A med student says he’s made thousands of dollars selling photos and videos of a young conservative woman he created using generative tools. He’s not alone.
The constitution is supposed to be continuously updated and refined with the changing needs of the Republic.
These is a fairly daft bit about everyone having guns that needs removing. You can get on that.
That law was added when guns were so imprecise it was difficult to hit the broadside of a barn from inside the barn. It wasn’t designed for guns with fire rates in excess of one round every 5 minutes. Back then if somebody went on a shooting spree you could just walk up to them and punch them while they were in the middle of reloading.
Own a musket for home defense, since that’s what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. “What the devil?” As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball-sized hole through the first man, he’s dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it’s smoothbore and nails the neighbor’s dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grapeshot, “Tally ho lads” the grapeshot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
These is a fairly daft bit about everyone having guns that needs removing. You can get on that.
That law was added when guns were so imprecise it was difficult to hit the broadside of a barn from inside the barn. It wasn’t designed for guns with fire rates in excess of one round every 5 minutes. Back then if somebody went on a shooting spree you could just walk up to them and punch them while they were in the middle of reloading.
Own a musket for home defense, since that’s what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. “What the devil?” As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball-sized hole through the first man, he’s dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it’s smoothbore and nails the neighbor’s dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grapeshot, “Tally ho lads” the grapeshot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.