Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Proud to Be an American
My thoughts on the Va Tech massacre are pretty much you know what, I give up. I’m not shocked, I’m not surprised, I give up. The gun lobby has too much power and too much money; to even sit here and think we’re gonna have serious change re: the gun laws is silly. So let’s stop with the “national grieving”, let’s stop with the utter shock. Let’s go about our day, shrug our shoulders and say “well, that’s the price someone else pays so that I can stock my house with a ton of guns.” You know, to “protect my family.” I don’t want one goddam politician or NRA dude onscreen crying, using some air time to squeeze out some tears about this “tragedy.” I want Charlton Heston on the screen with an AK-47 shouting “from my cold, dead hands!!” Cause that’s what we’ve chosen. We keep hiding behind the Constitution (which, if I recall from school a million years ago, has something ironically enough called “amendments.” Hmm.) so that my getting blown away on the street by anyone who has waited thru the 11-minute waiting period and “background check” is worth it so that we can all fortify ourselves. Being able to buy as many guns as I want is way more inportant than most anything in this country; certainly more valuable to us than these 33 (so far) people that were executed. So stop crying, stop whining. We still get to stock up on guns. We should be more fucking shocked this doesn’t happen at least once a week. And the NRA’s stance on “well, all the kids at the school should’ve been equipped with guns” is, in a word, brilliant. What better mix than guns, kids and alcohol? The price of being an American. Don't like it? Move to Canada, you fucking pussy; I'm buying a gun store.
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...where at least you know yer free~and ya won't ferget yer slingshot and yer round of ammuneee...cuz you'll gladly stand up and shoot right back next time they shoot at ye...cuz there ain't no Imus anymore....
My brief thoughts.
The posturing by gun control advocates and gun rights advocates is grotesque, but also unavoidable. That this kid took the time and engaged in the preparation he did dispels any belief that beefier gun control laws would have played a significant part in averting this tragedy. Conversely, the idea that college student should be easier to arm to avert such a tragedy is ludicrous.
The massacre is jarring, and the calls for immediate legal redress are understandable. But this is still a free country with the body count to prove it. 17,000 die at the hands of drunk drivers every year. I suspect that a significant portion were killed by younger drivers who became inebriated after 11 pm.
So why not a federal ban on serving alcohol after 11 pm or an increase in the drinking age to 25?
For two reasons.
First, we don't even discuss it because the drunk-driving fatalities die in a drip-drip-drip fashion, too pedestrian for the media (and drunk drivers rarely mail weird videos before they turn on the ignition).
Second, there is a still a healthy struggle between dangerous freedom and molly-coddling insulation in this country. For every grieved person who would ban all guns and who would not even countenance a gun in their midst, there is a grieved person who owns 4 saying "I need to get a better gun."
But don't, as Xmastime suggests, move to Canada. This is how it works in Canadian massacres (Lepine was their Cho):
Yet the defining image of contemporary Canadian maleness is not M Lepine but the professors and the men in that classroom, who, ordered to leave by the lone gunman, meekly did so, and abandoned their female classmates to their fate — an act of abdication that would have been unthinkable in almost any other culture throughout human history. The “men” stood outside in the corridor and, even as they heard the first shots, they did nothing. And, when it was over and Gharbi walked out of the room and past them, they still did nothing. Whatever its other defects, Canadian manhood does not suffer from an excess of testosterone.
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