When I was a kid the days and weeks following Halloween must have been Hell on my parents. They would try to ration my candy out to me, and I'd pester
them, non-stop, until the candy was gone.
One year my father obviously had his fill. After trick or treating he told me "It's yours. Do whatever you want with it.". I was in shock. An entire
pillow case, filled with candy, and all mine. MINE!
Not only did I eat so much candy that night that I ended up missing two days of school from it. But I was also out of candy for the next month, while
all the other kids were still enjoying theirs.
In the following years, I never again asked to be in charge of my own Halloween candy. I didn't even think about asking. I just handed the haul to my
parents and let them meter it out to me as they'd always wanted to do.
I'm not saying that Uncle Sam is a benefactor with good intentions, as my parents were. But I do see the world we currently live in as an analog for
the candy thing. In the eighties the Brady Bill passed and the NRA began spending absolutely obscene amounts of money getting it repealed and building
up an overwhelming, nearly sexual, public love of all things guns. The bigger, the better. No limits!
Now? Well, we're seeing a society that has eaten itself sick - just as I did as a kid.
The government won't have to take anybody's guns - when the time comes - the people, or at least the majority, will beg
for the government to
do so. Uncle Sam didn't have to stage false flags, brainwash poor kids, create Manchurian candidates, or anything of the like. He merely had to let us
have our pillow case full of candy - and then to sit back and watch human nature take its course.
edit on 12/17/12 by Hefficide because: anybodies? anybody's? meh, I dunno which is right.