I was on the SS Tragic in the Atlantic Ocean. Eleven hundred firearms went into the water. Two hundred made it out. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first gun-grabber for about a half-hour. Liberal. Transgender. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by their dress and their makeup.
Very first light, Chief, gun-grabbers come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the gun-grabber come to the nearest man, that man he starts lawsuitin' and Constitutionin' and sometimes that gun-grabber, he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away.
Sometimes that gun-grabber looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a gun-grabber is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes for your guns, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he confiscates your AR-15, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched cryin'. Despite all lawsuitin' and your Constitutionin' those gun-grabbers come in and... they steal all your guns. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred revolvers and rifles. I don't know how many gun-grabbers there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many guns, they averaged six an hour.