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In an era when small, helpless schoolchildren are routinely bludgeoned by their principal and teachers, tear-gassed, wrestled to the ground, handcuffed and bellychained, and frogmarched off to the Bastille in a Black Maria for having drawn pictures of knives on paper, I know that all of this must seem insane to the bleeding-heart, bedwetting, afraid-of-every-known-phenomenon socialists who call themselves liberals and stumbled onto this website by some terrible accident. But while you're here, let me tell you more about those times.
My grandmother, living in a small city, left her doors unlocked in perfect safety all her life. I, myself, could walk a mile to school in the first grade without worrying my parents or enticing some genetic cull to kill me and eat me. Later on, at the age of 11, I could make the harrowing 13-mile trek into town after a blizzard had closed the roads, to operate the radio panel for the weekly church broadcast that was a requirement for my receiving the God and Country Award in Boy Scouts.
It gets better. In my youth, children roamed the countryside with rifles, and nobody thought anything of it -- adults would go out of the way to tell them where they'd seen rabbits or deer. Sometimes kids smoked cigarettes, and no one had the right to say a thing about it but their parents. Kids started fires in the woods and roasted hot dogs or marshmallows. In the city, it was potatoes. A generation earlier, kids got real live jobs and helped feed their families, before Marxoid intellectuals persuaded unions and politicians to "humanely" condemn "child labor", sentencing millions of innocent kids to 12 worthless, nonproductive years of daytime concentration-camps and socialist indoctrination.
What you didn't see, back when kids handled more of their own lives than most adults do today, was public schools being shot up by homicidal mutants, gangs murdering each other over drug-selling turf, or national epidemics of unwed motherhood. Kids learned Latin and Greek, knew how to spell, and passed tests that college students fail today.
Now you tell me: have six or seven decades of the calculated infantilization of American children led to anything resembling progress? Now that the process has started on adults, are we going to fight?
If your answer is yes, the symbolic place to begin is with the laws against the possession and use of fireworks. These laws must be repealed, nullified, or otherwise disposed of. For several reasons, fireworks should be given the protection of a fully-enforced Second Amendment. At their most innocent, fireworks laws are nothing more than another example of the so-called liberal's primitive hatred and fear of fire that I wrote about years ago in the much-crossposted "Prometheus Bound and Gagged" (included in my recent book of essays, Lever Action).
These laws must be repealed, nullified, or otherwise disposed of. At their least innocent, they represent a conscious attempt, mostly on the part of those who call themselves Democrats -- and who would be happier living under Stalin, Mao, or Pol Pot -- to flush the American Revolution, and everthing it was fought to achieve, down the Memory Hole.
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