Second Amendment Rights (and Wrongs)

 “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” This is the Second Amendment in the Bill of Rights.

Conservative Supreme Court Chief Justice Warren Burger on the Second Amendment: "The Gun Lobby’s interpretation of the Second Amendment is one of the greatest pieces of fraud—I repeat the word fraud—on the American People by special interest groups that I have ever seen in my lifetime."

How many times have you heard someone say, “They’re coming for our guns?”

How many times has that happened?

Zero times. That is how many times the government has “come for our guns.”

That is the fraud to which Justice Burger was referring. The fraud persists.

People are forever yelping about the threat to their Second Amendment rights. My totally subjective take: I am so fed up with the fear-hate-mentally unbalanced mindset of the poor deluded gun lovers who have been sucked in by this fraud, this lie, among other lies that are frolicking across the American landscape.

I have no patience for the people and conditions that sell the lies to create that mindset. I am appalled that so many people in this country feed on delusions like, “they’re coming for our guns.”

No, they are not coming for your guns. That is a lie which you have swallowed whole, and it is making all of us sick.

Now that the restrictions of the pandemic are beginning to loosen, mass shootings have returned. I have not missed those shootings, and I am certain that there has been gun violence in America right along throughout our Plague Year, but it did not get the publicity because, you know, pandemic.

In the type of mass shooting to which I refer and which occurs in the United States, the shooter is almost always an angry young white male, and the victims are innocent people who were minding their own business up until all hell broke loose.

The weapon of choice is the AR-15 automatic rifle, which, when it hits people, turns them to mush, which is exactly what it was designed and built to do.

Some people have formed private, unregulated militias to protect their Second Amendment rights, as they see them. A lot of those militiamen showed up at the Capitol on January 6, and at some state capitols, including ours, all duded up in their pseudo-military uniforms, flak jackets and bulletproof vests. They came not to secure our free state, but to overthrow it.

They call themselves patriots, which they are not, and say they love their country, which they do not. They love the fear and rage they have about what the country should be and is not in their opinion, and what it used to be, which it never was.

These patriots do not realize that what they are voting for and literally shooting for is the enriching of the already rich and the impoverishment of themselves. They consistently vote against their own best interests to elect people who do not give a rat’s patootie about them.

That is what this old lady thinks, anyway.

I personally do not have any guns, for two reasons. First, I am gun-ignorant, and have heard that having a gun “for protection” but not knowing how to handle a gun can lead to your being shot by your gun.

Second, when my kids and my grandson were little, I did not want to have any tragic accidents.

My dad had two rifles and a shotgun that lived in a gun safe in the hallway. He had cause to use them sometimes around the ranch.

My late husband, Rick, had two guns, a .22 rifle and a black powder pistol. He had to make the lead balls for the pistol himself by melting lead and pouring it into a mold. A few months before he died, he gave both guns to an old friend of his. When I asked why he gave them away, he said, “Because I know you hate guns.”

He wanted them to go to a good home. He knew he was dying, and he was probably afraid I would toss them. He spared me having to decide what to do with them, which was kind.

All of us have lived with guns and mostly guns are used for hunting, target practice, or maybe knocking off predators.

My dad took my brother and me out target shooting one day when I was quite young, and it was great fun and it turned out I was good at it. Once my mother got wind of it, though, my shooting days were over. It wasn’t easy being a girl in the fifties.

Has It Only Been a Year?

 Celebrated my one-year anniversary of being in isolation this week. Most of us are observing that one year milestone: isolation, quarantine, sheltering in place, lockdown, pain in the butt, whatever you want to call it.

Looking back at the year in review, I feel like 2020 nearly finished me off. The stress was huge: the life-threatening virus, the contentious election, and being isolated with only the dog and cat for company worked on me hard. It has taken me until now to recognize how hard it has been and see some of the cracks that have opened in my psyche under the strain.

 

“Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.” – “Anthem” by Leonard Cohen

 

Good old Leonard Cohen.

The last year has been hard on everyone, even without job loss, business failure, and losing your home because you cannot make rent or mortgage payments. I hear that many people who have never been depressed before are now dealing with situational depression. Clinically depressed people also have situational depression. However we label it, we are all bummed out, for good reason.

My sincerest sympathy to all of you. All of us.

And that is before reckoning with the loss of people we loved, or the losses of our friends and extended family.

I have a whole new understanding of the meaning of the word, “plague.” I do not think I will be able to use it casually to say something is “plaguing me” anymore. Nope. Whole new perspective. I think I had an attitude that this was something that happened far away and long ago – the Spanish flu in 1918, or the Black Death in the Middle Ages – or Ebola in Africa, for example. Not that much to do with me, right? The Covid-19 pandemic has been right here, right now, and has everything to do with all of us.

As more of us are vaccinated, there is an anticipation of returning to normal. I can see the light in peoples’ eyes and faces, even on zoom

Oh, to go to a restaurant, a movie, a play, an opera, a church service – a choir practice!

Oh, to get together with that gang of mine over coffee or tea or guitars, mandolins, and violins, to laugh and talk like we used to back when there was no harm in it.

Oh, to have weddings where we do not have to worry about some or most of the guests contracting Covid-19 and dying.

Oh, all that normal that we took for granted all our lives, until last year.

We have Baby Boomers, Gen-X, Gen Y, Millennials … will the children of this time be known as the Covid-19 generation? I am talking about the children who are growing up with this plague as part of their lives. Many of them will not be able to remember the Time Before. How will their attitudes be affected by living with the virus all their lives?

The whole world is different now. It would be different than it was at the beginning of 2020 anyway, but not this specific kind of different, the one with 2,700,000 people dead worldwide from this virus and its variants, and about 550,000 people in America alone dead from the virus.

Those statistics count the people we knew had Covid-19. There were people who slipped away without anyone knowing it was the virus that took them.

Driving up to town this afternoon I heard a program on the radio of people talking about the one-year anniversary of the pandemic. They talked about the good stuff that had happened. They mentioned getting to know people in their neighborhood because now they were taking walks, with or without dogs. They talked about money saved and stress averted by working at home – no commute, no wardrobe to keep up, a tank of gas lasts for weeks or months. No high heels!

Okay, so parents are going out of their minds with home schooling, and many women have given up their jobs/careers to come home and take care of the kids, but this part is about silver linings.

They found they had become closer to family and friends far away because they got in touch more often, via Zoom or Facetime or video calls. We have had to try harder to stay in touch with people, and we have had more time to do that. More time to be human.

There are some changes I hope we will keep as pandemic restrictions ease up, like livestreaming church services and other events, and meeting on zoom. Some people are not able to get out, pandemic or not, and now there is technology that includes them, and this is a good thing. We need each other.