Americunts BTFO

>that pic
welp, with that logic USA is weak as fuck.

you're the weak.

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Yeah I’m 5’9 and 160lbs. My wrists are small and I am a successful lawyer. I own a gun because if I’m walking home with my wife and a bunch of guys jump her and I or a guy that looks like him starts to pick a fight, I’d lose. The gun is the great equalizer and allows me to defend what is mine.

All the muscle in the world doesn't mean shit when 5 dindus armed with knives attack you.

Humans haven't used their hands for self defense since a caveman learned he could pick up a rock and bash the other caveman's head in.

Unfortunately, most liberals, such as yourself, aren't much smarter than cavemen.

I could kill him with a bow and arrow as a man only capable of drawing said bow. Dude's an idiot.

>Shoots Henry Rollins in the face
>Dies instantly
What was you saying about being weak?

This.

We have the same thread literally every fucking day now?

Also why do I have to give you a reason for buying a gun?

Why do you keep posting this copypasta?

>hurr durr I’m a tough badass with my ultra-safe, media-supported, PC political opinions

I can’t stand this faggot.

pussies with no muscles couldnt even chamber a round in a gun

>Using the 'hurr durr' meme.
>Implying someone other than yourself is a faggot.

>The gun is the great equalizer
Truer words have never been spoken

>white knighting Henry Rollins
>trying to deny that you love black dick in the ass

Fuck off you paid shill. Guns male everyone equal. Roided out nig nogs, The rich the poor all have a weakness for bullets. Human kryptonite. Every time you post this stupid post, I'm going to buy another one. Faggot.

How thick do your muscles have to be to stop a projectile going 2500 feet per second without it damaging vital organs? Seriously OP, are you trolling or are you really this fucking stupid?

Elderly needs to defend them selves. Are you planning on beating up some old folks and stealing money? You are hoping they aren’t packing. Jackass

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>How thick do your muscles have to be to stop a projectile going 2500 feet per second without it damaging vital organs?

quite a lot.

youtube.com/watch?v=W57EjnIJu7Q

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That’s hitler’s height

Say that to my .45

>There is literally no reason to own a gun.
it's my rite to own one I don't need a reason.

Rollins is a sick fuck that defends kiddy fuckers and murderers.
Look at his involvement in the WM3 case, he helped get 3 teenagers convicted of brutally murdering and raping 3 little boys freed from prison even though they confessed and there was so much evidence against them.
So many lefty fucks helped them.

Oh look, a shill thread I have seen a couple dozen times by this point. If your going to shill, at the very least try to be creative so that we can come up with new ways to BTFO you

His logic is retarded. Humans are on top of the food chain only because of the ability to create weapons. Whoever has the most weapons is the strongest. A ripped man with no weapon will just end up facedown in a ditch.

So i guess this dipshit wouldnt bust out a gun if someone eas in his house robbing armed with an axe. Hed just let his wife and kids get dismembered after he got decapitated with an axe. Fucking morons forget that the streets are not a fucking boxing ring. No one fights fair in the streets. You either got firepower or your a dead man.

>t. Pussy with a gun

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>guy shoots at me
>flex muscles in hope they deflect the bullets

Cavemen were extremely smart, it's just their knowledge was completely rooted in knowing and manipulating their local environment.

Not that I give a shit what Henry Rollins thinks, but is there more context to this quote? The guy is legitimately retarded if he thinks lifting and diplomacy will help you when you're being robbed at gunpoint or jumped by half a dozen gangbangers. I do agree that someone (aside from the elderly or disabled) pulling a gun in a fist fight is a pussy move though.

>Rite
You have the right to a proper education. Let go of your dick and pick up a book you mong.

I read that Rollins ran away from a fight and let his friend get murdered.
didn't even help him

if we should let the weak die for lack of muscle, why do we need welfare?

sage

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I want to own a gun because I don't trust the government to not be overthrown. How are you going to fight back if it comes to that? Are you willing to die to fight tyranny or will you sit back as better men do what you are to weak to do? Also sport shooting is pretty fun too.

Holding this fucker at gunpoint with an ar15 will make him realise where he has been wrong tho

GHOOST RIIIIDER TURNED INTO A FAGOOOOOT

Niggers killed his best friend leaving him with only his work so calling them out means blacklisting by the jews, essentially a death sentence for entertainers.

>The strong don't need guns.

One of the best arguments FOR guns.

Only delusional shitheads believe they are strong all the time.

fuck off back to the library

There is literally no reason to own a car. Only pussies with no muscles own cars because they can't walk them selves with the tools nature provided them. Prove him wrong

Typical ripped freak with no balls...

>There is literally no reason to own a gun
Home defence.

Next thread.

Studies hard, gets smart.
Works out, gets ripped.
Gets mugged, thinks "I got this"
Gets shot, dies.

Guns are the tools of the weak. Without them you have the endless tyranny of the strong and numerous oppressing the weak. But with guns, a 200 pound man and a 100 pound woman are very similar in strength. A thug and a businessman are similar in strength, but only with guns.

The statement in your pic is pure nigger logic. A strong society cannot exist when the brutes butcher, rape, and plunder everything that the weaker, but more civilized, build. So, the weaker, more civilized need to arm themselves so that the thugs do not tear down society.

We have this thread every day David, and every day you get the same replies. You're not convincing anyone.

What a manlet. Hitler only had 1 nuts, what is this guys excuse?

Is banning guns sexist against women?

Anybody who takes this emo douchebag in that picture seriously or listening to anything he has to say is a complete tool. Grumpy fuck spent most of his life sitting in coffee shops writing emo-tier shit about how he hates the world and chain-smoked cigarettes. Fuck him and anything he has to say now that's he's tried to put on this "tough-guy" façade. He's a fucking faggot and always has been.

You know what else nature provided? Intelligence. You know what relying on that provided? Guns.

dumbasses.

if i give up guns I am giving up one of my bill of rights. Does that put freedom of speech at risk?
youtube.com/watch?v=E4vGRw4YdWc

>shoot open lock to your door
>shoot you from clean across the room while you charge at me like a dumb drunk football player
>as you bleed out ask "how'd the kung fu work out for you?"

>1 post by this ID
Sage and hide obvious

NEVER REPLY TO "1 post by this ID" SHILL THREADS FAGGOTS, JUST REPORT AND HIDE
>Only pussies with no muscles own guns because they can't defend them selves with the tools nature provided them. Prove him wrong
imdb.com/name/nm0738433/
> Height: 5' 9" (1.75 m)
That's called overcompensating.

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I gradually became aware that the Social Democratic press was
directed predominantly by Jews; yet I did not attribute any
special significance to this circumstance, since conditions were
exactly the same in the other papers. Yet one fact seemed con-
spicuous: there was not one paper with Jews working on it which
could have been regarded as truly national, according to my educa-
tion and way of thinking.

I swallowed my disgust and tried to read this type of Marxist
press production, but my revulsion became so unlimited in so
doing that I endeavored to become more closely acquainted with
the men who manufactured these compendiums of knavery.

From the publisher down, they were all Jews.

I took all the Social Democratic pamphlets I could lay hands
on and sought the names of their authors: Jews. I noted the
names of the leaders; by far the greatest part were likewise mem-
bers of the 'chosen people,' whether they were representatives
in the Reichsrat or trade-union secretaries, the heads of organiza-
tions or street agitators. It was always the same gruesome pic-
ture. The names of the Austerlitzes, Davids, Adlers, Ellenbogens,
etc., will remain forever graven in my memory. One thing had
grown clear to me: the party with whose petty representatives I
had been carrying on the most violent struggle for months was, as
to leadership, almost exclusively in the hands of a foreign people;
for, to my deep and joyful satisfaction, I had at last come to the
conclusion that the Jew was no German.

Only now did I become thoroughly acquainted with the se-
ducer of our people.

A single year of my sojourn in Vienna had sufficed to imbue
me with the conviction that no worker could be so stubborn that

he would not in the end succumb to better knowledge and better
explanations. Slowly I had become an expert in their own doc-
trine and used it as a weapon in the struggle for my own profound
conviction.

Success almost always favored my side.

The great masses could be saved, if only with the gravest
sacrifice in time and patience.

But a Jew could never be parted from his opinions.

At that time I was still childish enough to try to make the
madness of their doctrine clear to them; in my little circle I talked
my tongue sore and my throat hoarse, thinking I would in-
evitably succeed in convincing them how ruinous their Marxist
madness was; but what I accomplished was often the opposite.
It seemed as though their increased understanding of the destruc-
tive effects of Social Democratic theories and their results only
reinforced their determination.

The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their
dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary,
and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves
simply played stupid. If all this didn't help, they pretended not
to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a
hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they im-
mediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again
attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what
you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of
these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which
divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next
moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these
fellows so telling a blow that, observed by the audience, he
couldn't help but agree, and if you believed that this had taken
you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the
next day. The Jew had not the slightest recollection of the day
before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at

Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck.

I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their
tongues or their virtuosity at lying.

Gradually I began to hate them.

All this had but one good side: that in proportion as the real
leaders or at least the disseminators of Social Democracy came
within my vision, my love for my people inevitably grew. For
who, in view of the diabolical craftiness of these seducers, could
damn the luckless victims? How hard it was, even for me, to get
the better of this race of dialectical liars ! And how futile was such
success in dealing with people who twist the truth in your mouth,
who without so much as a blush disavow the word they have just
spoken, and in the very next minute take credit for it after
all.

No. The better acquainted I became with the Jew, the more
forgiving I inevitably became toward the worker.

In my eyes the gravest fault was no longer with him, but with
all those who did not regard it as worth the trouble to have mercy
on him, with iron righteousness giving the son of the people his
just deserts, and standing the seducer and corrupter up against
the wall.

Inspired by the experience of daily life, I now began to track
down the sources of the Marxist doctrine. Its effects had become
clear to me in individual cases; each day its success was apparent
to my attentive eyes, and, with some exercise of my imagination,
I was able to picture the consequences. The only remaining
question was whether the result of their action in its ultimate
form had existed in the mind's eye of the creators, or whether
they themselves were the victims of an error.

I felt that both were possible.

must ultimately result in the collapse of human civilization and
the consequent devastation of the world.

In this case the only remaining hope was struggle, struggle
with all the weapons which the human spirit, reason, and will
can devise, regardless on which side of the scale Fate should lay
its blessing.

Thus I began to make myself familiar with the founders of this
doctrine, in order to study the foundations of the movement. If
I reached my goal more quickly than at first I had perhaps ven-
tured to believe, it was thanks to my newly acquired, though at
that time not very profound, knowledge of the Jewish question.
This alone enabled me to draw a practical comparison between
the reality and the theoretical flim-flam of the founding fathers
of Social Democracy, since it taught me to understand the lan-
guage of the Jewish people, who speak in order to conceal or at
least to veil their thoughts; their real aim is not therefore to be
found in the lines themselves, but slumbers well concealed be-
tween them.

For me this was the time of the greatest spiritual upheaval I
have ever had to go through.

I had ceased to be a weak-kneed cosmopolitan and become an
anti-Semite.

Just once more — and this was the last time — fearful, op-
pressive thoughts came to me in profound anguish.

When over long periods of human history I scrutinized the
activity of the Jewish people, suddenly there rose up in me the
fearful question whether inscrutable Destiny, perhaps for reasons
unknown to us poor mortals, did not with eternal and immutable
resolve, desire the final victory of this little nation.

Was it possible that the earth had been promised as a reward
to this people which lives only for this earth?

Have we an objectiveright to struggle for our self-preservation,
or is this justified only subjectively within ourselves?

T«
oday it is my conviction that in general,
aside from cases of unusual talent, a man should not engage in
public political activity before his thirtieth year. He should not
do so, because up to this time, as a rule, he is engaged in molding
a general platform, on the basis of which he proceeds to examine
the various political problems and finally establishes his own posi-
tion on them. Only after he has acquired such a basic philosophy,
and the resultant firmness of outlook on the special problems of
the day, is he, inwardly at least, mature enough to be justified in
partaking in the political leadership of the general public.

Otherwise he runs the risk of either having to change his former
position on essential questions, or, contrary to his better know-
ledge and understanding, of clinging to a view which reason and
conviction have long since discarded. In the former case this is
most embarrassing to him personally, since, what with his own
vacillations, he cannot justifiably expect the faith of his adher-
ents to follow him with the same unswerving firmness as before;
for those led by him, on the other hand, such a reversal on the
part of the leader means perplexity and not rarely a certain feel-
ing of shame toward those whom they hitherto opposed. In the
second case, there occurs a thing which, particularly today, often
confronts us: in the same measure as the leader ceases to believe
in what he says, his arguments become shallow and flat, but he
tries to make up for it by vileness in his choice of means. While

he himself has given up all idea of fighting seriously for his politi-
cal revelations (a man does not die for something which he him-
self does not believe in), bis demands on his supporters become
correspondingly greater and more shameless until he ends up by
sacrificing the last shred of leadership and turning into a 'politi-
cian'; in other words, the kind of man whose only real conviction
is lack of conviction, combined with offensive impertinence and
an art of lying, often developed to the point of complete shame-
lessness.

If to the misfortune of decent people such a character gets into
a parliament, we may as well realize at once that the essence of
his politics will from now on consist in nothing but an heroic
struggle for the permanent possession of his feeding-bottle for
himself and his family. The more his wife and children depend
on it, the more tenaciously he will fight for his mandate. This
alone will make every other man with political instincts his per-
sonal enemy; in every new movement he will scent the possible
beginning of his end, and in every man of any greatness the dan-
ger which menaces him through that man.

I shall have more to say about this type of parliamentary bed-
bug.

Even a man of thirty will have much to learn in the course of
his life, but this will only be to supplement and fill in the frame-
work provided him by the philosophy he has basically adopted.
When he learns, his learning will not have to be a revision of
principle, but a supplementary study, and his supporters will not
have to choke down the oppressive feeling that they have hitherto
been falsely instructed by him. On the contrary: the visible,
organic growth of the leader will give them satisfaction, for when
he learns, he will only be deepening their own philosophy. And
this in their eyes will be a proof for the correctness of the views
they have hitherto held.

a case he must, at the very least, renounce the public exercise of
any further political activity. For since in matters of basic know-
ledge he has once, succumbed to an error, there is a possibility
that this will happen a second time. And in no event does he re-
tain the right to continue claiming, not to mention demanding,
the confidence of his fellow citizens.

How little regard is taken of such decency today is attested by
the general degeneracy of the rabble which contemporaneously
feel justified in 'going into' politics.

Hardly a one of them is fit for it.

I had carefully avoided any public appearance, though I think
that I studied politics more closely than many other men. Only
in the smallest groups did I speak of the things which inwardly
moved or attracted me. This speaking in the narrowest circles
had many good points: I learned to orate less, but to know people
with their opinions and objections that were often so boundlessly
primitive. And I trained myself, without losing the time and
occasion for the continuance of my own education. It is certain
that nowhere else in Germany was the opportunity for this so
favorable as in Vienna.
General political thinking in. the old Danubian monarchy was
just then broader and more comprehensive in scope than in old
Germany, excluding parts of Prussia, Hamburg, and the North
Sea coast, at the same period. In this case, to be sure, I under-
stand, under the designation of 'Austria,' that section of the
great Habsburg Empire which, in consequence of its German set-
tlement, not only was the historic cause of the very formation of
this state, but whose population, moreover, exclusively demon-
strated that power which for so many centuries was able to give
this structure, so artificial in the political sense, its inner cultural
life. As time progressed, the existence and

If the old hereditary territories were the heart of the Empire,
continually driving fresh blood into the circulatory stream of
political and cultural life, Vienna was the brain and will in one.

Its mere outward appearance justified one in attributing to this
city the power to reign as a unifying queen amid such a conglom-
eration of peoples, thus by the radiance of her own beauty causing
us to forget the ugly symptoms of old age in the structure as a
whole.

The Empire might quiver and quake beneath the bloody battles
of the different nationalities, yet foreigners, and especially Ger-
mans, saw only the charming countenance of this city. What
made the deception all the greater was that Vienna at that time
seemed engaged in what was perhaps its last and greatest visible
revival. Under the rule of a truly gifted mayor, the venerable
residence of the Emperors of the old r6gime awoke once more to a
:ooiraculous youth. The last great German to be born in the ranks
of the people who had colonized the Ostmark was not officially
numbered among so-called 'statesmen'; but as mayor of Vienna,
this 'capital and imperial residence,' Dr. Lueger conjured up one
amazing achievement after another in, we may say, every field of
economic and cultural municipal politics, thereby strengthening
the heart of the whole Empire, and indirectly becoming a states-
man greater than all the so-called 'diplomats' of the time.

If the conglomeration of nations called 'Austria' nevertheless
perished in the end, this does not detract in the least from the
political ability of the Germans in the old Ostmark, but was the
necessary result of the impossibility of permanently maintaining
a state of fifty million people of different nationalities by means
of ten million people, unless certain definite prerequisites were
established in time.

The ideas of the German-Austrian were more than grandiose.

kept on striving to master the gigantic task and preserve for the
German people what his fathers had once wrested from the East
in endless struggles. In this connection it should be borne in mind
that this had to be done with divided energy; for the heart and
memory of the best never ceased to feel for the common mother
country, and only a remnant was left for the homeland.

The general horizon of the German-Austrian was in itself com-
paratively broad. His economic connections frequently embraced
almost the entire multiform Empire. Nearly all the big business
enterprises were in bis hands; the directing personnel, both tech-
nicians and officials, were in large part provided by him. He was
also in charge of foreign trade in so far as the Jews had not laid
their hands on this domain, which they have always seized for
their own. Politically, he alone held the state together. Military
service alone east him far beyond the narrow boundaries of his
homeland. The German-Austrian recruit might join a German
regiment, but the regiment itself might equally well.be in Herze-
govina, Vienna, or Galicia. The officers' corps was still German,
the higher officials predominantly so. Finally, art and science
were German. Aside from the trash of the more modern artistic
development, which a nation of Negroes might just as well have
produced, the German alone possessed and disseminated a truly
artistic attitude. In music, architecture, sculpture, and painting,
Vienna was the source supplying the entire dual monarchy in in-
exhaustible abundance, without ever seeming to go dry itself.

Finally, the Germans directed the entire foreign policy if we
disregard a small number of Hungarians.

And yet any attempt to preserve this Empire was in vain, for
the most essential premise was lacking.

It would make sense to own a gun if you know that you wouldn't be able to defend yourself from a regular sized human being and would have to resort to shooting them.

You actually think women should be allowed to own guns? That's as retarded of an idea as letting children own guns. Women shouldn't even be allowed to drive cars.