Archive for September, 2007

…and Giuliani’s pandering escalates…

September 23, 2007

I guess it was expected that Rudolph Giuliani would speak before a gathering of the National Rifle Association sooner or later, but even so, I can’t help but think he and his people have audacity to spare in coming before us and saying he believes in protecting our rights when his record so clearly indicates otherwise. Perhaps it’s another indication of the strength of the hand we’re playing with in the poker game of politics, but still it’s quite insulting to see him come forth and tell us he’s on our side now. A glimpse behind the curtain:

“Your right to bear arms is based on a reasonable degree of safety,” he said.

No. My right to bear arms is based on the premise that I have the right to exist and to defend that existence by any means I can manage from any threat that comes down the pike, from a mugger on up to a government bent on my enslavement.

“I believe that law enforcement should focus on enforcing the laws that exist on the books as opposed to passing new extensions of laws,” he said.

You mean, like the Sullivan Act which you once-upon-a-time advocated as a model for the rest of the country?

Giulaini explained the lawsuit he initiated in 2000 against gun manufacturers by saying that he was “excessive in everyway that I could think of in order to reduce crime” but said that “intervening events” like September 11th had caused his views to evolve. “I think that lawsuit has gone in the direction that I don’t agree with.”

Somehow I can’t help but think the only thing that caused your view to evolve, Mr. Giuliani, is your decision to run for president. And I don’t really know what different “direction” that lawsuit has taken, other than just the gun dealers taking the fall as opposed to the manufacturers too. You were wrong to file the damned lawsuit in the first place.

Really now. When I read about this speech to the NRA, I thought of a few things…


Rudolph Giuliani has betrayed the American people time and time again, and absolutely nothing he says can undo that betrayal. I am sure I am not the only one who can’t wait to see this campaign get to the point that he’s forced to go on back to New York because of Fred Thompson, or Duncan Hunter. It’s not even 7:30, and I think I need a drink already…


Another Of Those "Amen" Moments

September 22, 2007

Just heard this song from Jared Pete Gile at Radio Free Texas, and yes, I was saying, “amen to that…”

I don’t really know who’s to blame but it’s plain to see that things have changed
Country music just ain’t what country music was before
Pure sh*t coming out of my radio I feel worse than an inmate on death row
And I guess I just don’t know what good country music is anymore

That new duo Big and Rich make me madder than a son of a bitch
When I hear that their songs are new the top of the charts
Cause they bring a little midget out on stage and make him dance around like he’s their slave
What they’re doing to that little feller it just breaks my heart

What would Hank Williams say
About the crap that they’re calling country music today
Didn’t this used to be about the songs
Could somebody tell me just what in the hell is going on

Let’s talk about ole Tim McGraw the biggest hypocrite I ever saw
Too much pop in your country well Tim I ain’t buying that
Cause yesterday on my TV I saw you and Nelly on CMT
And I hear Snoop Doggy Dogg is shooting a video with Rascal Flatts

What would Hank Williams say
About the crap that they’re calling country music today
Didn’t this used to be about the songs
Could somebody tell me just what in the hell is going on

And I hate when ole Kenny Chesney goes to playing air guitar
And I can’t believe the old lead singer for Poison was a judge on Nashville Star
And ole Toby Keith probably wouldn’t agree but I think that it’s wrong
When a tune called “Who’s your Daddy?” is considered a hit country song

What would Hank Williams say
About the crap that they’re calling country music today
Didn’t this used to be about the songs
Could somebody tell me just what in the hell is going on

Well these are tough times to be living through it’s a shame country music lost Chris Ledoux
Not to mention Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash and even ol Conway
But at least they wrote songs I could understand Today I guess I’m just not a smart enough man
Save a horse ride a cowboy what does that mean anyway

What would Hank Williams say
About the crap that they’re calling country music today
Didn’t this used to be about the songs
Could somebody tell me just what in the hell is going on

And if you’re not listening to RFT, well, you oughta be…

Shall We Play A Game?

September 22, 2007

Let’s call it, “How Many Guns In My Collection Or Guns I Have Owned Would Be Banned If Sarah Brady Had Gotten What She Wanted From The Klintons.”
Via JR comes a reminder of what could have happened in the early 1990s on the gun front had the gun-grabbers not overplayed their hand and gotten their nether regions smacked by the voters: the onerous legislation that came to be known as “Brady Bill II.” This is what caught my attention:

“Saturday Night Specials” would be outlawed. They would be defined as:

1. A handgun with any parts made of zinc alloy.
2. Any handgun that uses .22 short ammunition. Many guns that use .22 long rifle can also use .22 short, and would thus be banned.
3. Any revolver with a barrel less than 3 inches.
4. Any semi-automatic pistol with combined height and length of less than 10 inches.
5. Any seme-automatic pistol without a “positive manually operated safety device.”

That’s four of my guns that would be gone right there —
Revolver with a barrel less than 3 inches long: Ruger SP101, 2.25″ barrel
Semi-auto pistol with combined height & length of less than 10″: Very likely my Kimber Tactical Ultra II — that’s right, friends, that thousand-dollar pistol would have been classified as a “Saturday Night Special.”
Any semi-automatic pistol without a “positive manually operated safety device” — Both of my Ruger P-series pistols.
That’s four of my guns gone, and we’re not through yet!

All magazines which hold more than 6 rounds would be outlawed. Possession of existing magazines with a larger capacity would be allowed under the same terms as currently applicable to possession of machine guns: a 10-point FBI fingerprint; an expensive federal tax; and possession only allowed if a letter of authorization from the local police chief is obtained.

There would go my other 1911s — 7-rounders for the .45s, and 8-rounders for the 10mm — because I’m betting there’s no way in hell I could have afforded that federal tax. The smart money says the Bradys would have gotten that tax indexed to inflation, and there’s no telling what it could have come to. No doubt the gun manufacturers would have done their best to adapt, but considering the black market that would have come about for guns that could accommodate magazines holding more than 6 rounds, I have no doubt said guns would have been next on the ban ‘n’ confiscate list. Looks like my current magic number is 7; that’s 7 of my guns I’d have had to turn in or face jail time, fines, or whatever those cretins decided the punishment would have been for failure to comply.
And then there are all the taxes and fees that would have come about; Dave Kopel mentions a $300 fee for an arsenal license, where an arsenal is defined as more than 20 firearms or 1,000 rounds of ammunition — and magazines and parts of the action would have been defined as firearms for the purposes of the bill. This fee would have to have been paid every three years.
Then there were all the various taxes on guns and ammunition, and on another site I saw a mention of fees on range visits as well — to the tune of almost $100 per visit — and then there was a mention of no ranges permitted in counties with populations of over 200,000 people. As of 2005, the population of Jefferson County, TX was 243,914 (source). So no more gun club, and Mr. Leger out on Highway 90 would have had to close his range.
Scary stuff to contemplate, indeed, all of it…thank God the voters threw the gun-grabbers out in 1994, as you see what the damn Clintons got through Congress in just a couple of years (the Brady Bill and the AWB). It’s frightening to think what they could have done with even another two years.
And, as Kopel says, “It would be interesting to know which, if any, items from the Brady II bill are rejected today by the Brady Campaign or the political candidates which it has endorsed.” I’d bet they still support every last one of those items — they just grew a brain after the 1994 elections and shut up about most of them. Well, most of them grew a brain, that is — you’re still going to find idiots like Josh Sugarmann and the Culturologist with the mail-order degree who think every last one of those items should be the law of the land.
In any event, it’s a sobering reminder of what could have been…

Rita Reflections: Running From the Devil, or The Storm America Forgot

September 21, 2007

I know I didn’t say much about it a year ago, and I think that had to do with the fact that I had a raging case of new gun euphoria, and that I was worrying about my last semester of college. It seems now, though, that life has finally calmed for me after the last couple of years, and I find myself thinking of this day two years ago, September 21, 2005 — the day I ran from the approaching Hurricane Rita.
If I remember right, I had gone to work about 10 or 11 that morning. I was still working retail, and it was fairly busy with people stocking up on hurricane supplies, non-perishable food, stuff like that. A dear friend of mine had called me a couple of days earlier — I think it was Sunday night, Sept. 18 — asking me if I was going to evacuate. I told her no.
“Are you crazy?!”
“Kimberly, honey, it’s going to be hitting about 100 miles on the other side of Galveston, I think we’ll be fine.” At the time the storm had been on track to hit Matagorda Bay, between Galveston and Corpus on the Texas coast.
As it turned out, though, the storm track shifted up the coast in the next couple of days and on Wednesday, Sept. 21, if I remember right, it looked like Rita was going to come ashore somewhere between Galveston and Freeport — just about too close for comfort. I started seriously debating whether I was going to evacuate, but I finally made my decision as I saw many of my coworkers getting their checks and signing the evacuation list. So I called my mother, as I was standing in line to get my check.
“Hey, would it be all right if I went ahead and went to Sulphur Springs?”
“Yeah, that’d be ok.” The original plan was for me to hitch a ride with my mother and two sisters as they were headed east, to central Louisiana to ride out the storm. But I was worried about sitting in that horrendous evacuation traffic crowded like sardines in her Tahoe, and plus I was worried about things I would lose if I left it behind. I know it might sound selfish, but I wanted to have some things to start over with just in case it did come to that. The next call I made was to my uncle on my mother’s side in Sulphur Springs, some 75 miles east of Dallas and 275 miles inland from the Golden Triangle. We had talked a couple of days earlier and they told me I was welcome to come up there.
“Hey, I’m gonna go home, pack some stuff and head that way.”
“All right, be careful. We’ll have supper for you when you get here.”
After I got my check, I swung over to the local Academy to pick up some extra ammo just in case. Stupid of me not to already have the extra on hand, but I was still a bit of a noob to the self-defense world and the realities of hurricane evacuation. They didn’t have my ammo of choice — 230-grain Federal Hydra-Shok in .45acp — so I picked up some Winchester JHPs instead.
I got home about 2 that afternoon. As I remember it was sunny with a few clouds, and rather warm as Southeast Texas Septembers are. I backed my car into the slot there in the parking lot in front of my apartment, cleared out the trunk and the back seat and started packing. Over the next 2 1/2 hours I put everything in that car that would fit — books, cds, clothes, all my electronics save for my TV and dvd player, that thing was packed to the gills when I was done. For good measure, the Ruger P90 I’d picked up about a month earlier went loaded in a holster directly under the seat, and about 4:30 I pulled out, uncertain of what I’d be coming back to. I stopped at the Exxon down the road to get some gas for the car — wonder of wonders, they still had some! — and put about $10 worth in it, thinking that’d be enough to get me to at least the other side of Lufkin before I had to fill up again.
I headed out of town on Highway 69 , and the traffic was pretty light for the first 10 miles or so. I was thinking, “Hey, this isn’t so bad, looks like I made the right choice to get out.” Unfortunately, a few minutes later I found I thought too soon that the traffic wasn’t going to be bad. Just before the Highway 69/IH-10 split on the south side of town, traffic came almost to a standstill as they were diverting people from Houston this way. Stop’n’go traffic, oh boy, this means the car’s gonna be runnin’ hot, which means AC off and windows down…and so it was, over the next 2 1/2 hours through Beaumont and Hardin County.
I fared much better than most, though. The rest of my family — with the exception of my stepdad, who if I remember correctly waited till Friday to get out — went from the Bolivar Peninsula to the Lafayette, Louisiana area, and it took them almost 9 hours to to make that ~175-mile trek, with two toddlers along for the ride. Fun stuff, or maybe not so much. Metropolitan Houston had it even worse — at one point it was 19 hours from Galveston to Dallas, and 24 from Galveston to San Antonio.
Even before I made it to Woodville, halfway between Beaumont and Lufkin, traffic was flowing normally again. It was much better than I thought it would be; I really thought traffic would be locked up at least to Lufkin if not further than that.
Through it all I was strangely not so stressed. There was a little bit, of course, but I was thinking back to the same time the year before, as what I thought would have been forever was going into its death spiral and “I want to be just friends” was far too close into the future. And THAT was a fat lot worse than any hurricane, for a bruised heart, a broken trust and a shattered sense of self-worth are a hell of a lot more difficult to replace than, say, a couch, bed or computer. I found myself thinking about her as I was shooting up Highway 69 south of Tyler and Cross Canadian Ragweed’s self-titled “purple” cd was in the player…

“…Look at you, high on your pedestal, and gettin’ off on lookin’ down on me…our situation’s gone from bad to critical, and I think it’s time one of us started movin’ our feet…I don’t need you criticizin’ me, I don’t need you walkin’ all over me, I don’t need you always tellin’ me what to do…and I don’t need you…”

I pulled into my grandmother’s driveway about 11:30 or so, and my uncle was still up; he helped me unload all my things out of the car and we put it all in the spare bedroom, where it was to stay for the next three weeks. We stayed up and talked for a little bit as I ate, and I think I got to bed about midnight or so. Little did I know that as I was running from Rita, about 10 the night before if I remember right, she had strengthened to a Category 5 monster with winds of about 175 mph and was headed for High Island, which would have put us on the dirty side of the storm, with all the wind and water….

More Political Musings for Your Friday Morning — Rudy ‘n’ Fred

September 21, 2007

Once again, Tamara hammers the nail right on the head:

…people aren’t lining up to board the Rudy train because he’s another RINO, anti-gun, big city, northeastern politician; Kerry with an elephant; Dukakis with more red in his bunting. I’m about as “socially conservative” as… well, metaphor fails me. I’m not at all socially conservative, but I wouldn’t vote for Rudy Giuliani at gunpoint, and neither would anyone else I know South of the Mason-Dixon or West of the Mississippi. If the GOP wants a sure loss in ’08, they’re welcome to continue with this big media Giuliani circle jerk, but don’t expect me to join in.

Said nail-hammering was in response to Ace’s contention here that conservatives aren’t lining up to support Giuliani because they’re waiting on another Reagan. And like Tam, I am 100 percent sure that isn’t the case. Every single complaint I’ve heard about Giuliani has to do with the fact that he’s an authoritarian statist who will unhesitatingly throw various civil and natural rights under the bus for the sake of maintaining law and order — not the fact that he isn’t the reincarnation of the Gipper (and if he was, even then he’d still be flawed, for as I recall, Reagan supported both the Brady Bill and the AWB). Such doctrinaire analysis is the exact reason I don’t read the big political blogs nearly as much as I used to — they don’t have nearly as good a reading of what’s going on as they like to think, and not to mention the fact there are at least a few out there who would be willing to throw said rights away for the sake of The Party getting the upper hand.
Next up, we have fundie James Dobson on Fred Thompson:

…Fred Thompson, who was once seen as the savior of conservatives, isn’t getting any better news of late. Evangelical Christian leader James Dobson, in an email message to friends, said he could not support the former Tennessee Senator, according to the AP.
“Isn’t Thompson the candidate who is opposed to a Constitutional amendment to protect marriage, … favors McCain-Feingold, won’t talk at all about what he believes, and can’t speak his way out of a paper bag on the campaign trail?” Dobson asked. “He is apparently the Great Hope that burns in the breasts of many conservative Christians? Well, not for me, my brothers. Not for me!”

Yes, well, Jimmy, as far as this conservative Christian is concerned, you and all your followers can go take a flying leap off a cliff outfitted with wings made of lead. I am as much of a conservative and a Christian as anyone, but as far as I can tell, kowtowing to Dobson and his ilk to the extent they would like would ultimately be any candidate’s undoing. And then where would we be? We’d be stuck with President Obama or yet another President Clinton, and very likely with a Democratic Congress to boot. It was bad enough in the early ’90s…and there’s no guarantee we’d see another 1994-style GOP takeover of Congress. I am by no means comparing Dobson and his people to the radical Islamists now running Iran, but I seem to recall reading here and there that Jimmy Carter actually supported the 1979 overthrow of the shah of Iran and the country’s ultimate rule by Ayatollah Khomeini because, like Carter, Khomeini was supposedly a “man of God.” It may be a reduction ad absurdum, and it might not even be true, but it still works as a great example of how supporting someone because of a common religious fervor may ultimately backfire — and in a big way in the case of Carter’s support of the shah’s overthrow. But if Dobson and his people are even half as irrelevant as I think they might be, I think Fred! will do just fine. Here’s hoping…

Would It Be Wrong Of Me…

September 20, 2007

to call this pseudo-intellectual feminist claptrap?

I’m disappointed that Foster–who won an Oscar for her intelligent and poignant performance as a rape survivor in “The Accused”–has chosen to portray a woman who buys a gun and turns into an almost cartoon-like shooting machine.
How about a flick that shows formidable women using their brains, power and sex appeal to take the guns away from the guys without using physical force? Maybe Foster can play someone like, Nancy Pelosi, Barbara Boxer Diane Feinstein, or Hillary Clinton; intelligent, powerful women who have consistently voted for gun control, getting them an F rating by gun lobbyists.

It would seem the author of this blithering idiocy believes the woman lying raped and strangled in the alleyway is indeed morally superior to the woman with the 1911 in her hand and a dead rapist at her feet. There really aren’t any words for the evil that’s at the foundation of such a belief, if you ask me. Once again, that might sound extreme, but self-defense is our right and duty — and the gun controllers would rob us of the most effective means of it, and for what? One more time, gun control has not worked anywhere it’s been tried, and I just. Do. Not. Believe. That there’s any reason we can let people who espouse and promote such ideas get away with it any longer. We need to start calling this exactly what it is — pure, unmitigated evil — or, perhaps more accurately, keep calling it that.
As for “formidable women using their brains, power and sex appeal to take the guns away from the guys without using physical force,” well, friends, that is just an out-and-out LIE, and that’s all there is to it. Why? Because the four women in question really wouldn’t be using their “brains, power and sex appeal” to take those guns away. They’d be sending other men with guns behind badges of federal authority to take those guns away, and one more time, it’d come down to violence settling the issue, one way or another. But then I guess that wouldn’t fit the feminist narrative Ms. Kobrin was trying to spin. How ironic that these people preach female empowerment yet would strip them of one of the most effective tools for said empowerment. Seems to me that the feminist movement as envisioned by Sandra Kobrin and her ilk is little more than a paper tiger, all talk and no action, or all hat and no cattle as the old Texas idiom goes. Whatever you want to call it, whatever credibility these people still have is ample testimony to the truth of the old saying, “there’s a sucker born every minute.”
(h/t Armed and Safe — welcome back, bud!)

‘Twas a good Wednesday…

September 19, 2007

…because I went shooting, ordered a new gun and got one back in from the shop!
The day started early, out at the gun club with my stainless Ruger P89 and half a box of 9mm. After a year of shooting .45 — I don’t even remember the last time I shot the 9mm — it felt almost like a BB gun. A rather snappy BB gun, but still, it seemed like it was a LOT different than what I remembered. I suppose that might have something to do with my 10mm adventures as well, but in any event I did have a lot of fun. But as they say, even a bad day at the range beats a good day at work! Somebody left a good number of .38 Special cases laying on the concrete, and I thought, hey, that’s free money there! So I picked them up, as well as my 9mm and a few .40S&W cases and am going to save them to recycle later when I get more. From what I understand, the price of brass has been going up as well, though I don’t know what that price is. I’ve been pondering the idea of getting a household-size trash can and filling it up with brass people leave, whether or not I reload it. I’d be a little skittish about reloading range pickups because of the uncertainties — how many times it was loaded (if any), how hot the loads were and all that. As far as 9mm, .38 and .40S&W go, I don’t shoot enough 9mm to really justify the time involved, I’d rather shoot .357 Magnum to avoid crud buildup in the chambers, and as for .40, well, regular readers already know I shoot a REAL middle-bore pistol cartridge. 😉 Ah keed, Ah keed, of course…but once again, I still think it’s what should be on the shelves instead of the .40.
Speaking of the big bad Centimeter cartridge, I swung by my friendly local fun dealer FFL today and asked him to find me a Dan Wesson Razorback to keep the Kimber Stainless Target II company in the safe and double the 10mm fun. I think it’ll be running me about $800-850 depending on the markup, but we’ll see. I would have gotten it earlier this summer, but I found myself in a bit of a bind and have been working my way out of it. Such is life, though, and it could have been a lot worse. I am unsure how long it will take for him to find the pistol, but it may be no more than a couple of weeks.
Finally, as I was at said FFL’s shop, he opened his safe and pulled out a box and said, “I think this is for you.” It was my Springfield Loaded 1911 that had to go back to the shop to remedy a jamming problem. That was actually what I had primarily gone down there to find out about, to see if it was in. Springfield has a pretty good turn around time and I was thinking this time it’d be no different. And it wasn’t! According to the work order, Springfield’s 1911 wizards replaced the extractor and modified the breech wall. I have about 80 rounds on hand of .45acp, and this weekend I’ll be going to pick up a box and see how she runs now.
So yeah, it was a good day, and more fun is yet to come!

Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine?

September 18, 2007

I must say, seeing this in the Houston Chronicle this morning just really rubbed me the wroooong way…

Tickets are sold out, fans are in tears and parents are in an uproar. Sound like a Duran Duran tale from the ’80s — or N’ Sync in the ’90s? No way. There’s a new tour furor, and it’s over ‘tween sensation Miley Cyrus, star of Disney Channel’s Hannah Montana.
Her Nov. 11 show at Toyota Center sold out Saturday in five minutes. Now the only way to get tickets is at inflated prices from ticket brokers or individuals.
Among parents dismayed by the fast Houston sellout and subsequent price gouging is Sandra Isget of Groveton. Having promised her 8-year-old son she’d get tickets, she wound up paying $629 for two seats to a Bossier City, La., show via Ticket Exchange, a service of Ticket Master, which allows fans to sell or buy among each other.
“I didn’t trust eBay, because you don’t know who those people are,” Isget said.
Now she’s having buyer’s remorse.
“It was supposed to be something light-hearted and fun, and it’s turned into something more expensive than our monthly mortgage,” Isget said. “My son has no knowledge of us going into credit-card debt to get the tickets. I thought it would be worth it — that it would compensate for my own mental anguish — but it leaves me with such a bad feeling. I’d promised him. How far am I willing to go to keep that promise. If I refused, that only hurts him.

She prooomised him. Oh, the humanity!
Good grief. Is it wrong of me to say that I have absolutely no sympathy whatsoever for people like this? I believe the phenomenon seen described in those last three paragraphs is known as letting your mouth write a check your ass can’t cash — although, to be fair, the lady didn’t say she couldn’t afford them, just that she’d be going into debt. But still, if they can’t afford the tickets at whatever price they end up having to pay, well, that’s life. And maybe if she’d been as aware as she should have been, she wouldn’t have made that promise — although she really shouldn’t have made it so blindly in the first place. I don’t really care for the scalping phenomenon myself, but if ~$315 a seat is what the market will bear, well, that’s life. It’s full of disappointments, but I think we all learned that right about the time we learned to talk and dealt with it accordingly. Were I to come face-to-face with folks like the above-quoted mother, I’d be sorely tempted to say, “you should have known better, quit your whining, cowgirl up and deal with the choices you made.” Call it callous or cold-hearted, but it’s what I think.

Antis Tip Their Hand Again

September 17, 2007

Via David Codrea at The War On Guns, comes this, on the issue of arming campus police:

Soneson, an associate professor of philosophy and religion, worries more about the potential for mistakes. Last month he shared several stories, including that of Eric Shaw, a 31-year-old man killed by an Iowa City police officer while working in his downtown studio. Officers were in the building looking for a burglar and entered Shaw’s apartment. The officer accused of firing the weapon originally said he thought the cell phone in Shaw’s hand was a gun. He later admitted firing the gun when he flinched.
“These were highly trained police officers,” Soneson said during an open forum on campus last month. “The UNI campus security guards have asked to carry guns for years now. … Guns are unsafe.”

Whaaat? You mean The Only Ones make mistakes TOO? Who’da thunk it?
And of course, leave it to that f**ktard Paul Helmke to take that ball and actually run with it! Or maybe it’s the scissors he’s running with…

I urge everyone, regardless of your point of view on the subject, to watch this short video.

The video clip shows a Federal law enforcement agent, doubtless fully trained in firearm safety, shooting himself in the foot in front of a stunned classroom full of people.

This reinforces the point that guns in school are inherently dangerous. Even trained law enforcement officers can have potentially serious accidents. Teachers should focus on teaching, and janitors on cleaning. If we are concerned about safety in the schools, any guns should be in the hands of trained law enforcement officers.

The Federal agent in question is none other than Lee Paige, the only one professional enough to handle that Glock Fotay. Chutzpah indeed, Mr. Codrea…
But here’s the thing. Time after time, the antis clumsily attempt to hammer home the point that trained LEOs are a step above the ordinary citizens when it comes to handling guns. Yet here we are with one of them bringing up a supposedly trained agent’s mistake. Mr. Codrea makes the observation that the police would eventually be required to turn in their duty weapons when not on duty. Somehow I can’t help but think that they’d go a step further — after they disarmed everyone without a badge, they’d start in on disarming everyone WITH a badge — using, of course, the premise that “guns…are inherently dangerous.” Which over time could very likely lead to only the larger, more physically fit among us being accepted into the law enforcement community. Somehow I can’t help but think that’d be nothing but a very bad thing, that we would indeed be going back to the rule by the young, the strong and the many, as Marko Kloos so artfully put it. I for one really wouldn’t want to risk that, less so since I’d be one of the unfortunates on the wrong end of the stick…and it irks me tremendously that asshats like Paul Helmke would want to take that chance. You wonder why I think antis are either stupid or evil? Well, that’s why…

Another Judgment Of Our Culture

September 15, 2007

…and, as JR says, this is just completely beyond fiskage. Although there are a couple of “points” (and I use that term in its loosest possible sense) that deserve to be addressed:

If it is really that hard for one to lay down their arms and live a life of peace and prosperity, then perhaps it is due to a lack of better things to do. I have thus constructed a list of possible activities to take the place of killing in your weekly planner.
Options range from, but are not limited to: ice skating, basket weaving (a UConn specialty), planting a tree, learning to play an instrument, helping the poor, helping yourself, taking long walks on the beach, and finally, my personal favorite, survivalism taught first hand in the 21st -century epic that you and I know as “Man vs. Wild.”

First up, let’s talk about “helping yourself.” I would argue that becoming versed in the art of the boomstick is “helping yourself” in more ways than one. Off the top of my head? It will aid you in the task of gathering food, make it a lot easier to defend yourself from two- or four-legged predators, and it’s quite the stress reliever; an additional side benefit is the good feeling you get from learning these skills — “Hey, I can do this, it’s really cool that I can rely on myself.”
Taking long walks on the beach? Anyone want to take bets that this guy likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain too? I’d see that bet, go you one better and say it’s his favorite song. Hey, if he gets to make half-witted snarks, then by-george, so do I!
Survivalism — oh, now this one’s just too easy! Anyone wanna pitch in and buy this guy a ticket to, say, the Alaskan backcountry, along with everything he needs, sans projectile weaponry? Unless, of course, he was speaking merely of “survivalism” in, say, a town with no Starbucks. I’d say that’s a safe bet too, but I’d still buy him that plane ticket to Alaska. He’d find out what that whole “survival of the fittest” thing is all about. Bet he’d be rethinking that whole “get rid of the guns” bit as a bear was preparing him for dinner. Call it cruel and unusual, but some people need to experience firsthand the consequences of their misguided idealism.

In case you didn’t get the memo, contrary to what is shown on TV, violence is not an acceptable form of conflict resolution, and the simple, little process called ‘speech’ is much easier and better at solving problems.

For some strange and unknown reason, a quote from sci-fi author Robert Heinlein comes to mind:

Anyone who clings to the historically untrue—and thoroughly immoral—doctrine that “violence never settles anything” I would advise to conjure the ghosts of Napoleon Bonaparte and the Duke of Wellington and let them debate it. The ghost of Hitler could referee, and the jury might well be the Dodo, the Great Auk and the Passenger Pigeon. Violence, naked force, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor, and the contrary opinion is wishful thinking at its worst. Breeds that forget this basic truth have always paid for it with their lives and freedom.

I don’t know much about Heinlein, but I would think he has a much better grasp of history and human nature than does Chris Donnelly, and the same could be said for the peerless Bill Whittle:

To the many who scorn the 2nd Amendment of the US Constitution as the dangerous plaything of illiterate, mindless oafs who enjoy loud noises, let me simply refer you to that great unbiased and incorruptible teacher: History.
Ask yourselves why intellectual elites so love totalitarian states where people are unarmed and dependent sheep. Look at the examples of Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, Mao, and Saddam, and the horrors they have inflicted at will on their own people. And when contemplating your ever-so-sophisticated foreign policy, ask yourselves what compassionate and non-violent options you are left with when facing a determined, heartless bastard like Hitler, Napoleon, Ghengis Khan or Attila.
Some say that the time for real evil like that has finally gone. I hope you are right, I really do. I don’t want to go fight those bastards; I’d rather barbeque and watch the Gators. I’m sure the Jews in 1930 Germany thought such things could never happen again, not in the heart of European culture and civilization. I’m sure every bound and beaten musician, surgeon, philosopher and painter being lined up at the side of a ditch thought exactly that.

No doubt they did think exactly that, Mr. Whittle…no doubt at all.
As for Mr. Donnelly and his pathetic writing and reasoning “skills” (once again, loosest possible sense here)…when I see things like that in print, I am reminded of nothing so much as monkeys flinging shit at the zoo and screeching at whatever it is they screech at. The fact that this is what passes for Reasoned Discourse ™ at a media outlet at a major American university is more than enough to make one think that the apocalypse is indeed nigh. I’d like to think that Mr. Donnelly’s future potential employers would think twice about giving him a job after seeing this tripe, but I am afraid they won’t…and that’s a truly frightening prospect. Trust in the mainstream media may be low now, but seeing things like this, I can’t help but think it’s really going to be scraping the bottom of the barrel in years to come.