TPM ran a swell piece about the cover art of the NRA's house organ (LaPierre is their swinging dick) America's 1st Freedom. They were all pretty inflammatory from a lefty-commie-pinko-hippie-peacenik perspective but this one is my favorite:
The New Black Panthers are coming to mau-mau your ass everyone. Btw, this qualifies as subtle from the NRA's perspective. That black gloved fist is gonna grab your gun and we all know who's wearing it, the Kenyan Marxist dude.
This cover was published right before the election, and before Obama came out of the closet on gun control. He hadn't done much gun grabbing up until then but truth and the NRA aren't on speaking terms. However, paranoia and the gun lobby are old pals. I believe they hang out together at shooting ranges, throw back some brewskis (Coors probably) and fire at pictures of Rachel Maddow, Dianne Feinstein and Eric Holder.
The culture and political wars of the Sixties may be diminishing but they're still being waged as long as LaPierre and his henchmen have any say in it. They haven't noticed that they've lost on cultural issues since they have a stranglehold on Congress gun control-wise or is that a gun pointed at its head? You decide.
The post title is, of course, pinched from the classic Stephen Stills song. It's one of those Sixties songs that has aged very well indeed, and it still applies to our current situation in a way that most hippie dippy anthems do not. Paranoia still strikes deep: