I have another dose of the fuzziness of the world we live in. Guns. Where do I stand on guns? It’s a hot topic, in the US and Mexico. But always the debate is about US guns. They are used, all too liberally, in both countries. I think only religion brings more wackos into the limelight than does the gun lobby. Regardless of the rights and wrongs of gun ownership, a big handicap of the pro-gun movement is that most of the most prominent spokesmen and women and mind numbingly dumb.
You can almost hear open palms slapping foreheads in astonishment the moment lips start moving. The latest? An NRA spokesman who decided to use Mexico as a prime example of what happens when you have really tight gun control. Tens of thousands of gun deaths. I slapped my forehead good and proper. The gun lobby needs a new approach, and some slightly more sophisticated and forward thinking ambassadors.
Should they be repeating daft old chestnuts about well armed militias being needed to protect the people against the government? Sure. I’d like to see that. A bunch of rednecks, sloshed on moonshine, versus the United States army. That’s going to be a close call, huh. We’d see a sharp jump in the average IQ in the country, pretty quick. Natural selection in action.
I don’t think guns should be banned in the US. It’s a pointless argument. It’s not going to happen. Gun culture is too embedded. But the need for military grade assault weapons? Diversity in gun legislation from state to state? Lax gun ownership checks? Crazy. You bet there’s need for some new legislation. Talk of arming teachers instead of taking automatic rifles away from people with significant and long standing histories of mental illness does not make sense.
Would I like to own a gun? Sure would! Would I buy one. Nope. There’s lots of nutty things I could do. There’s a bunch of adrenalin fueled stunts I’d like to pull. But I have the ability to reason. To be thoughtful. To think better of crazy ideas. Most of the time anyway. I wouldn’t buy a gun, because I know that the potential negative consequences grossly outweigh the buzz of firing off a few rounds. I got robbed at gunpoint once. Wouldn’t I have liked a gun then? Not on your life. It would have done me more harm than good.
The other day, Mother Mexile commented that I wouldn’t have been allowed to play violent shoot ’em up video games as a child. I pointed out that, as a child, I ran around with an arsenal of toy guns and knives, simulating murders and massacres. I practiced slitting my brothers throat a thousand times. We lined up brigades of plastic soldiers for battle. Mother Mexile commented that she tried to prevent me from having toy guns. But I just made my own out of branches. If push came to shove, fingers would do. There’s really just something in us boys, isn’t there? Life is fuzzy. Look how happy I was with my Action Man.