Max McGuirre’s Open Letter to Shannon Watts, Founder, Moms Demand Action

[Subdeacon Joe]

http://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/2013/10/robert-farago/max-mcguirres-open-letter-to-shannon-watts-founder-moms-demand-action/

 

A sample, about the first quarter of it:

Dear Mrs. Watts,

You don’t know me. While I routinely engage you on social media, I
have yet to get a response. In all honesty, that is fine. I do, however,
have two suggestions for you. The first is related to your group’s
members, and the second is related to your group’s disorganized message .
. .

 

#Gunsense… That’s an interesting word. I’m not
really sure what it means. I doubt even you could provide a
partisan-free definition. The only definition your website provides is a
laundry-list of every failed gun control proposal that was put forward
following the Sandy Hook shooting. But it doesn’t really matter what it
means, I guess, as long as you get your hordes of motherly minions
(read: 10,200 followers) to press the re-tweet button and express their
digital outrage (something I’m sure you learned from your time as the Public Outreach Director at Monsanto).

The social scientists say that the utility of social media in
political activism can’t be understated. As you well know, these
platforms allow activists across the globe to unite and turn digital
outrage into tangible results. Some believe that the platforms’
limitations (character limits, single pictures, 6-sec. videos, etc) produce
a sort of brevity that can actually hurt constructive political
dialogue. While these limitations might be a hindrance to other
organizations, you’ve found a way to actually harness them for your own
benefit.

You see, when you represent a group that is as riddled with ignorance
as Moms Demand Action, 140 character limits and witty little hashtags
provide a nice safety net for your fatuous followers. After spending
much of the summer visiting your Lemonade Stands and talking to many of
these “Moms,” it became plainly obvious that the vast majority of your members know absolutely nothing about firearms.

To the average ‘Mom’ in your group, firearms are something
to be feared. Just like cavemen feared fire and the explorers feared the
world being flat, your members are dreadfully afraid of firearms. Don’t
get me wrong, there are certainly reasons to fear guns. Others might
mock hoplophobia as
an irrational fear, yet I am sure that there are people in your ranks
who probably have first-hand experience to legitimize their fears. Their
fear is completely rational and thought out. But to go back to the
lightning analogy: just because someone got struck by lightning doesn’t
make them a meteorologist, nor does it teach them the science behind
fabricating lightning rods.

Over the course of the summer, I attended a few of your group’s
Lemonade Stand protests. By attended, I mean I stood out in the heat for
a few hours, trying to reeducate the public after the hefty dose of #nonsense that
they got after visiting your table. Each time I did this, I was met
with your organization moving mountains to try and get me arrested for
distributing patriotic literature in public.

It seems that your illogical lemmings have an insatiable hatred of
the Second Amendment that is only surpassed by their hatred of the
First. Your cronies borrowed one of your social media tactics and tried
to “block” anyone who disagreed with them and tried to get them
removed. But unlike the rules of an internet message board, you can’t
silence your critics in real life.

That’s another one of those pesky ‘constitutional rights’ we’ve been enjoying for the last 266 years.

When your ‘Moms’ were informed by the police that the first
amendment afforded us the right to free speech in public, your members
took advantage of this newly discovered liberty and reminded gun rights
supporters that they “hope [our] children get shot.” Between
these ill-wishes and the repeated chants to repeal the second amendment,
it was obvious that I wasn’t going to make any friends at one of your
protests.

The calls for the death of my unborn children notwithstanding, I
still felt compelled to engage your group’s members in dialogue to try
and understand their positions. Unfortunately for me, I left many of
these conversations feeling dumber than when I entered them.