Warning:  This short story contains language that may be offensive to Republicans and N.R.A members.

The Legend of Bobby John

It was probably the finest moment in Bobby John Klinger’s life, that night when he strode into the Hog’s Neck BBQ and Bar and proudly displayed his concealed gun carry permit.

He walked slowly to the bar, enjoying the admiring gazes of his friends.  After a dramatic pause in the hushed silence of the room, he slapped the document on the bar and gently, almost reverently, placed his Glock 9mm on top of it.  His crowd of friends burst spontaneously into applause and shouted everybody was buying Bobby John’s beers that night.

Bobby John was a natural leader.  He founded the local group called Super American Patriots dedicated to all the things he fervently believed in.  In a rousing, inspiring, eloquent speech at the Hog’s Neck when he established the group he had said, “We gotta make sure them fuckin’ liberals don’t take our guns away.  We gotta show that black Muslim Obama we don’t want no Aye-rab Muslims comin’ into our wonderful country and we gotta get rid of them rapist Mexicans livin’ here illegally and taking my money to pay them lots of gov’ment benefits.”

  

When he declared “We gotta bomb the shit out of them fucking ISIS Muslims,” The crowd at the Hog’s Neck went ecstatic with cheers and a deafening ovation shook the room.  Yes, Bobby John was absolutely sure he and his pals represented the heart and soul of America and the best of American values. 

 

Bobby John firmly believed that every American man, woman and child should own a gun to protect him or herself.  There was absolutely no need in Bobby John’s mind to specify what you needed a gun to protect yourself from.  As long as you could scare people enough to think they needed a gun, that was good enough for him. 

But the real threat, according to Bobby John was that Americans had to arm in order to protect themselves from their own government.  “Just like the Constitution says,” Bobby John declared, “we gotta have a well-regulated militia--that’s us my friends--to keep the gov’ment from takin’ over our lives.”  The fact that the existing government spends billions of dollars to maintain and equip highly trained armed forces didn’t seem to make him think he might face overwhelming odds in case he wanted to rise up against the government.

But that didn’t matter because Bobby John knew absolutely that God was on his side.   Anybody who did not agree with him and the Super American Patriots would have to answer to God. 

 

Then came that fateful night in Wal-Mart.  Bobby John was there to buy himself a new pair of camouflage underwear, carrying, of course, his concealed Glock 9mm.   As he turned the corner of the underwear isle, he saw the man, a dark silhouette at the end of the isle wearing a ski mask and wielding an AK-47.   The man started firing his weapon off to the left.

Suddenly, all Bobby John’s dreams of being the heroic, concealed gun carrier who would valiantly save everyone from a mass shooting in a public place flashed through his mind.  Yes, he was destined to be the good guy with the gun who puts down the bad guy with the gun and to be hailed as a hero in his home town, to be praised on national television as an example of that courage, resourcefulness and exceptionalism that makes this country great.

Then something strange happened to Bobby John.  When the shooter turned his gun down the aisle towards him, he frantically began pulling at his Glock which seemed to be stuck in the holster.  Finally he ripped it free but his hand was shaking so wildly the only shot he managed to get off hit the light fixture in the ceiling sprinkling him with flakes of neon tubes.

Then, as the shooter pointed the AK-47 at him, he felt the flood of urine running down his legs and when he saw the flash from the shooter’s weapon the burst of feces exploded in his pants.

Bobby John never knew that the police arrived about 15 seconds later and dispatched the shooter immediately.    Unfortunately, four people were killed including Bobby John, and three injured, qualifying the event for the national news.

Two of Bobby John’s friends were in the store that night and saw his crumpled body on the Wal-Mart floor his Glock 9mm firmly in hand with just a trace of a smile on his face. One of his friends remarked, “Jesus, look at all that blood, piss and shit.”

What followed, however, was truly inspiring.  The city commission passed a resolution to erect a monument in the town square to Robert Johnathan Klinger declaring him the local hero who bravely stood up against an oppressive government that wanted to take away the people’s gun rights and who died in a dramatic, self-sacrificing armed confrontation against a fanatic Muslim terrorist.  Since the event was reported on national news, the N.R.A. immediately began running “The Bobby John Story” in tv ads claiming this fine, brave young man was a perfect example of why more law-abiding Americans should carry guns.

The fact that an investigation showed the Wal-Mart shooter was an angry, mentally-challenged white Evangelical Christian loner who bought the attack weapon at a gun show after he had lost his minimum-wage job at the local MacDonald’s was never mentioned.