The Talking Dead

The Oliver ghouls have upped their necromancy.

They remind me of nothing so much as an old Yoko Ono joke. That and Joanna of Castile.

As I’ve noted before:

He and his wife had their child Joaquin brutally taken from them. Those of us with children who have not suffered such a soul-eviscerating loss can only imagine the terror and agony they have had to endure and will be forced to live with every day for the rest of their lives. With that in mind, all people of good conscience will naturally feel sympathy and would offer comfort if we could. And with that acknowledged, our sympathy does not give sufferers leave to lay claim to our rights, especially when doing so serves the interests of violence monopolists and power interests obsessed with disarming their countrymen.

As it is, they’ve chosen to become pathetic clowns.

You know what? Let ’em.

It keeps a portion of grabber money from being spent somewhere more effective. That’s why I’m tempted to call Manuel Oliver (a Venezuelan immigrant  who opted to leave a corrupt Marx-inspired tyranny and mandate the same “gun control” edicts on his adoptive home as are imposed in the land he fled) “Our man in the gun ban camp.” Let him keep blowing it all on vanity theater that persuades no one and does not allow for comments/discussion.

Just start going after them for court costs after they lose.

[Via Tacticool Memes]