This morning on the estuary. It was 33 degrees but placid and sunny, turning the simple understructure of the pier into something complex and eye-bending.
I would have loved to stay there enjoying the beauty and avoiding work. But we had a freezing rain last night. Everything that wasn’t madly drippy was still crunchy. No sitting and relaxing; just walking. I should remember to bring a sheet of plastic to town on days like this so I can sit on the waterfront benches. Then again, days like today are so rare I don’t think about that.
Since the Parkland murders I’ve had a hard time blogging. I can’t bear to make the same old arguments or listen to the same old arguments. Both the gunblogosphere and the media have been All Parkland, All the Time.
I can link to it, but I can’t be part of it.
I tell myself nobody expects me to blog about every malcontent bastard who decides to murder disarmed mobs with a gun. But after all my years as a gun-rights activist, I still expect myself at least to work up a good rant.
Yet watching the hoplophobes’ gleeful attempt to create a nationwide children’s crusade, I feel nothing. I can only look ahead, dreading the war useful idiots are unwittingly creating — a violent culture war if not outright civil war. I look ahead and think, “You do not know who you are taking on. You can’t even imagine the future you’re going to make if you succeed.”
The useful fools have no idea. Maybe they honestly believe that laws will make “bad” guns go away and mass murderers will change their minds (rather than merely their choice of weaponry). And pink unicorns will romp over rainbows throughout the land.
Our would-be masters also have no idea. Of course they know better than to believe all that peace and flowers and let’s everybody be disarmed and love each other once the Eeeeevil Guns are beaten into plowshares nonsense. But they still make a huge mistake.
Imagining themselves superior to us in wisdom, culture, and power, they fail to understand both who We the Peasants are and what skills and tech are now at our hands.