guns don’t kill people - the second amendment kills people.
In light of the Virginia Tech shootings this week, CNN.com today juxtaposed two very different commentaries debating both sides of a heated argument: gun control. On the pro-control side, we have Tom Plate, former editor of the LA Times. On the anti-control side, we have none other than crazy-ass Ted Nugent.
Plate’s article takes an angle more focused on the sadly commonplace status of guns in American society, and he also speaks on his experience of being robbed at gunpoint a month ago. I’m on his side - I agree that because guns are nearly everywhere, no one is safe anywhere.
Ted Nugent, however, presents a pretty weak, not to mention silly, argument. He lists incidents in which ordinary citizens have been able to defend themselves and others in dangerous situations by using firearms. The problem is that these dangerous situations all involved some sort of maniac brandishing -guess what?- a gun.
My thoughts on gun control go something like this: it’s too late for America. We’ve been taking full advantage of the right to bear arms for so long, it would be nearly impossible to reverse the effects. Even if outlawed, could they ever be eliminated completely? I’m inclined to say no - after all, look at the Prohibition. We live in a culture where, like it or not, we have guns and they’re not going away.
The unfortunate truth is those of us who don’t own guns have to trust those who do to use and care for them wisely, and that isn’t something I’m prepared to do. So what about us? Should we resign ourselves to being at the mercy of the gun-toters? Aside from holding our breath and crossing our fingers when we drive through shady neighborhoods or walk down a dark alley, I don’t see much other choice.
It’s sad that school shootings, accidental firings, and drive-bys have become so prevalent in American society. But thanks to the Second Amendment and its many interpretations since it was created in 1789, they are. Somehow, I think the Founding Fathers might have given some pause to their words if they had known what would become of them.
my little patriot.
Last night, Kya practiced her Pledge of Allegiance whilst sitting on the toilet. Her version includes the phrases “tuna republic” and “one nation, under frog.”
Happy Friday. It’s going to be a lovely weekend.
please help.
Yes, those are my feet. Yes, I’m wearing those ugly, styrofoam clogs. Let me make this very clear: I abhor this style of footwear. These do not belong on anyone who isn’t an employee of a medical facility, and when I see people wearing them in public, I want to grab them by the shoulders and violently shake them.
But I needed something to wear whilst mowing my yard, and they were only $5 at the grocery store.
Yet there is a little voice inside me that says I can’t justify this. I mean, what’s next? A knockoff Louis Vuitton purse? I shudder to think. I’m considering a clog-burning at the end of the summer.
By the way, my legs are not nearly as manly as they look in this picture, I swear. It’s just a bad angle.
