Sure as shootin’. I don’t care if you like guns, shoot guns, fear guns, hate guns. Don’t matter, Sparky. I don’t care whether you like the Fourth Amendment, the Fifth, First or Eighth. These are our rights and they’re going nowhere. And while I’m not a gun nut as the prototypical archetypal professional left would call them, I believe in what they mean. Better yet, what our forebears thought.
“Undoubtedly some think that the Second Amendment is outmoded in a society where our standing army is the pride of our Nation, where well-trained police forces provide personal security, and where gun violence is a serious problem. That is perhaps debatable, but what is not debatable is that it is not the role of this Court to pronounce the Second Amendment extinct.” District of Columbia v. Heller, 554 U.S. 570 (2008)
Remember this name. One of my favorite antecedent Americans was Tench Coxe, who, writing as “the Pennsylvanian” in the Philadelphia Federal Gazette, 1788, noted the following. And pay particular note that it was written at a time that was near in time to the origin of the country when it was fresh in their minds.
The power of the sword, say the minority of Pennsylvania, is in the hands of Congress. My friends and countrymen, it is not so, for the powers of the sword are in the hands of the yeomanry of America from 16 to 60. The militia of these free commonwealths, entitled and accustomed to their arms, when compared with any possible army, must be tremendous and irresistible. Who are the militia? Are they not ourselves? Is it feared, then, that we shall turn our arms each man against his own bosom? Congress has no power to disarm the militia. Their swords, and every other terrible implement of the soldier, are the birthright of an American. The unlimited power of the sword is not in the hands of either the federal or state governments, but where I trust in God it will ever remain, in the hands of the people.
Now, the rudiments. It’s beyond and not subject to debate. It’s an absolute verity. There’s an absolute right to possess firearms. And I wholeheartedly suggest that you never get near the working end of a shootin’ iron, keep your powder dry, lock ‘n load, cocked and locked, ripped and stripped.