Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Nerd Girl Loves Guns

I got to thinking today.  I usually need a running start, but inspiration hit and the thought took off of it's own power.  Like a shot, if you will.  

When the thought came I was chopping vegetables at the kitchen counter, and had within a short reach all the usual tools needed for the job:  a good, sharp knife, a cutting board of adequate size, the veggies to be slaughtered, and a Ruger 45.  



Now I know that last one seems a bit out of place in the average soup mis en place, but my dog likes to look out of the storm door during the day, and watch the neighborhood goings on.  That leaves my security to a faulty latch lock, a 22 pound dog, and a handgun nearby.  My neighbors aren't what you might call dangerous, but because of their, we'll call it "uninvited" status in the United States, they are reluctant to involve the police in their safety.  In other words, they become prey to ne'er-do-wells who bank on the fact that the police won't be called.  

This makes my neighborhood of questionable safety.  I trust my neighbors not to break into my house, but I doubt they'd call the police if they witnessed someone else breaking in.  Since most home robberies occur during the day, and I am home most of the day with the door open, I find it wise to keep my protection close at hand.  And, as previously mentioned, this comes in the form of a moderately powerful handgun close by, and others placed strategically around the house.  I'm not afraid to use the weapon, after all, it is a wonderful equalizer.  It has a comforting weight in the hand, and what I hope is a terrifyingly large diameter on the barrel.  Knock on wood, I've never stared down the barrel of a gun, nor pointed one at another person, and I hope to keep both of those records in tact.  But the fact remains that I'm ready, willing and able to aim and fire.  

However, since I don't have a sign hanging on the front door that says, "This Home Protected by Smith & Wesson" those casing my neighborhood couldn't possibly know to avoid my home until it was too late.  But what if every home were as well armed as mine?  What if it became a law that every household must have at least one gun?

Stick with me here, I know this is renegade stuff…  

Current legislation out of Washington DC has been passed allowing the federal government to mandate that every person in America buy a particular product whether or not they want it or plan to use it.  ObamaCare is it's nickname, and it forces every person in America to buy health insurance.  People who have a religious objection to medical science, yep, they're forced to buy.  People who are young and healthy, yep, they're also forced to buy.  Every man, woman and child must purchase this product, and many courts are upholding the legislation as constitutional.  Whether or not they realize it, the federal government has set a precedent for administrations that follow to make similar laws.  

I'm a conservative Libertarian, and I don't necessarily believe in passing laws regulating how private citizens live.  But let's imagine that the next president is a gun-toting Republican.  We'll just make up a name for the sake of the hypothetical scenario and call her "Sarah."  Now Sarah on the other hand believes that passing laws regulating how people live is ok, provided those laws mimic the way she likes to live.  In this case, the law mandates that every household in America privately purchase at least one gun, minimum caliber of .22, ammunition must also be kept and easily available.  Safety measures could be decided individually, her version would be a decorative sign hanging just inside the front door saying, "I don't pee in your pool, please don't shoot yourself in my house."  This would of course be hanging above the chain-saw carved black bear with an amiable smile, holding a 12 gauge.  But I digress.

Since there is a precedent already established allowing the federal government to mandate what private citizens must buy with their own money, the measure passes, amid much grumbling by those law makers who have never lived in a high crime area.  Celebrities will lament it on day time talk shows.  Protests and rallies will be held by those feel the law is unconstitutional, and label the law "SarahSafety".  But in the end, the law will be enforced and government officials will be saying, "get thee to a gunnery."  The Incredible Hulk, yep, he's got to buy one.  Martial arts expert with sticks and knives, yep, he has to buy one too.  Don't want it?  Too bad.  Won't use it?  That's your problem.

The logic behind this measure would be, "federal, state and local governments will now have to spend less money on law enforcement."  The lack of logic would be totally dwarfed by the loss of liberty, just as it was in the case of ObamaCare.  All so that Sarah can put a gold star sticker next to another item on her "Campaign Promise To-Do List".  And maybe a heart sticker too.  And a doodle of a unicorn.  There may be some logic to the law that could hold water, but most of it would be like a sieve.  Crime rates might go down as criminals decided the pawn price of a HDTV wasn't worth the risk that the home owner is very probably packing heat.  After all, if they're forced to buy it, they'll probably  be antsy to use it.  So home invasion statistics might decrease, but crime of passion statistics might increase.  The logic just doesn't hold, but the logic isn't the point.

Like I said, I'm not in favor of laws that dictate how you live, but I do think that each person has a responsibility to arm himself, that's why it was vouchsafed in the Bill of Rights by our forefathers.  The architects of this country thought that it was so important to be armed, that they listed it amongst our inalienable rights.  To them it wasn't just a right, it was a responsibility.  Responsible people could protect themselves, not only from the ill-intentioned, but from government forces who had over-stepped the bounds of their own responsibilities.  Take the Libyans in their current situation.  Were each and every citizen armed, an uprising of citizens could, by force, remove leaders disloyal to their best interest.  An unarmed people, especially those that willingly give up the right to bear arms (such as those in favor of "gun control") are at the mercy of any force seeking to do them harm, including their own government.  What better way do individuals have of protecting their life, liberty and pursuit of happiness?  And allow your mind to wander down the halls of history, and try to remember if there were ever any large governments that didn't arm themselves.  Ask yourself, "if disarming people is the pathway to safety, why do governments arm themselves so heavily?"  No, the pathway to safety, comfort and ultimately peace, is a well armed society, ready to neutralize threats in their home, in their halls of justice, in their places of business and in their places of worship.  

So arm yourself.  Learn your weapon so that you may handle it safely.  Be prepared to use it and hope you never need to.  And remember this:  laws don't protect people, they only provide a means for prosecution after harm has already been done.  But harm may not have a change to be done, if your protection is close at hand.  Speaking of which...soup's ready!




Monday, January 24, 2011

Dawn breaking, mountains of zombies slain!

Hello today!  I welcome you with open arms because I realized this morning that I survived the Twilight craze.  This must be what it feels like to see the dawn breaking over a mountain of newly slain zombies, knowing that I've survived yet another night of the Zombie Apocalypse terror.  Shouldn't there be some sort of triumphant sounding orchestral number playing?  All I can hear is the pounding of my heart.  It's over.  It's all over, and I survived.  *sob*

Now, how to survive a revival of 80's style?

Seriously.  Where the hell are the fashion police when a newscaster in 2011 is wearing NFL sanctioned shoulder pads as dress shoulder pads?  You've got to wonder whether Angelina Jolie had permission to borrow that gown for the Golden Globes from Joan Collins.  Why, oh why, do we need to bring back a fashion sense that dictates, "it's ok for your thighs to be freezing because of your french cut leotard, but your calves mustn't be exposed!"

The only part of my body that doesn't reject a resurgence of 80's style is my hair.  It thinks it now has carte blanche for frizz, and is wondering why I'm not at the ready with a can of AquaNet.  My feet, however, dread the thought of white LA Gear high-tops, my thighs jiggle nervously at the suggestion of spandex and my waist laughs audibly (more a *gurgle* than a *giggle*) at the idea of cinch-it-belt-it.  My ears go on strike at the grocery store when some smooth voiced young person is crooning what should be a gravel voiced Cyndi Lauper song broadcasts over the "in-store radio."  Like, gag me with a spoon!

Of course, there was a lot to love about the 80's.  People weren't expected to hate their very existence owing to their contribution to pollution, global warming, etc.  We were allowed to be conspicuous consumers provided we had a "Save the Whales" t-shirt in our closet.  At the ripe age of 10 I recall saying to my mother, "c'mon, mom, it's the 80's!"  It didn't matter what the cause, the answer was the decade.

Still, I hope to be able to greet a day in the not distant future in a similar manner as today:  Hello tomorrow, I anticipate you with open arms.  You brought an end to the resurgence of 80's fashion, and I survived to see you dawn!  Provided you're not bringing a renewal of 90's fashion, that is...I don't think the fashion world could survive Hammer Pants.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

And now for the nerdy bit...

Well, one of the nerdy bits.  I'm thoroughly nerdy, and a bit OCD (see below) about it to boot.  I love video games.  My husband got me hooked on gaming when we were just starting to get hooked on one another.  Oh sure, at the beginning my interest was more in impressing him, and showing that I could love what he loved.  But as Igor says in Terry Pratchett's Making Money, "if you don't want the monthter you don't pull the lever."  The lever got pulled, and a monthter was created, game by bloody game.  

I know my monster is alive and well because today I caught myself thinking, "he's dead sexy, for a raccoon."  o_0  Mmmmmm-kaaaaaaaaaaaay...

I'm speaking of course about Sly Cooper.  For those of you who managed to avoid this just-as-addictive-and-way-more-expensive-than-crack habit, Sly is a dead sexy raccoon.  I should know, I've played all three of his games and have worn a oval into the floor pacing in antici...................pation of "Sly4".  I'm just as excited for the next "Okami" (a PS2 turned Wii masterpiece that I doubt more than a dozen people played worldwide,) called "Okamiden".  In these games, and countless other games, thoroughness is key to success.  In the Wii game, "World of Goo", OCD changes from the psychological malady to mean "Obsessive Completion Disorder", and man do I got it bad.  If it's something to complete, find or collect in a game, I will do it, and not regret the time it took.  In fact, what is an extra hour of gaming compared to the pride of finding every single clue bottle on every single level?  Mwa-ha.  Mwa-ha-ha-ha!  HA-HA-HA!!!

*Ahem*  You see it's not just about collecting everything within the game, but in every variation, adaptation and manipulation of the game franchise itself.  I not only have all three "Sly Cooper" games on PS2, I went out and bought the collection for the PS3 (it's in HD, y'all!)  I have "Okami", and the 6 disc soundtrack purchase from Japan, and a preorder of "Okamiden".  All the Professor Layton titles have made it into my collection, all the "Mario & Luigi" action RPG titles (yes, even the first hair pulling GBA version,) and all the "Paper Mario" titles (yes, even the N64 title)...and the list goes on.  OCD isn't just about having fun with time wasting, eyeball rotting games, it's about being able to go into game stores and hold one's own with the paid-to-be-nerds within.  It's about barely civil debates with the clerk at the game store who is staring down his nose that the plebeian not buying the right game.  It's that sneer of pride when he says, "ok, I see your point, Lego Batman was the best Lego title."  Take that basement dweller!


Like I said, dead sexy raccoon.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Fountain of Youth

Though my treks through the Florida Everglades has never conclusively confirmed it, I'm certain that the Fountain of Youth is actually a naturally occurring coffee spring.  Artesian coffee, if you will.  It's absurd to think that it might be just plain old water.  Water, by itself may be refreshing.  Necessary even, but not rejuvenating.  Have you ever heard anyone say, "it's 3:30 and I sure could go for some water."  No body says, "I'm making a run to Starbucks, anyone want me to bring back a Venti Water?"  Have you ever asked for a glass of water to go with your favorite dessert?!?  No.

So if you're ever the lucky soul who confirms my hypothesis by stumbling upon the Fountain of Youth, please make mine a Trenta.