I’m going to quote myself in full with only minor changes because it still applies
Gun Control, Because It Feels Like Doing Something
No one wants to feel powerless, helpless, hopeless. We are all so horrified by the events in
CT OR that we’re devouring information and trying to answer the question of why. We just can’t accept that we just don’t know.
We don’t know why the shooter succumbed to the darkness. Why he targeted innocent
children.people. All we know is that he did. And it hurts. It shakes us to our very core. We don’t want to acknowledge that the darkness lurks in everyone. We want to push it to some outside force. He can’t be like us. Surely my darkness couldn’t ever look like that.
It must be the video games, the mental health issues, the loneliness, the gun. Right? Please let it be something definable. Something we can tie to the stake in the funeral pyre. Anything other than the evil that lurks in the hearts of men. No. Something must be done! We must have a culprit at which to direct our pain, our confusion, our sorrow, our rage.
For the children.
Guns are the easy scapegoat for the simple-minded. Never mind the fact that not one single gun restriction has ever reduced violence. Never mind the fact that as gun ownership has increased, violent crime has decreased. Yes, I know. Correlation does not equal causation, but causation requires correlation. Therefore, the claim that more guns cause more crime is demonstrably false.
But history, logic, and facts have no place in an emotional argument.We must Do Something. It doesn’t really matter whether or not it’s the right something. It doesn’t matter whether or not the something saves a single life. It doesn’t even matter if we’ve tried it before only to fail. It must be done, and it must be done now. Now, so we can stop staring into the evil. The something must distract us from the darkness. The darkness hurts. It’s frightening. The something feels better, warmer, brighter.
And it continues to leave our children defenseless. Not just our children, but us as well. I have never committed an act of violence, and yet the something would confiscate much of my property and leave me with only harsh words to fend off the rapist twice my size that is overwhelmed by his darkness. I’m a well-trained vocalist with a lot of voice, but I’d rather have a proven equalizer for that battle.
I reject the something. Even if it means I must stare into the darkness with no security blanket. I accept the fact that human beings are capable of unspeakable evil, and that we must each chose for ourselves whether or not we embrace our own darkness. I acknowledge that most chose to keep their demons at bay. For those that do not, we need more than harsh words, empty platitudes, and regulations to protect ourselves and those we care about. My gun is no security blanket. It is not a talisman warding off evil. It is a tool. It is the tool with the best track record of putting an end to the evil actions of others.
I don’t want to feel like your children and mine are safe. I want them to be safe.
As if you needed another reason to support Team Hast in Kilted to Kick Cancer, he gives you this.
As of this writing, we are sitting at $200 and have gained Brigid’s endorsement.
Remember, double you dollars by donating Team Hast. Click the shield to donate. It’s a great cause regardless of which team you support.
Check it out! Team Hast is officially on the board with our first donation of $25!
As my husband promised, we will be matching this donation so just go ahead and read that as $50 to a good cause*. Go ahead, click on over to his site and read the details.
And of course, silliness and challenges are welcome. Drop us a line (and your dollars for Team Hast) if you want to see the EvylRobot and/or yours truly pull some stunt or pose for kilted pictures.
*Team Hast’s matching fund donation will be done in one lump sum at the end of the month to minimize processing fees. We want every dollar possible going to Kick Cancer.
Well, I did buy that swimsuit. I guess I am now Frank. Frank is an extra large Chinese woman, FYI.
Saturday, EvylRobot and I made the questionable decision to head down to a particular flea market that we don’t generally frequent. It’s not exactly in our normal stomping grounds. One of the establishments we pass between here and there in a nightclub known as Fantasy Island.
Overheard in the car:
ER: That doesn’t really look like much of a fantasy
Me: Well, unless your idea of a fantasy includes syphilis.
And so you can imagine my giggles when this story popped up as breaking news.
Last week, a task force raided Fantasy Island and wrote more than 20 citations ranging from possession of firearms to illicit sexual conduct.
Nice place, there.
Edited to add: 2nd place and no one died!
I’ve officially lost my mind and may have to call in dead on Monday.
That’s the message I just sent my boss. Yes, he was just as confused as you are.
You see, I just registered for a 5K.
I don’t run.
It’s taking place tomorrow.
There’s a decal.
Have I mentioned that I don’t run? Ok, there was the one time with the silver medal*.
But it’s for a good cause. You can support my madness here.
You’ll find my body somewhere near Lake Hefner. It has been a while since I’ve made an entry into the injuries category.
*I found the medal. I’ll add a picture later.
(To the Tune of My Favorite Things)
Left-over pizza and take out Chinese Food,
Nevermind stealing a lunch is just plain rude.
All of the Styrofoam stacked in the fridge,
No one will notice if I have a smidge.
When the work’s hard.
I can’t manage.
When the boss is mad.
I simply remember the things in the fridge,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
Cream filled confections,
And crisp apple strudels.
Big plates of lasagna,
And meatballs with noodles.
All of these leftovers I can salvage.
This is what I find when I raid the fridge.
Hot pockets a-plenty.
There’s so much food here,
I never feel guilty.
I’m doing my part preventing spoilage,
Otherwise there would be stink in the fridge.
I can’t remember whether or not I had shared this previously, but it came up in conversation around the office. Enjoy!