|El Paso Shooting Memorial
|AN ONLINE PUBLICATION OF THE ANONYMOUS ANYTHING SOCIETY August 7, 2019|
Our lawmakers are to blame for leaving us to be slaughtered by insane killers.
When I was a kid, the Thompson machine gun was the weapon of choice of gangsters. The enforcers of Alphonse Capone used them to kill all his competitors for the booze, gambling and prostitution business, one Valentine’s day in Chicago. J. Edgar Hoover, the first head of the FBI, ended all that by sending the Number One Public Enemy to Federal prison for Tax Evasion, where ironically, Capone died of syphilis. The Federal government made it almost impossible for anyone but a bona fide collector to own a Thompson machine gun and the federal permit to own one is prohibitive. The last one I saw had been taken by police when they arrested John Dillinger in Tucson in January, 1934 and his “Tommie gun” has been on display at headquarters here, ever since.
Want to bet I cannot buy an AR-15 or 75-A4 assault rifle capable of firing stacks of banana clips full of high velocity bullets at full-automatic mode, without any sort of background check, whatsoever. Now, that is crazy!
-– Phil Richardson, Editor
to an addicted prostitute in a crime-ridden barrio, a man finds a love
that transcends all obstacles and opens a new pathway to life beyond
working for the Jefe of one of Mexico's brutal drug cartels.
"A roller-coaster ride of subterfuge and violence through the highways and byways of the drug trade in the US/Mexico desert borderlands. It places the reader very much in the present as the events in the life of the principal character at times literally explode in rapid-fire succession...." (reader's review on Amazon)
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