Guest Column: Guns and the Obamanistas

This is what I want to hear Obama say about guns
Obamanistaby Jon Rappoport

Note: Normally, on Fridays, the Coffee Coaster features a book review. But the forces trying to take away our human right of self-defense are in high gear after Sandy Hook, and must be dealt with immediately, en masse. This is the third in a series of guest columns dealing with the subject.—ed.

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nomorefakenews.com: 1/10/13
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Guest Column: Grandpa: “Why I Carry a Gun”

Bottom-line reasons for a free people to be armed…

Liberty_LawSent along from an anonymous source by world adventurer and quintessential independent spirit, Bo Keeley, author of Keeley’s Kures and Executive Hobo. Bo’s comments upon referral:

An insight into the USA majority, they prefer a father figure, Uncle Sam, to control their lives. They don’t want to take charge. They don’t want liberty. And they don’t understand the forces that dwell beyond the frontier… otherwise they would keep their powder dry. 

Note: Normally, on Wednesdays, the Coffee Coaster features a movie review. But the forces trying to take away our human right of self-defense are in high gear after Sandy Hook, and must be dealt with immediately, en masse. I also want to credit this column to Mr. Ron Burcham, from whom I’ve learned a lot about guns and gun rights—a true patriot in every sense of the word. Continue reading

Guest Column: Lessons of Aurora

More guns for the masses = less mass killings
by Ron Burcham

BurchamAs a Free Stater (living abroad in Michigan for an extended period), I can tell you right away that all these FBI/CIA Manchurian zombie killers like (possibly) James Holmes are not going to be wandering into any New Hampshire movie theaters for high-media-impact slayings. They’ll be met with deadly termination. My guest today, Ron Burcham, knows much more about the gun issue than I. But we both realize someone in the legitimate authority matrix had to set up this killing and that the media fix is in.— editor Continue reading