Call me a pussy but I have no yearning to bear arms

GunNutsWhat a week, what a week!

First we have to endure the grim news of the death at 71 of ‘Lumpy’ Rutherford of Leave it to Beaver fame. My childhood is being stolen from me via mortality.

Then we see how a bunch of craven politicians in the US Senate appears that the right to bear arms and to be re-elected is much more important than a gaggle of murdered schoolkids.

And finally I learn that air travel is due to get even shittier than it is (if such were possible) and that is thanks to %$#@& climate change.

Of the three, the one that warrants a little more consideration at this point is #2 and it really is a #2 of a point. Or, if you want to look at it another way, folks: “The NRA Rules” according to US political officialdom and public safety is of much less consequence. That, and senatorial ambition trumps any concept of morality and human decency. Calls ‘em as I sees ‘em.

Now, maybe it’s not right that I, a damn lily-livered, week-kneed, possibly crypto-socialist Canuck furriner should have the audacity to criticize that which goes on in the land of the free and the home of the brave. Emphasis on the ‘brave’ part, because it seems you need it these days.

Of course, part of my problem is that I so totally don’t get the gun thing. Not that we don’t have guns in Canada. We do indeed. And we have gun-related crime and all of that crap. But, in all likelihood, if you stroll through one of our malls you will find the significant majority of folks ain’t-a-packin’.

I don’t have a gun. Well, I do, but it’s a pellet-gun and that holds little potential for accidentally blowing away my neighbor or member of the household.

We had guns when I was growing up. Long guns, that is. We had two 12-gauge shotguns and a 22. My old man was actually a crack marksman with a 22 in his day and had trophies to prove it. I too have been known to like target shooting.

I do not hunt. I did a little bird-shooting when I was in my teens; mostly grouse. I ended up feeling sorry for the shot birds so I later eschewed the practice Furthermore, I agree with somebody once who said that the gamy flesh of grouse has an aroma not unlike that of a Parisian prostitute’s bidet. I wouldn’t know about that, but it does smell weird.

I have never shot anything big, like a deer, a moose, or a bear. I have no want to need to. I have done enough guilt-inducing things in my life that I don’t want to add mammal-mayhem to the mix.

I have never fired a handgun. I once, when I was doing the police-beat, got to hold an Uzi. I could see the allure. Not genuinely orgasmic, but fairly close. So, at that moment I got it – sorta. But no fascination lingered with me.

Now, if you do have a handgun in your house statistics show that your chances of being blown away by a handgun – that particular handgun, as a matter of fact – increase about 10,000 percent. And your chances of your kid shooting a neighbor kid or you suffer a manifold increase.

So, at the end of the day, I absolutely don’t get it.

I’ve asked myself if I lived in the US would I get myself armed? I truly cannot answer that, but I hope not. I’d end up shooting myself, or the postman, or some other innocent sort.

Well get back to Lumpy’s sad demise and climate change at another time.

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4 responses to “Call me a pussy but I have no yearning to bear arms

  1. I don’t get the point either. Funny, I remember after Newtown how everyone was saying this, finally, would change things. That made me laugh, cynic that I am.

    Guns don’t kill people, trigger happy idiots with access to guns kill people. For no other reason than they can.

  2. I’m with Jazz on this… and you, too.

  3. I agree…Perhaps the only way for these politicians to truly understand is for some gun-toting idiot to shoot up Congress…I would never do that since I think the only people who should have hand guns are the military and the cops, be they feds, state or local…

    Wish I could immigrate…really.

  4. I don’t get the gun thing. Our Constitution says we can have them, so…okay. Cool. But I don’t get it. And it doesn’t say we can own assault rifles, but for some reason people think it does.

    Lithus owns a gun, because there are contracts he flies on that requires them to have one in the cockpit (for alligators and bears, in case of emergency landings). We realized we had no idea where the key to the gun lock was, and couldn’t access the weapon. He laughed and said “but at least I have it in the cockpit!” Yeah, he doesn’t get the gun thing, either. But he’s Canadian, so maybe that’s part of it.

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