This cartoon was in the Chicago Tribune in 1934. Look carefully at the plan of action in the lower left corner. (Someone emailed this to me and I had to repost it.)
I find it amazingly sad that many folks who do not own or use firearms are being so easily persuaded to give up their (and my) rights in such a wholesale fashion. How can supposedly mature, full grown, adult human beings not realize that giving up your basic human rights to try to fix one problem will only lead to the loss of other rights as well? Okay, right now the hot button issue is gun control. What have we got here in NY now? Hey, our illustrious Governor, who rammed through the SAFE Act in the dead of night, is offering $500 to turn in your neighbors if you “think” they have illegal firearms.
Hell, in New Jersey you could make a cool $1000! Nothing like neighbor turning on neighbor. Divide and conquer, n’est pas? This whole “turn in your guns” schtick is not a new concept. Check out this article with some great historical info (i.e. Facts).
We’re battening down the hatches here in New York. The predicted snow amounts keep changing, but it sounds like we are going to get whomped. (pretty sure that’s a technical weather term) The whompage is probably going to be significant, if you base your guess on the screaming blizzard warning that flashed across my iPhone this afternoon.
Knowing that we’re in for it, we decided to see if we could get the one hundred or so year old snow blower a friend gave us working again. It took about four hours of work. Thankfully, I married MacGyver. Equally fortuitous is that we love Campbell’s soups in our household. Let me show you why.
Thanks Campbell’s! Soup is good food! (And good machine parts in a pinch)
I’m not in the habit of making mountains out of mole hills. When I first saw this splashed around the internet, I laughed. What’s the big deal, I thought. So Nancy Pelosi had overstepped her bounds once again and inserted some absent female congressional members into a recent photograph she had commissioned. Who would it hurt, right? In the grand scheme of things who’ll ever look back and give a rat’s patootie who was or was not there? Unless one of the late comers was actually committing a crime during the time the photo was being taken and hoped to use it as an alibi, what’s the problem?
After thinking about it for about five minutes, I came up with another take on it. It’s ironic that Nancy Pelosi, the target of many a freakish photoshopped image of herself, see’s no problem with this photo. It’s of all of the ladies of the 113th Congress and actually a lovely, colorful photo. There’s only one issue: not all of these ladies were actually present for the taking of said photo. Continue reading
The tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut has cast a pall on our area. We are only about 40 miles from there. Folks working in nearby Ridgefield, CT lost their children. It is a nightmare, only made worse by the time of year.
I’ve said it before. I am a gun owner. I shoot sporting clays. I follow all the rules and jump through every hoop there is so I can own my firearms safely and enjoy my sport. Myself and my fellow shooters have remained quiet in this week following the shooting out of respect for the gravity of the situation. On my Facebook timeline, I have watched as friends have posted memorial messages and photos from the funerals. Most have been so very respectful, as is expected.
But, among my friends, a few have started to publish very harsh posts aimed at gun owners. We’re being equated with the perpetrator or we’re being patronized as they implore us to “turn in your guns” as if we were all gang members waiting to go on a rampage. I stayed quiet for as long as I could, but I finally decided that being quiet simply was not something I could continue to do. I did reply to one friend’s questioning of why the NRA has no fund for victims of gun violence with a short, simple response.
Then came “S”. She is one of my friends from town. Every day she has posted heartfelt posts about the shooting. They have been constant however the tone has now changed substantially. I couldn’t sit by any more and so I added a comment. I’m no expert on any one subject. For better or for worse, here’s the convo. I am C, she is S, her husband is Ste. The others are just some of her friends. I’ve hidden the names to protect the…whatever. Continue reading
Our paths lead us, long and lonely
From the arms of those we love
Waves wash over our heart’s sorrows
As we reach to the heavens above
Do not ever look back in anger
Forward facing find your glory
In the end we’re only ashes
Each day we write our own story.
Thankfully, the Presidential election is over. Being what is usually defined as a libertarian, and not having a horse in the race (at least not a horse worth a damn), I had truly grown tired of the endless robo-calls, requests for my money, and political phone polls. While Hurricane Sandy dealt a terrible blow to our area, the silver lining was that all forms of electronic communication ceased from the 29th of October until November 6th. And I did not miss any of it.
So, life goes on. I knew it would. Sure, my guy didn’t win. But that’s only because my guy doesn’t seem to exist. I’m not thrilled with some of the direction this country is headed in. And I was all primed to get torqued up about it before the storm hit. For some strange reason, now, I’ve entered a sort of “Zen Zone”. I’m calmer. I’m ready to move on. It may just be that I simply don’t have the strength to bitch and convulse about the state of the union any more.