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nd another day goes by with Homeland Security furloughed while
our Clueless Leader tries to figure out how to get the government running again.
(Hint: it involves not throwing a fit because some middle-aged woman called you
a joke.) Gutless Mitch McConnell dithers indecisively, caught between a pillow
and a soft place. Millions wonder about how to pay for their food and their
housing, while garbage continues to pile up in our national parks, a visible
symbol of the end of American greatness.
It’s like the old song says, I suppose—“I close my eyes and
try to smile; I know things are bad and getting worse, But after all this I can
rest awhile…” At least I wasn’t murdered in the back seat of my mother’s car
like seven-year-old Jazmine Barnes. She didn’t do anything to provoke her
killer, the authorities keep on saying. What the fuck? Of course she didn’t do anything—what could she have done?
What could anyone have done to
provoke anybody into opening fire on her? I mean, maybe if she’d been armed and
about to blow the guy away, then maybe—just barely—you could argue some sort of
provocation. Maybe. But otherwise it’s just so much empty gas.
If people are holding the notion that gun ownership confers with
it the right to randomly blow people away when they “provoke” them then they
have seriously misread the Second Amendment. (Not as badly as the Supreme Court
did, maybe, but still pretty damn badly.) Freedom of gun ownership no more
conveys the right to use it as you like than freedom to own a car conveys the
right to run somebody down if you feel that they’re blocking your way. (I’m
looking at you, Abdulrahman Sameer Noorah.) Or freedom of speech conveys the
right to order a hit on a journalist you dislike.
Childish nonsense. Don’t talk to me about provocation. Get
this guy off the street, and get this goddamn government working again.
Otherwise I suggest that the slogan for this twelfth day of Χmas 12019 HE should
be a hearty “Impeach the motherfucker!”
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