Showing posts with label guns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guns. Show all posts

Friday, January 21, 2011

A Great Article on Handguns

Sometimes you come by an article that's so well-written, so powerful, passionate and intelligent that you just have to keep a piece of it around to remind you what good writing is about. Tom Carter (who disagrees with me more than any other person I know aside from my husband) writes about the necessity of a ban on handguns:
Okay, I’m a realist. I know the public won’t support a federal handgun ban, and I know politicians won’t do it anyway. We’ll continue to see suburban wannabe cowboy heroes with ersatz phalluses strapped to their waists as they shop at Wal-Mart on the weekends. We’ll continue to have people with handguns at home, thinking wrongly that they’re the best weapons for home defense. We’ll continue to have delusional conspiracy theorists armed to the teeth, ready to take on the forces of the NWO when they land their black helicopters in the neighborhood, led by none other than the Antichrist himself. And criminals will continue to prey on us with handguns. Worst of all, we’ll continue to see crazies murdering innocents with perfectly legal handguns. Fine, we can’t outlaw handguns. I get it. But how about banning high-capacity magazines that hold more than 10 rounds so we can’t be murdered so quickly and efficiently? No? I figured as much.
Irrespective of whether you agree with his views (which I definitely do in this case), you have to recognize that this is very good writing. Many people believe that reading things on-line is necessarily detrimental to the verbal skills of teenagers and young adults. This doesn't have to be true because there is a lot of really good writing on the Internet. You just have to find it.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Coffee Shops and Guns in Indiana

I love the Midwest. I always have very strange experiences here. Yesterday on the way from the airport, for example, we drove next to a place called "Pistol Range" that announced "Public Shooting Saturdays and Sundays from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m." I'm trying not to attach any Kafkaesque interpretations to this.

Right now, five armed men entered the Starbucks where I'm writing this blog. I assume they are police officers (based on how relaxed everybody's reaction to them is) although there is nothing in or on their clothes and baseball hats that would actually identify them as such. Two of the men keep futzing with their guns, touching them in an almost caressing way. None of the other patrons in this coffee shop seem to mind or even notice. I, however, can't bring myself to relax. I don't remember ever being in a room with one gun, let alone five.

At the same time, as unsettling as this experience might be, it is not nearly as scary as my memory of being accosted by a group of street preachers here in West Lafayette last summer. I was having coffee at a streetwalk coffee shop, when this guy came up to me and staring at me in a very intent way asked: "Are you ready to die??" It took me some time to realize that he was a street preacher offering salvation and not a crazed killer.