hole and commenced a tour of a riotous realm called Wonderland. During her wanderings, she encountered an egg named Humpty Dumpty and came away with a memorable sound bite. Declaimed Mr.

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Saving us from the Constitution

Scrambling to rewrite their gun laws after the US Supreme Court affirmed the right of individuals to bear arms (DC v. Heller), the District of Columbia Council voted to end the most restrictive antigun laws in the nation and replace them with new restrictions. The new legislation, according to an Associated Press report, is designed to follow the letter rather than the spirit of the ruling: handguns will be permitted but can only be used in the home for self-defense. They cannot fire more than 12 rounds without reloading, which the city of Washington DC oddly defines as "machine guns." Effective self-defense is further sabotaged by rules requiring that all guns be unloaded, disassembled, or equipped with trigger locks. Of course, exceptions have been made for police, FBI, US Marshals, Secret Service agents, the myriad other legal gun-toting bureaucrats such as Federal Egg Inspectors, and vicious criminals who never obey laws anyway.

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Entering the Brain-Free Zone

Seventeen-year-old Amon Schute is social drek. He's sneering, jeering and hateful. He proves it with ostentatious displays of filthy jeans, long matted hair, body piercings and tattoos. He's exactly the kind of kid you'd expect to spend his entire adult life in lockup. Sixteen-year-old Coy Minyon is a social cipher. He's weak, meek and fearful. He proves it with a timorous mask of ultra conservative clothing, neatly groomed hair, unobtrusive appearance and a permanent muted existence that makes him invisible to the world.