Wednesday, February 29, 2012


I love to shoot a gun:  it's fun.  What's more kick-worthy than pulling a small trigger and hearing the glorious response, then seeing a bull's eye put out, not a real bull but a target one.  When I was an adolescent, my father took me to the backyard (which had 30 acres) and showed me how to fire a shotgun and a .22 caliber rifle, which became my weapon of choice right after I picked myself up off the ground after firing the shotgun.  He laughed knowing that hard lessons stick.

My Dad as a Young Gun

Over the years, I have used a gun exactly 0 times, having no real occasion to take a life, but there's always tomorrow when the Chinese attack.  

I guess the state of Virginia has special affection for the Second Amendment and the NRA (National Rifle Association); they rank right up there with God's forgiveness and possibly incest.  I postulate that the writers of the Second Amendment did not envision a strong accommodation of mass murder.  We country folks are a patriotic lot and we love our country's flags, both of them.  Mathews even has the Confederate Flag Tour, should you have time on your hands, which is a subset of the Elevated Chassis Pickup Parade.  (I just made those up, but I could conduct a sightseeing tour of those places.)

If memory serves, Virginia has moved hard right in the places we allow guns to be present.  Thank goodness we can attend state parks fully-armed and know that going to a night club is more exhilarating with the added danger of not only getting a STD (sexually transmitted disease), but of being shot by a stray bullet as well.  I like dancing, but hot music should be the motivator, not a sadistic gunslinger.

No Guns Just Queen Anne's Lace
A Member of the Carrot Family

Events of the last few days bring home the reason we should not be accommodating gun lunacy, and yet you know we will.  That is the definition of insanity:  knowing you're driving off a cliff and accelerating.  What would sane people do?  We can only wonder.  

Meanwhile, we oil "Old Betsy" and the familiar amnesia sets in until the next mass shooting by a dissociative miscreant brings us back to reality.


  1. Well said .. too bad we cant clone you and populate those states that dont seem to remember guns dont kill people with guns do... and I do believe CBW looks like your father

  2. I know! Ain't DNA something? I see little Sam in his face too.

    A knife can kill too, but how else would we eat? My father's family lived on what they grew and shot, so same deal.

    However these fancy pants lovers of all things gun are playing us for their own gain and convenience. Somebody has to wise up.

  3. Perhaps the Confederate Tour and the Elevated Chassis Pickup Parade can be a part of the next Blog Fest, if we have one.

    I see Sam in your father's picture too. Amazing.

    Exceptional writing, as always.

  4. Just waiting for the backfire so I can jump for joy...I hope I can still leap when it happens. Great blog!!!

  5. I worry about my job I always think some crazy guy can just pull a gun on me and blow my brains out. Taking peoples money for a living is getting very old. There are too many loons walking around.

    God is great
    beer is good
    people are crazy...

    I guess if that would happen though I would make CNN and Fox,(and see Jesus) some people will do anything for there 10 minutes of fame...

  6. Amen. And sign me up for those tours...I miss you all!

  7. I say amen to that, as well. I also learned gun safety at an early age at the summer camps sponsered by the company my father worked for. My last year at the grand age of 14, I made sharp shooter. Even though it's been years since I fired a weapon, I'm sure I could if I really had to.

    My problem is what's wrong with all these people? I almost hate to watch the news. Idiots shooting other idiots. Idiots killing their families. Kids taking guns to school. And the worst, babies shooting babies. I'm almost afraid to go anywhere anymore. Especially after dark.