code pink: illustrating ignorance

by Graham Bradley

Published: March 19, 2008

If all the Berkeley, California liberals (A.K.A. “citizens”) unionized tomorrow, they’d be miners. You know, the old-fashioned prospectors with their picks and shovels and helmet flashlights? I know that sounds ridiculous, because mining is bad for the environment, and it’s wrong to tear innocent rocks away from their families and all, so Berklibs wouldn’t actually do it, but bear with me.

Instead of mining coal (gasp! That abominable carbon rock!) or iron (no! Not more buildings and cars!) or precious metals (money is the root of all evil!), they would mine just for the sake of digging a tunnel under the foundation of American protection and security, hoping it would all come crashing down on our heads (metaphorically speaking, of course).

But seriously, why wouldn’t they? They’re already attacking the military and seeking to sabotage the national security effort, so why not take it a step further?

Recently the US Marine Corps opened up a recruiting office in Berkeley. Immediately it was protested by throngs of jobless people, hippies, strippers, dropouts, convenience store clerks and other liberal breeds, citing the ‘fact’ that the Marine Corps only trains people to kill and commit mass murders. One resident of Berkeley was even cited on The Daily Show saying he felt ‘infiltrated’ and compared Berkeley to Iraq.

In a rare display of common sense, even The Daily Show was able to distinguish between the two.

The Marine Corps maintained the office though, and when the Berklibs got mad enough, they called in their foot soldiers: Code Pink, an army of ignorant, feel-good, unattractive men and women who will say just about anything to get attention. Remember the screaming ninnies who wouldn’t shut up during General Petraeus’ report to Congress in September? Code Pink. Yeah. Those gals.

When the reporter, Rob Riggle, asked a Code Pink protester what she thought about the recruiting office, she bravely stated that all the violence in the world would end if there were no more weapons.

Really? Really really? Like, totally? If only it were true, right?

So, let me get this straight. Let’s pretend I’m a bad guy, the kind of jerk who would use a weapon on somebody. And let’s pretend that the somebody I want to hurt is, oh, I don’t know, a Code Pink protester. I’ve got a fighter jet with a nuke on board, and I’m going to drop it on her. Take away my nuke, and I’ll use the plane. Take away the plane and I’ll use my trusty assault rifle. Take away my assault rifle and I’ll fall back on my hand gun. Take away my hand gun and I’ll use my combat knife. Take away my combat knife and I’ll use my wife’s kitchen cutlery. Take away my cutlery and I’ll use any available blunt object. Rid the earth of blunt objects and I’m left with my bare hands and feet - just like Bruce Lee.

Do you see the point? Laws against weapons don’t make a lick of difference; if someone wants to commit an act of violence, they’re just going to up and do it! Automobiles and bathtubs can easily be converted into instruments of death by someone with a motive. There are a million ways to kill or be violent, and anything can become a weapon! Case in point: Washington D.C. - though equipped with the nations most stringent gun control laws, the District consistently headlines the list of the nation’s most violent cities.

There is only one solution to deal with violence: apply to those who commit acts of violence a punishment so severe that anyone else contemplating it will not have the stupidity to take the risk. It’s a radical solution, I know, but it’s how the world works. If you want violence to end, you better be strong enough to deter anyone from attacking you. That is the only solution.

Like, totally.

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