We recall with great fondness the late Chuck Heston’s famous words at the 2000 NRA convention. Speaking beyond the audience to the perpetually scowling Al Gore, then the Democratic nominee for president, Heston cried: “From my cold, dead hands,” as he hoisted a musket into the air. Such is the sensible application of Heston’s declaration. “Don’t touch my freedom, Al,” was Heston’s point, “and that includes my right to bear arms.” But such words or sentiment in the hands of a venal or narcissistic person can take on a sinister cast. Here, we conjure Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most flawed and foul presidential nominee in the republic’s history, whose adult existence – along with partner in crime life, Bill – has been one, big self-serving spree. Bill rivals his bride in the “flawed and foul” sweepstakes, but his artfulness and political skills elevated him to the presidency (along with...(Read Full Article)