Come Heller high water …
- This week, in the wake of the Texas massacre, the Michigan Senate approved a bill to allow concealed guns in gun-free zones like schools, day cares, stadiums, large concert halls, taverns, places of worship, hospitals, many college dorms or classrooms, and casinos. So much for it being “too soon” to politicize a horrific event. Shame on the governor if he signs the bill.
- The idea here is that a good guy with a gun is inevitably going to save the day when the next nut with a military rifle and a million rounds of ammo comes barging in the door. But if we’ve reached the point in society where we need to hope that Bob remembered his pistol the day a psychopath show up, maybe we ought to just go whole hog and add machine gun nests to all public buildings and events. I’m serious. But Republicans won’t go for that because it would cost tax money, and gosh we can’t spend taxes on the public good, now can we? Better to hope that Random Bob brought his Glock and his glasses. Go, Bob!
- Here’s a crazy notion: Maybe the reason we have so many massacres compared to the rest of the world is because Americans own a helluva lot more guns. As the New York Times pointed out this week, Americans own 42 percent of the world’s guns and commit 31 percent of the world’s mass shooting despite making up only 4 percent of the world’s population. That’s insane. A University of Alabama researcher studied guns in America and drew the following conclusion (excerpt from NYT story): “Worldwide, Mr. Lankford found, a country’s rate of gun ownership correlated with the odds it would experience a mass shooting. This relationship held even when he excluded the United States, indicating that it could not be explained by some other factor particular to his home country. And it held when he controlled for homicide rates, suggesting that mass shootings were better explained by a society’s access to guns than by its baseline level of violence.”
- Honestly, I don’t think the NRA is going to stop until everyone walks around armed to the teeth, all day every day. They have this sick fantasy in their head that the Wild West was really the Golden Age of America, when in reality the Wild West myth is just that, a myth. They weren’t nearly as gun-crazed or violent as we are today. Look it up sometime. There are studies.
- I have to move on to lighter topics before my head explodes.
- How about this: “Survivor” was already on thin ice with me for a bunch of reasons. They stuff it with pretty, young people. They always vote out minorities and anyone over 40. The challenge games are tired and hackneyed – seen one obstacle course or puzzle, seen ‘em all. The scripted lines and plots are more obvious than ever. And it’s pretty clear they manipulate who makes it to the final four. All of which is bad. This week’s episode, however, was the capper. At the tribal merge, Probst announced that a steakhouse chain (no, I’m not going to mention it) would be providing the merge feast. So the show is now a commercial surrounded by commercials. The next logical step is to have a pallet of Pepto Bismol choppered in in case the feast upsets their stomachs. Gag me. I’m out. “Naked & Afraid” is better anyway.
- For the first time in my life, I can’t think of a single sitcom that isn’t awful or trite beyond belief. Can you? Clearly, I need to stop watching TV and picking up a book.
- Rand Paul suffered six broken ribs after when his neighbor tackled him from behind, and nobody knows why for sure. All we know is it was a “landscape dispute.” That must be a heckuva dispute. My neighbor lets his dog poop on my lawn daily but I wouldn’t tackle him (the owner, not the dog) for it. Although the thought has crossed my mind.
- The governor is expected to sign a bill that makes “Michigander” the official term for state residents. Screw that. I’m sticking with Michiganian. Michigander sounds like a goose.
- Do teenagers know what a card catalogue is? Or the Dewey decimal system? Just wondering.
- Twitter expanded its character count to 280 this week, allowing people to be just as dull with twice as much space. Kind of a dumb move, I think. Twitter is killing its own gimmick. They should have gone the other way and reduced the character count to 50 or maybe gone with a word count of 10 words tops. It would have been much more interesting – sort of a haiku for the masses. If people need more space, drop the silly hashtags. No one follows those anyway.
- Have you noticed the empty seats at Pistons games? The team says ticket sales are high and that fans are there, they’re up in the concourse exploring the new stadium. Riiiiight. I wonder what the real reason is. I suspect ticket prices. And the experience. Basketball, like football, just isn’t as good in person as it is on TV. They’re both eerily quiet when you’re in the stadium unless there’s a barn-burner and crowd gets into it. Too bad, too. The Pistons are good this year.
- I loved comic books as a kid and I longed for the day when special effects evolved to the point that Hollywood could turn them into movies. And now that the day is here, I want them to stop. Too many, Hollywood. Too many.
- “I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I’m going to be immoderate–and volatile–I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry. I shall be rampant.” – Joanne Harris in “Chocolat.”
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