Recent developments in our country has put the Second
Amendment smack dab on the cover of magazines and newspapers all over
again. Rational people disagree on a
myriad of issues surrounding the problems, or even which problems need
addressing. One thing I know for
certain: I would never want the job of having to propose gun control in this
country, nor would I want the job of having to address it to the people in this
country. That's a hard job and I'm glad
they've put a smart fellow in there
to do it.
What I hope doesn't happen is that gun control proposals are
put in place and, after months or years of fighting and debating and screaming
and protesting, new rules are enacted and everyone pats themselves on the back,
wipes the dust from their hands and says "Good job," then goes out
for a beer. Because, if you ask me, guns
are only half the equation.
The real problem is that people are fucking crazy. However, no one has proposed a way to
legislate crazy. And I'm not talking
hobos getting sent from asylums once funding is cut, I'm talking people being
born crazy, being allowed to live crazy, and staying crazy until they are sent
to public institutions which are, lo and behold, packed to the gills with other
crazy people.
And some of them, thanks to big Pharmaceutical companies,
have been put on tons of drugs.
No, gun control is nowhere near the end-all be-all to this
problem. But it's a start and I don't
envy our president's job right now, but I know the best man is in place to do
it. I myself, a loud proponent of
population control or the apocalypse (whichever comes first), am probably the last person who's opinions should be
noted.
But, since you asked...
THE TOP TEN SONGS FOR
ARMED, CRAZY PEOPLE WHO WANT TO "GET" THE GIRL
Love Songs for the Pharmaceutical Generation
I know, I know, Axl Rose claims this song is about his dog,
but his track record with girls speaks for itself. An incident with a gun and his first wife
damned the marriage and another early paramour referred to their relationship
as "putting a nuclear warhead in your living room and hitting it with a
hammer and just waiting." As if
that wasn't enough, he got his ass beat by Tommy Hilfiger. To prove karma's existence, check him out now
and tell me he hasn't gotten his.
Because no girl of mine will stand to be shot with the bad
handgun. Which reminds me: Want to know
what "gun control" at my house is?
The missus said I can't have both a gun AND a bourbon