France and Paris have very strict gun control laws — even the police are unarmed — which seems about as “honest” as every gun-grabber expects the U.S. to be about gun control: Just get rid of guns.
Let’s have that honest conversation. I prefer the honesty of meeting evil force with like force, quickly and decisively. I prefer the honesty of protecting those we love with the hard promise that we will kill, decisively and quickly, anyone who aims to harm them. I’d prefer to let my child know that, like the President, she deserves nothing less than vigilance and protection afforded by good citizens armed with equal force to meet the bad ones. Everything else is a political agenda full of sound and fury, signifying nothing but a surrender of beautiful Reason for cheap, feel-good superiority.
Every survivor now grieving knows the hollowness of “honest talk” about gun control. If they’d had a gun at that moment, they would have owned the conversation and the outcome.
Click on the pic below for a link to see how some scared rabbit on Upworthy wants it to wring my heart with tears of impotent rage, and wishes that a Unicorn could make all the guns disappear.
It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been on a military base. Today my job required me to get a contractor’s pass. This entailed being “sponsored” by someone within the base’s cadre of clerical managers for contract work. After photo, fingerprints, and some sort of form requiring the surrender of my first-born male child, I was in.
Let me just say that the footlings in the courtesy pass office were surpassed in their cold professionalism only by their lack of humor of any sort.
It’s such a stupid sham of “security.” Let’s make everyone so uncomfortable we can’t tell the innocent-but-intimidated from the evil-but-nervous operators.
But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about the future. I saw it there, at the residence manager’s office. Some small woman comes in and speaks through a window-hole to protest that she was ticketed for having tall weeds in her lawn. “But, they were bushes you folks planted last month that died.”
You see? THIS IS THE WORLD THE LEFT WANTS. Conformity or conviction. Rules instead of reality. Fines instead of finesse.
Maybe this will be my outreach phrase to folks on the Left: you wanna live in a country that’s run like your HOA?
As Iowahawk tweeted, “Obama aims low.”
The CDC has long horned in on the gun control issue, forcing your doctor to ask you about guns in your home, forcing school policy and encouraging modifying behaviors to create a somnolent, tacit agreement amongst the pliable minds: guns=evil.
Well, I’m not going to try to reason with oatmeal and I’m not going to argue with the gun haters. I’m going to tack to another shore: vaccinations and public health.
Guns are a fact of existence at this point. Like bacteria and viruses, which are not moral agents, you are never going to get rid of guns. But if gun violence is a virulent aberration of existence, then treat gun violence with a benign version of itself that has the power to render it harmless: buy a gun and learn how to use it.
Gun-free zones make as much sense as “vaccine-free” kids and both make for easy targeting by aberrant entities. You should avoid gun-free zones and keep your kids out of them just like you should shun people who don’t “believe” in vaccines because they sometimes kill when they should protect.
Be safe out there, everyone.
In a noxious bit of “who fotted?” The Village Voice links to my preceding post in a link-heavy lineup of the Right. I’m in grand company! So I did leave a thought there and to spare you the aggravating popups of a cash-starved blogger page, I’ll just post my comment here:
The ONLY thing that MURDERS people is intent. And the only way any Proggie wet dream of gun control would be fair is to have a world without guns.
Until that dubious day, it is classist, racist, and elitist to deny to any human the dignity of self-protection. Self-protection is the very definition of human dignity.
But the real agenda of the Left is control. Layers and layers of agency and satraps between you and where the blood is. So some piss-panted Prog can sleep in relative guilt-free fantasy. Even your kids know better.
Jake Tapper, the ghoul, has mawkishly tweeted something so hackneyed I swear he got it from a country music song. This, after he slow-jammed the kids’ names and ages on Twitter, like some ghastly performance art. It’s all well and good to gin up emotion, but every Prog with a kid in public school will lie to their child and say, “it’s okay honey, you’ll be safe, no monsters here.” But you’ll feel bad about that and tweet wistfully about precious feelings.
Kids already know that there are monsters. They figure that out when quite young. Even kids in peaceful quiet homes innately know. It’s in our DNA. That knowledge is there to protect us more surely than any Disneyland fantasy of unicorns and world peace. Want your kids to sleep peacefully? Want to tell them the truth? Want to give them a real sense of their worth? Tell them that you love them and you are prepared in a very real way to protect them by any means at your disposal, up to and including laying down your selfish, proggie “feelings” about what safety looks like. Those kids in Israel KNOW they are precious. Kids in some Texas schools know that they really are loved. Hell, the gold in Fort Knox knows it is loved.
Afford every child the dignity and worth that Obama’s girls enjoy.
Larwyn Linx. Thanks!
Might it be prudent for Republicans to acquiesce, for now, to a modified version of Obama’s proposal to keep current income tax rates the same for 98 percent of Americans, while also insisting on maintaining the reduced payroll tax rate of the last two years and reversing the dangerous defense sequester? That deal would be doable, wouldn’t wreck the country, and would buy Republicans time to have much needed internal discussion and debates about where to go next.
It would be a fine strategy if you had an ace up your sleeve. We keep believing the GOP has one.
We keep thinking the GOP is as smart as its base. It is not. It is monocultural to the point of being ingrown, intellectually incestuous as the media pundits require them to be, and fecklessly driven to populism over substance.
It doesn’t matter how many people you put under the GOP “Big Tent” if the anchoring pegs have been carelessly eased out of the ground. The first big gust of resistance imperils the entire assembly.
Oh, and Bill Kristol? If you had to shop for a new career from scratch, today, you’d starve to death. So really, your entire worth depends on what your masters value you at. That tells me you are not your own man, and your words are tempered by a paycheck. STFU.
And Jeb Bush? Sit DOWN! And Marco Rubio and Paul Ryan are both suffering from over-grooming by their in-bred handlers. When they grow up, I hope they’ll be men. Each, in their way, have proven that they are not their own, and thus, they are not for me.
Sarah Palin needs a “Miss Me Yet?” poster.
Peeps, it’s not like I’ve been ignoring you. I’ve been dropping by, here and there. But I’ll be hanged if I think I can add one thing to the whole Mideast Enchilada. Twitter has been my playground of choice because the torrent of events moves faster than I can muster up a proper post about whatever the next outrage is.
I’ve got a full-blown case of news fatigue. You probably do, too. From the outright theft of our money by Bernanke to the lies about the Mideast eruptions, the incredible disdain for free speech. . . I didn’t think I’d live to see it so blatant.
I’m a skeptic with a generous side of sober imagination. I can imagine that we are more than “they” on any given day, but not over the long haul. The political and economic corruption is at pandemic levels and is desperate to hold onto power. That’s not easily overcome. I present to you, a small anecdote, if you will, that proves nothing in particular and yet speaks to the broader sweep of the scythe that’s descending on our heads:
For instance, I’ve recently become acquainted with a member of Mensa. He even gets their magazine. Think of it! Mensa has a magazine, incredibly enough, in case you really don’t know everything already. *snort!* When I saw his magazine on the credenza I snerked he said, “What? You don’t like Mensa?” I said, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that mensa means ‘stupid’ in Spanish. It always makes me chuckle.”
All that to say this: When I had a quiet moment, I quickly thumbed through the Mensa mag. And just from the quick glances and rapid intake of pages I can see where we are being royally eff’d by the elites. Not any Mensa type in particular, but what I saw pulled other things together for me. “They” are building their hive and you won’t be a part of it, except possibly as a drone. They may not overtly express it but, everything they think about, desire, and hope for is that there will ultimately be less of us for them to monitor, correct, control or care for. Lisa Simpson is the best you can hope for. Nancy Pelosis and Eric Holders are more likely.
That gnawing in your gut? You’re powerless to stop it.
Allegiances are being pledged– not to ideals, but to tribes and communities. Solely for the sake of consolidating one’s chances at rising in power and keeping the riffraff out. Or just eliminating you. Or letting you starve in a State hospice. Or corral you. The execrable Jeremiah Wright has laid it out for all to see; tailored for his own community of course, but you get the simple gist:
Disavowal of the Pursuit of “Middleclassness.” Classic methodology on control of captives teaches that captors must be able to identify the “talented tenth” of those subjugated, especially those who show promise of providing the kind of leadership that might threaten the captor’s control. Proverbs 3:13-14 – Happy are those who find wisdom and those who gain understanding, for her income is better than silver and her revenue better than gold.
Those so identified are separated from the rest of the people by:
- Killing them off directly, and/or fostering a social system that encourages them to kill off one another.
- Placing them in concentration camps, and/or structuring an economic environment that induces captive youth to fill the jails and prisons.
- Seducing them into a socioeconomic class system which, while training them to earn more dollars, hypnotizes them into believing they are better than others and teaches them to think in terms of “we” and “they” instead of “us.”
- So, while it is permissible to chase “middleclassness” with all our might, we must avoid the third separation method – the psychological entrapment of Black “middleclassness.” If we avoid this snare, we will also diminish our “voluntary” contributions to methods A and B. And more importantly, Black people no longer will be deprived of their birthright: the leadership, resourcefulness and example of their own talented persons.
Read them all. Collect the whole set.
I share these dark thoughts, not to bring you down, but to help settle you down. All the hand-wringing, second-guessing, electoral pondering and table-pounding is pretty well summed up in what even a goatherd in Somalia knows– because it’s all he’s ever known: The Game is rigged. Best get your tribe together. We are all the Third World now.
I despise those two gaping, tranquil square holes in the ground in NYC. They nauseate me with their deceptive peace and calm and endless waterfall.
3,000 dead. They deserve a monument, not a glorified sepulcher. They deserve towering, awesome beauty and terrible vengeance.
Obama tried to hijack our collective misery and turn it into butterflies of Hope and service. Well, I’m not done with my grief, I’m not blind to the Truth, and I’m not bowing to anybody.
He wants it to be a day of service? I want a day when we serve it up COLD. And finally.
UPDATE: Shoving it in our faces, our President couldn’t resist posting this today.