Is the 2nd Amendment rooted in the right to play with guns?

Fewer and fewer stories are showing up on many news aggregators about the whole bodiddlelink over Attorney Gen. Eric Holder and Operation Fast and Furious. Actually, George W. Bush should be in that group since the so-called “gunwalking” operation first happened under that latter’s watch as POTUS. The above link goes to a piece by L.A. Times columnist/cartoonist Davide Horsey which wraps up the whole story very well, I think. So good is that synopsis that the whole shebang doesn’t deserve repetition. Not to mention that it makes me somewhat sad and even repulsed that the right wing propaganda machine has spun such a wild tale and have millions believing that it is true that the whole operation — which did I tell you it was started under GW? — was a vast Obama conspiracy to take away our guns?

You know, when you say “take away our guns,” as in “Obama wants to take away our guns” it sounds rather infantile in the first place.  They want to take away our guns and we can’t play with them. Well, isn’t that what most of us actually end  up doing with our guns, playing with them? Shot anybody lately? I’m not speaking about George Zimmerman and, yes, it happens quite regularly that people protect their lives but mostly their property and end up, shooting and killing someone. This article cites FBI and state statistics which show justifiable homicide almost doubled over the past decade but the number was only about 2 percent of the total killings over that time period.

Some of my friends and relatives won’t like the tone of what I am saying. I also am not saying it because I think our guns should be taken away. First of all, there is no way in hell that is going to happen unless we end up with a leader like Hitler. And Barack Obama, you’re not Hitler. I am just being kind of a devil’s advocate. We all talk about guns for self-defense. That’s why we can’t let nothing happen to our Second Amendment right, right? Well, that’s a fact, Jack. If that is what you believe. I’m just saying that as many or more would really not want our guns taken away because of our fondness for them as a collectible — like stamps or cars or baseball cards — or because we like to shoot skeet or beer cans or old couches or squirrels or deer or bears or elk with them.

Look deep down into your soul and be truthful. How many of you who worry about something happening to your “right” to bear arms are concerned because your really worry someone is going to try to attack you or your property? Now, how many of you — still telling the truth — would hate to see guns disappear because of all the fun activities you have had with them?

I bet there are some friends of mine who either dislike guns or have some problem with the debate over having guns in the U.S. also may not be happy with me as well.  It doesn’t matter. I am just trying to make a point here. I have had a lot of fun with guns. Yet, if I said “I have had a lot of fun ‘playing’ with guns” to some folks I might sound like some irresponsible lunatic.

But, I have had fun playing with guns. By that I mean shooting skeet. Shooting beer cans. Shooting watermelons. Target shooting. And yes, when I was much younger I hunted. Some of the best times of my life I had playing with guns. Heaven forbid, sometimes we were even drinking beer while we were doing this. I got a couple of “Magnum eyebrows” that way.  Real ne’er-do-wells we were in our reckless youth. All of this was done by someone who also came very close to being shot by accident as a toddler.

It’s complicated, the relationship Americans have with their guns. We also have a difficult time telling ourselves the truth about why we are passionate about firearms.

This whole “Fast and Furious” thing, yeah, it was stupid. It was as stupid as when the program was started under Shrub Bush. It is despicable, though, that the right and the propaganda artists at Fox, Limbaugh and elsewhere have weaved this into such a deceitful and absurd story.

I don’t know. I feel like I have gone nowhere with writing this. It’s sort of symbolic of the whole story.

Shoot!

Fun fact. Watch me ramble. Learn my likes and dislikes. Shoot me out of a cannon into outer space!

¿Le voten por mí, por favor?  Please? Pretty please, with azúcar  on top?

El Presidente and the Guv’nor are courting the Latino as if their lives depended on it. Well, I suppose their political lives depend on it. Not so much heard today about the House panel vote just yesterday on a contempt of Congress charge for Attorney Gen. Eric Holder. “You’re up one day and then you’re down,” as that great Americana poet songster John Prine says. Something the GOPers seem to be finding out on a regular basis. Dems too.

But it is true. That isn’t even my point although I think Rachel Maddow did a spectacular job last night showing the craziness of the right and pretty much the Republican mainstream in office. Apparently the right has been playing this “Fast and Furious” thing up as a big Obama conspiracy to take away the citizenry’s guns. That’s right! Sell guns illegally to take everybody’s .22, .410, Glock and bazooka away. It is amazingly … lame. I am a firm believer in the public’s right to have a gun. I, have, well, had one. I hocked it to a friend and I hope he still has it. It’s a Remington .870 pump shotgun.

Nevertheless, I am at the point where I think Wayne LaPierre and the rest of the NRA leadership are insane. I mean just totally batsroom crazy! Guns don’t kill people, lobbyists kill people!

Actually, I was going to satirize those little “Bio Boxes” that have been so popularly used by newspapers over the past decade or so. Perhaps more than that. I saw this one from the Associated Press on the Washington Post Website about Rob Portman. He is the Ohio Republican senator who is supposedly on the “short list” as a Romney veep pick. I only know a little about him and the bio box referenced really doesn’t do a super job in telling me who the wannabe Romney-Portman ticket No. 2 really is.

I once worked at a small newspaper where we did something similar to a bio box. Monday being a slow news day, especially at what was then an afternoon paper, we shined the spotlight on someone in our fair town worth noting while filling up a big ol’ news hole to boot. We asked questions like what books were they reading, their favorite TV show and the like. We also asked the question if you had a dream dinner, who were four people would you invite and what would you have to eat? That question always struck me as particularly funny for some reason even though I don’t think most people would find it unreasonable to ask.

Since I used to crack jokes about the four people and dinner, a colleague asked me the question “who were four I would invite” for a very flattering column she wrote about me upon my departure at the paper. My answer to the question about the four I would invite was “Myself and a three-way mirror.” Well, she didn’t ask who were the four people  I would invite.  I guess you had to be there. Anyway, it was sweet what Beth wrote about me and I’ll always appreciate it.

And now without further a do-do, here is my bio box just so you all will get to know me better. Hahahahaha!

NAME: Puddintain. Just kidding, Eight Feet Deep.

AGE: 56, in dog years.

PLACE OF BIRTH: In a hospital, in a galaxy far, far away.

EDUCATION: B.A., Stephen F. Austin State University. Home of “Surfin’ Steve.”

EXPERIENCE: Yes, I am experienced. I also have been experienced. I have experience too.

ON THE NIGHTSTAND: A CPAP mask for my sleep apnea. A secure hotline to the Kremlin.

RECENT MOVIES I’VE SEEN: “Fort Apache.” I stayed up way too late one night last week watching this on TCM.

MUSIC: Dude! Americana-Country: John Prine, Willie Nelson, Jerry Jeff Walker, Hank Williams Sr., Dr. Hook, Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys, Emmylou Harris, Norah Jones. Rock: Rolling Stones, ZZ Top, Allman Brothers, Led Zepplin, Cracker, Coldplay; Blues-Soul: Freddy King, Chuck Willis, Sam and Dave, Al Green, Taj Mahal. Swamp Pop-Zydeco-Cajun, The Boogie Kings, Jivin’ Gene,  Jerry LaCroix,  Wayne Toups, Marcia Ball and on and on and freakin’ on.

HOBBIES: Hiking, until I developed back problems and now can’t walk for more than 10 minutes. Biking. I need to fix my flat. Camping. Building ships in a bottle that are able to blast their way out and kick some seafaring ass! Just kidding.

FUN FACT: One time, at a party at my house when I was in college, we once burned my couch on a bonfire. But that was not before we spent all day shooting it with all manner of guns. Each time we would shoot, we would yell: “This is what you get for f***ing my wife!” We, thus, learned that if you were having an affair, don’t ever hide behind the couch!

 

Slow and dull: Panel sends Holder contempt forward

The Witches of Washington. You’d think a load of them were found on the Capitol steps. That is because a giant witch hunt is in high gear as a congressional committee voted along party lines a short while ago to order to the full House a contempt charge against the attorney general.

The whole charge, pushed by zealous Republican Rep. Daniel Issa of California, stems from a botched arms investigation known as Operation Fast and Furious. It certainly isn’t the first time the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives flubbed a probe. But this one happened on AG Eric Holder’s — read Obama’s — watch.

If the congressional panel was to actually engage in seeking something from the “Reform” portion of its name, I might be a bit more inclined to give the House inquiry a break. But it’s all about the president — always has, always been.

When the Republicans took charge of the House with the Democrats maintaining the narrowest of majorities in the Senate, the writing was on the wall. The House was going to investigate, investigate, investigate. It was destiny. Just as in law, which is from where many of the clueless — a.k.a. lawmakers — are derived, congressional types want to get a meaty cause. They then study it as if it was a being from Mars. Then they beat that cause with a stick in the general public, or in the Republican’s case, Fox News. Then, some blowhard demagogue wrests away the case as his own and becomes the crusading congressman with all the bearing of a Batman but, thankfully, without a tight-fitting body suit.

Of course, the possible contempt charge has hinged all along on the president’s use of executive privilege — a qualified privilege in which the executive branch can claim the power to resist certain subpoenas and other major pains in the ass which the legislative and judicial branches might see fit to throw the president’s way. Okay, long sentence there, sorry. But hopefully you score the quintessence.

This is Obama’s first rodeo when it comes to executive privilege but such an assertion is hardly unheard of in our history. Here’s a tote board of presidents using the big EP during the last 40 or so years:

President George W. Bush: 6

President Bill Clinton: 14

President George H.W. Bush: 1

President Ronald Reagan: 3

President Jimmy Carter: 1

President Gerald Ford: 1

President Richard Nixon: 6

President Lyndon Johnson: 0

President John F. Kennedy: 2

The full House may vote on this contempt charge next week unless a deal is struck. Then, who knows? It might go to court and remain unresolved until after the election. This political theater by Issa and his cronies could have been avoided. But why would they do that? Anything, any method, anyway to hurt the President. Does the GOP care the world around them goes to Hell? Hell No, that’s what they want. I swear the Republicans should have chose the jackass as its symbol.

Election by gaffe, by damn!

A New York magazine piece online that I came across brilliantly defines what is the biggest problem today in politics. No, I’m not talking about Mitt Romney nor John Boehner. Nor do I speak of Barack Obama. I am talking about “the gaffe.” The article relates how so-called “deconstructionist” political writers turn the mole hill into a mountain where the fact with the least significance becomes the day’s leading story.

The article, by veteran writer and editor Jonathan Chait, doesn’t have to explain the Marshall McLuhan theory regarding the message and the medium to follow the line out where media and politics intersect.

Campaign beat reporters have seemingly never-ending periods where nothing of substance surfaces so the latest gaffe, or gossip, or garbage begets the day’s top political news story which may or not move the polls a point or two. This might even leave the bonus of a self-fulfilling bit for the eventing cable show.

Presidential campaign beats are coveted because the reporters who cover the winner often ends up in that elite of the elite, the White House press corps. I spent some time with those folks, so all I have to say to potential permanent pool members is Lotsa Luck. Don’t try to breathe too much of that rarefied air at one time and if your salary doesn’t grow exponentially, at least your butt will, eating all those catered meals that your cohorts loathe to share with the poor waifs from the local pools. Too much inside baseball there, sorry.

A discussion of political news today is usually less-than flattering and it is a shame because there are still many good writers out there. Too often though, the news with the least effort and the biggest bang ends up as the day’s story line. What John Q. Public reads or sees on TV when he gets home is the inconsequential framed by the insignificant.

The high and mighty of the political world — mostly those trying to make a cheap point — often remind us poor slobs of the intent of those who formed our imperfect union. I’m speaking of whom “Honest Abe” called ” … our fathers who set forth on this continent a new nation … ” and so forth. Mostly these are folks who somehow believe they glean all reasoning of the Franklins and the Jeffersons. I speak of Ben and Thomas, not the $100 bill Franklins nor George and Weezy Jeffersons.

Okay, so what would our foredads have to say about how the direction of politics these days happens to fly like a drunken buzzard? Just what we intended? A magnificent republic? What the f**k?

Welcome to our brave new world. The home of the free. The land of all-u-can eat politics. Ooops. Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.

 

 

 

 

TGIF

Noting nothing in particular here is the quote for the day:
A national political campaign is better than the best circus ever heard of, with a mass baptism and a couple of hangings thrown in. — H.L. Mencken

Open up the windows, let me catch my breath. Mama told me not to come. — Randy Newman. Oh well, they can’t all be Louisiana 1927.