“We won’t be intimidated. And yes, we have guns.”

What a remarkable statement that is, coming as it did from the wife of a United States senator. And what a sad, sorry indictment it is on our nation — and specifically the American Left — that Kelley Paul felt she needed to say it.

“At approximately 4:30 p.m. on Monday,” said the FBI’s Louisville field office, “the U.S. Capitol Police was notified a letter containing a powdery substance was sent to the Kentucky home of Senator Rand Paul.”

But that’s not the half of it. The image on the envelope is a picture of a badly beaten Rand Paul: neck brace, right arm in a cast, left arm working a crutch, and a stick-figure rifle pointed at his temple. The caption at the bottom reads, “I’LL FINISH WHAT YOUR NEIGHBOR STARTED, YOU MOTHERF—ER.”

We’re not sure what to make of leftists’ Oedipal obsession with other people’s mothers, but perhaps they’re all taking their talking points from Barack Obama.

In any case, to argue that the powdery stuff in the envelope turned out not to be Anthrax, or that no harm came to Paul or his family, is to miss the point entirely. And the point, insofar as the thuggish Left is concerned, is intimidation. Rand Paul, for obvious reasons, gets under the Democrats’ skin. Way under their skin. He’s smart, social-media savvy, his wife of 30 years is prettier than theirs, his libertarian conservatism holds up well in the marketplace of ideas, and he seems to make mincemeat out of every left-wing bureaucrat who comes before him during a committee hearing. For those reasons — and others, no doubt — they’re desperate to silence him.

If anyone has a right to take this death-threat stuff seriously — anyone besides Congressman Steve Scalise — it’s Rand Paul. He was there on that ball field in 2017 when a deranged Bernie Sanders campaign volunteer opened fire on a group of congressional Republicans who were practicing for their annual Congressional Baseball Game. Were in not for two Capitol cops who engaged and killed the assailant only because they happened to be at the park as part of then-Majority Whip Scalise’s security detail, there’s no telling what sort of massacre would’ve unfolded.

To its eternal disgrace, the Andrew McCabe-led FBI whitewashed that attack as a case of “suicide by cop.” That designation stuck until recently, when, under bipartisan rebuke, the bureau rightfully reclassified it as an act of “domestic terrorism.”

Speaking of “domestic terrorism,” why hasn’t Nancy Pelosi convened a “June 14 Commission” to study that near-assassination of her colleagues? The answer, of course, is that she has no interest in it because political violence comes overwhelmingly from the Left, as it has throughout history. While progressives and their Leftmedia enablers constantly warn us of the looming threat of violence from the Right, it never seems to materialize. Even the “armed insurrections” of the fringy Right turn out to be unarmed non-insurrections.

2017 was tough year for Rand Paul. In addition to his near-deadly experience on the ball field, he was the victim of a felonious cheap shot by an unhinged next-door neighbor, Rene Boucher. The attack sent Paul to the hospital and left him with six broken ribs and bruised lungs. At trial, Boucher claimed Paul had stacked a pile of brush too close to their property line, but, as NBC News reported at the time, “Earlier accounts of the incident suggested bad blood between the neighbors, who have known each other for roughly 17 years, including a dispute over a property line and possible distaste for Paul’s politics, as well as those of his father, former Texas Rep. Ron Paul.”

In August of last year, Paul and his wife were surrounded and menaced by a mob during their walk from the White House back to their hotel following Donald Trump’s RNC acceptance speech.

“I take these threats immensely seriously,” Paul tweeted on Monday. “As a repeated target of violence, it is reprehensible that Twitter allows C-list celebrities to encourage violence against me and my family.”

Paul was speaking of pathetic pop singer Richard Marx, who seems to have nothing better to do these days than stalk Republican senators. “I’ll say it again,” he said in a since-deleted tweet. “If I ever meet Rand Paul’s neighbor I’m going to hug him and buy him as many drinks as he can consume.”

Wow. Stay classy, Dick.

And stay strong, Rand and Kelley Paul. Stay strong.