His ability to arm himself was constitutional. His declaration of war was textbook. His list of grievances was compelling, if a tad self-indulgent. Christopher Jordan Dorner was everything dreamt of by the Founding Fathers.
A wet dream.
He served his country, as a Navy Reservist. He served his community, as a Cop. He stood-up to abuse of authority, calling-out a Fellow Officer, who beat a mentally retarded suspect mercilessly, alerting Command of “Conduct Unbecoming Law Enforcement.”
Dorner was punished for it, by tyrants.
There comes a time, as a man, as a patriot, as an outsider, when you’re literally standing outside, looking in, glaring at the establishment, and all you see are enemies. Whether they’re Red Coats, whether they’re Confederates, whether they’re LAPD, you have the Right to Bear Arms.
Turns out, more than the Right to Bear Arms, We The People have the Right to Tune-In. And watch the cabin burn. Cold Dead Hands? More Like Charred Dead Hands.
Where’s Charlton Heston when you need him the most? In Hell with Dorner.