there is no support in human rights jurisprudence – nor in State practice, according to the survey responses – for personal self-defence as an independent right that States are obliged to uphold. Further:
‘Even if there were a “human right to self-defence”, it would not negate the State’s due diligence responsibility to maximize protection of the right to life for the society through reasonable regulations on civilian possession of weapons… The State must consider the community as a whole, and not just the single individual, in carrying out its obligation to minimize physical violence.’11
Thus, the legally enforceable right to guns for self-defence puts the USA at odds with other countries – and with international law.12
The gun control masses deign to lecture America that we are Neanderthals because we are lax about guns in the face of murder and mayhem.
Quite the contrary….it is NOT a sign of Americans’ mental deficiencies, that America still has a relatively free right to keep and bear arms in the face of many “mass murders” and shootings etc.
Rather, it is a bold sign, that rights are given by God, and not up to a vote, in this Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.
In the movie “Demolition Man” comedian Denis Leary’s character goes on a rant, that’s relevant here - especially the part line:
I'm the enemy. Because I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and buckets of cheese, okay? I wanna smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jell-O all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've seen the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Mayer Wiener." You live up top, you live Cocteau's way: what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice: come down here... and maybe starve to death.
I’ll take America, warts and all, over Australia et al any day of the week.
this new 'movement' of ours is more a realization that we just have to take our rights -- not sit around patiently for others to respect them.
Our movement is an echo of the colonists pushing back against the Crown and its micromanagement and tyranny.
We need to just plow ahead and exercise our rights. All of us. There is safety, thus, in numbers.
Loved that scene.
L