An Open Letter to Michael Lawlor, the CT Governor's Hatchet Man on Firearms Confiscation. "How's your KGB file hangin', Mike?"

NOTE: The following letter was sent via email this morning to Michael Lawlor (Some biographical details here and here. Mr. Lawlor is Connecticut Governor Dannell Malloy's hatchet man on the current tyrannical enforcement of that state's Intolerable Act. I will send him an official hard copy via snail mail today.

“You can either surrender the weapon to us, destroy the weapon, or sell it to a federal firearms licensee. After that date (January 1) that hasn’t been declared or register is banned and if you get caught, you’re going to get arrested." -- Michael Lawlor.

Mike.Lawlor@ct.gov

Mike Lawlor

Under Secretary, State of Connecticut

Office of Policy and Management, Criminal Justice Policy and Planning Division

450 Capitol Avenue

Hartford, CT 06106

Dear Mike,

As Governor Malloy's volunteer hatchet man on the forcible disarmament of the Connecticut citizenry, it is appropriate that I write you directly on some issues raised by your personal collectivist appetites for control of your fellow citizens' liberty, property and lives, if for no other reason than to politely explain some ramifications of that dictatorial compulsion under the Law of Unintended Consequences and the principles of 4th Generation Warfare, under which the civil war that you seem eager to solicit will likely be fought. This is only good manners, I feel, and since the subject is rather vast will certainly take more than one letter. However, I trust that as a tyrannical collectivist in good standing you recall Ho Chi Minh's dictum:

"Cherish your enemies for they teach you the best lessons."

We do have a few things in common, you and I. I am a former collectivist while you remain one, and a rather nasty one at that, if you don't mind my saying. But as an ex-communist I am familiar with all of the known collectivist lies and more than a few of the unknown, personal, secret ones as well -- the kind that you tell to yourself when you're acting out the True Believer, as you are now.

We also each prefer to be called "Mike" rather than "Michael." It is little enough, perhaps, but it tells us something about each other. My good friend Bob Wright, the New Mexico militia leader, once told a federal policeman who was contemplating a raid upon him, "You know, in the 60s the left-wing in this country said that if the young men who fought the wars (as opposed to the old ones who started them) could sit down and talk things out, there would be no wars." He paused and then added, "We are here to test that theory." It must have worked, since there was no subsequent raid.

So I offer this letter and the ones to follow in the same spirit of mutual understanding in the hope of avoiding conflict.

You may be familiar with my name already, as I have been a leading advocate of resistance to your tyranny since my call during a speech in Hartford last April to "Resist, defy, evade and smuggle" in opposition to your new diktat.

In furtherance of that call, I have since led a smuggling campaign to provide standard capacity magazines to Connecticut citizens and I have recently received a bit of newspaper ink in your state with my Toys for Totalitarians program. This has apparently provoked a state police investigation and they have recently tried to contact me. It seemed only fair, then, that as I was a subject of your investigations it might prove profitable to make you a subject of mine. As one of the guys who broke the Fast and Furious scandal on the Internet (with the help of my good friend David Codrea) I am not without resources and contacts of my own. Why not apply them here? Why not, indeed. Turnabout is not only fair play but flattery. So consider yourself flattered.

You know it is quite ironic that on the morning I sit down to write this letter we discover that Adam Lanza (whose evil deeds were the supposed excuse for your Intolerable Act) was something of a twisted fellow traveler of collectivism being an apparently homosexual, environmentalist vegan who was anti-Christian enough to forbid his mother to put up a Christmas tree. "Gee," I thought when I read that, "This kid could have grown up to be a Connecticut Democrat politician." That he provided the bloody excuse for tyrant wannabes such as yourself is certainly the Devil's own joke -- send a collectivist killer to enable future collectivist power. Old Scratch must be laughing his ass off.

You know after just a cursory reading of your biography here and here, I realized that I owed you an apology. Previously I had described you as Malloy's "Eichmann." But Eichmann was a rather colorless bureaucrat, defining as Hannah Arendt spelled out, "the banality of evil." But you, sir, are no bureaucratic handmaiden of evil. No, to call you an Eichmann would require an apology to both you and Eichmann. You, sir, are a true believer -- more of a Heydrich than an Eichmann. Or, if you raise a Godwin's objection, shall we say a Felix Dzerzhinsky? Yes. Dzerzhinsky is certainly more fitting.

I note that while you were at UConn in 1977 you "participated in language studies in Russia in 1977" at Moscow and Leningrad. You then earned a Master's Degree in Soviet Area Studies from the University of London in 1981. You were, what, 20 when you first experienced the Soviet Union at the height of the Cold War? It must have fascinated you early on in life. Yet after you got your Masters in Soviet Area Studies from the University of London at a time when that and other British universities were prime recruiting grounds for KGB "political warfare" assets, and you subsequently "received a Fulbright-Hays Scholarship to study economic reform in Hungary in 1982," you decided to change course and become, in quick succession, a lawyer, a prosecutor and then a Democrat Party politician.

Why the change, Mike?

Your KGB file might provide some clues along those lines, of course. I had a long chat with a former CIA Cold Warrior who is intimately familiar with the KGB infiltration and subversion tactics of the time of your stay in the Soviet Union. He says that you certainly have a KGB file and had a KGB officer assigned to your case with the object of making an asset of you. No one from the United States got into the Soviet Union back then without the close inspection of the KGB. NO ONE.

And what would the KGB be looking for, I asked? "A lot of dewy-eyed kids were going to the Soviet Union back then with this fascination for the other side. They thought the Vietnam War proved the evil nature of American society and they wanted to see what the other side was like. So they (the KGB) would look for someone with those misconceptions and then look for other vulnerabilities. And their recruitment operations were vast. VAST." What other vulnerabilities? I asked.

"For one, homosexuality or other sexual deviance," he answered. He drew my attention to these passages regarding the Prime case from The New KGB: Engine of Soviet Power by William Corson and Robert Crowley:

Prime exhibited most of the disabilities on the KGB check list and more than qualified as a target for recruitment. A loner, a young man with sexual problems and someone who, by his own admission, believed that the downtrodden of the world would fare better under communism. Such symptoms and attitudes assured that, at an appropriate moment, he would fall into the Soviet bag. The case is not a tribute to the Soviets' prescience but another instance of their readiness for an event such as Prime's self-selection, their single-minded patience, clerical effort, and corps of competent case officers who were trained and fully aware of what their jobs entailed.

In Berlin the Soviet support nets are massive. In addition to surveillance, drivers, couriers, police, and postal employees, they include "swallows" who specialize in foreigners who enjoy mild or other forms of perversion. . . The KGB's 'girls' . . . provide the organs with volumes of information about their clients. . . The girls are also alerted to spot the six "d's" -- discontent, disaffection, depression, drunkenness, desperation, and sexual dysfunction -- nany one of which might provide a future lever. -- pp. 390-361.

It is a matter of record that after being long in the closet, you "came out" only in 2006.

Of course Prime was not a homosexual but the KGB did not lack for male "swallows" if their target had those appetites.

In my research, I also found this KGB appreciation of the opportunities to use the homosexuality of potential assets:

"Contrary to popular supposition, the KGB is not primarily interested in homosexuals because of their presumed susceptibility to blackmail. In its judgment, homosexuality often is accompanied by personality disorders that make the victim potentially unstable and vulnerable to adroit manipulation. It hunts the particular homosexual who, while more or less a functioning member of his society, is nevertheless subconsciously at war with it and himself. Compulsively driven into tortured relations that never gratify, he cannot escape awareness that he is different. Being different, he easily rationalizes that he is not morally bound by the mores, values, and allegiances that unite others in community or society. Moreover, he nurtures a dormant impulse to strike back at the society which he feels has conspired to make him a secret leper. To such a man, treason offers the weapon of retaliation." KGB — The Secret Work of the Soviet Secret Agents by John Barron, Reader's Digest Press, 1974, (p. 207)

So, what about it, Mike? How's YOUR KGB file hangin'? Would you be so kind as to sign a release so an enterprising reporter can delve into the KGB archive and find out who you truly loved back then -- literally and figuratively?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Perhaps we can find someone who can do it without your permission. After all, as someone who doesn't blink at using the violence of the state police power to work his will on otherwise innocent citizens in contravention to the Second Amendment, you can hardly expect that the Law of Unintended Consequences would not also apply here, now can you?

As I said, we'll continue this conversation on the ramifications of your personal quest for tyrannical power in future letters. Have a nice day.

Most sincerely,

Mike Vanderboegh

PO Box 926

Pinson AL 35126