AMENDMENT TWO: A LEGAL IMMIGRANT’S CAUTIONARY TALE by Anonymous
I am a proud American, an unhyphenated American. I am the most fortunate type of American, one who has won life’s lottery by escaping communism. My family endured persecution, physical risk, and constant intimidation by the secret police to legally enter the United States.
I am proudly writing this in English, because mastering English opened opportunities that would have been denied to me had I chosen to limit myself to my native language and culture.
What does this have to do with the Second Amendment? I am telling you about my past because I want you to understand who I am. I want you to understand the source of my passion.
The fruits of tyranny are not an abstract topic for me.
I am going to use words like political correctness, slavery, communism, and dystopia and I want you to understand the full measure of my meaning.
I want you to understand why I take my rights and responsibilities as a gun owner so seriously.
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I don’t know who the author is, but over the years I’ve worked with people, who escaped the Soviet Bloc, who could have written just this. Funny how actually experiencing the joys of a socialist/communist paradise causes them to appreciate America’s freedom more than the average native-born.