Yatta, yatta, yatta.
One of my favorite bloggers, wirecutter, gives us his take on the Supreme Court failing to follow through with their own decisions.
This week the Supreme Court passed up an opportunity to get the government out of the bedroom. Counterintuitively, the case involved an ordinance adopted by the famously tolerant and progressive city of San Francisco just eight years ago.
The puzzle is solved when you learn that the ordinance deals with guns, tools for exercising a constitutional right that is decidedly unfashionable in the City by the Bay. By declining to hear the case, the Supreme Court, which in 2010 affirmed that the Second Amendment binds states and cities as well as the federal government, undermines that principle, suggesting that the right of armed self-defense is constrained by local sensibilities.
San Francisco’s ordinance, enacted in 2007, requires that handguns kept at home be “stored in a locked container or disabled with a trigger lock” except when they are being carried. As the six residents challenging the ordinance pointed out in their petition asking the Supreme Court to consider the case, that requirement means “law-abiding individuals must render their handguns inoperable or inaccessible precisely when they are needed most, whenever they are not physically carrying them on their persons—including when they are asleep in the dark of night.”
My solution? A.C.E. ALWAYS CARRY EVERYWHERE
And let the constabulary try to figure out how they are going to determine the gun in your hand whose muzzle (flash) they are seeing when they breach your door wasn’t worn by you to bed!
And vote those anti-rights bastards out at the soonest possibility!
And change the stupid law.
I just arose from a short nap. J. got home about noon, and was tired after her early morning angiography. So, we adjourned to our bedrooms and sacked out.
Even though I normally arise between 6 and 7, 4:30 was a bit much this morning to see her off! I’ve not been outside since I took a quick trip to get sausage biscuits and hash browns this morning at 10 AM.
It was well over 90° then…
Here I am, catching up on email and such, when a news blip appears on my cellular telephone:
@3:08 PM, local meteorologists determined we met the record for this date, in The Valley Of The Sun.
Now, I’m not one to complain about the heat. My parents brought me here, but, as an adult I’ve chosen to stay here. And I’ve a car with a broken air conditioner.
Won’t hear me b*tch about the heat – no sirree!
I get to wear short-sleeves most Christmases.
But, I suspect oven mitts to handle the steering wheel and ingress/egress of the car are currently in order.
(not a complaint!)
J. came home without having a blockage or a stent placed. As long as we can celebrate without going anywhere, I’m happy!
One of my fav blog reads is Not Clauswitz.
He recently shared his experience re: getting the equivalent of a 34 State CCW Permit!
The 34-State course material was presented in a friendly, instructive and inviting manner. 2-hours was spent on the Utah LE perspective that drives the acceptance of the AZ permit and produces the overall 34-state blanket of reciprocity. Utah being fairly different from California in attitude, acceptance, and emphasis was a welcome eye-opener. But mainly being able to complete the Utah and Arizona CCW fingerprint cards and application forms correctly is absolutely crucial, and after the step-by-step instructions I felt confident in the process.
“Utah being fairly different from California…” Duh. :-)
Of course, with a number of ‘Constitutional Carry’ States on the list ever increasing, and people who actually read and understand The Second Amendment, the radical libertarian in me wonders at the meaning of such an act.
Sadly, the realist in me understands that many states are NOT yet Constitutional Carry, and others are downright fascistic in their approach to civilians possessing and carrying firearms. (Illinois, New York and Maryland come to mind. Not gonna mention California. I loathe stating the obvious.)
Most of you know, my Father was sports addict, and as a result (because of my inability to play after the onset of my disability at age 12), I was a sports orphan.
And the culmination of all this for me is I don’t have a passion for most sports. Watching, playing, appreciating. Because I can’t play, and because I was saturated with it as a child.
(If YOU love your sports, enjoy! It’s no problem for me. But, like religion, please leave it outside my door!)
I oft wondered about the American fetish for the love of team sports – especially baseball, football and basketball. It’s been explained to me that it has to do with civic pride. And, of course, friendly bets around the water cooler.
Or the bookie.
Marx says religion is the opiate of the masses. In this country, the opiate is also sports! I guess it stops folks from discussing religion and politics(?)
MY passion is the ability to live free. To make my own choices. To not be compelled to give to others through the power and force of government. If I choose to do so, that’s one thing. At the point of a gun, that’s another.
And, of course, my passion for the love a good woman.
Currently absent. :-(
But that’s for another post…
I’m disabled. No, that’s not it.
This is not a label I wear well. My leg disability onset when I was 12 (Legg Perthes – wiki) and other ‘issues’ have been added to the list as I have aged. (arthritis, diabetes, lymphoma, skin cancer).
I spent most of my adult life labeling myself as NOT disabled, and refusing such aids as a built-up shoe (which I now wear, aka ‘Ed Sullivan’-the really big shoe*).
I used to jog, work out, lift weights. I ran the city police obstacle course. Back and mobility issues now preclude such things.
In the past year my lower back/hip began causing me chronic pain, largely due to one leg being 3 inches shorter than the other. My doctor expressed surprise I’d not really had any back issues until now. And prescribed me exercises and additional pain meds. (Yea!)
And with diabetic neuropathy, walking, standing or even sitting can be painful.
I’m NOT looking for sympathy or pity.
But, I do wish to share with you my most common, frustrating annoyance.
As my right hip is fused, I cannot bend forward, or even lean very much. This makes sitting (as at the dinner table) sometimes painful.
It’s amazing how much food can fall off a fork and into one’s lap (or more correctly, one’s belly)!
My dinner partner can lean forward and errant food can gently fall onto her plate, or the napkin in her lap. But me?
There are even times the belly is too far and it’s hit’s my chest!
At an Italian restaurant, my shirt sometimes resembles a bad guy in the movies, with 5 hits center mass.
And I look like a complete slob – which I am not.
I spend an inordinate amount of money on stain remover – or place the napkins on my entire torso, like some bumpkin at the Mayberry diner.
Yes, I have a multitude of chronic conditions, but this is my most annoying.
I guess I’m grateful.
*ask your parents if you don’t get the reference or the joke
One of Europe’s most prominent Jewish organizations is petitioning the European Union to pass new legislation that would permit Jewish community members to carry guns “for the essential protection of their communities,” according to a letter obtained by the Washington Free Beacon.
Sadly, a leader in the European Jewish community NAMED COOPER (ironically), disagrees.
Rabbi Abraham Cooper, associate dean of the Simon Wiesenthal Center, said that while guns could help Jews defend themselves against an individual attack, only authorities can protect them against a mass attack like those carried out in France.
“As to personally being armed, such a move could help when a Jewish person is threatened by thugs, but won’t help if G-d forbid, Charlie-type terror attacks are launched,” Cooper said.
And, of course, the ever more anti-Semitic Europe will continue to debate this, while not only the Jewish community, but most Europeans, are unable to defend themselves against crime or terror.
Except, of course, the Swiss!
While France, in response to the recent attacks, pushes for MORE gun control laws!
Remember that game growing up?
John Lott gives us yet another perspective:
From the Wall Street Journal:
The Chicago Tribune delivered the “first-ever scientific study” of the nation’s biggest camera program. Researchers commissioned by the paper found little or no safety benefit: Mid-intersection “T-bones” declined, but rear-end collisions sharply increased as drivers slammed on the brakes to avoid a ticket. Most damning, the Trib cited the city’s “long-standing reliance on using the lowest possible yellow light time” to maximize revenues even at the cost of encouraging more accidents. . . .
Apparently, the message is getting out as the company that have made these cameras are slowly exiting the business.
With Redflex losing money in North America, its Australian parent company recently instructed him to “de-risk the business” by diversifying into electronic toll-taking and traffic management. Nonetheless Mr. Saunders remains keen to rescue the reputation of photo enforcement, even if that seems like a Hail Mary at this point. . . .
My ex lived in Philly for about 10 years, and they had a government contractor maintaining the traffic signals so poorly that both turned green. And her new car was totaled.
And there was no one to answer for it from the government works.
Yes, my friends, government works for the common good!
NO…stop a minute!
The latest meme in the blogosphere is regarding blogging. Or rather discontinuing blogging. I first saw it on Roberta X‘s blog, later on Rev. Paul‘s.
Essentially, it describes a kind of malaise.
Why blog anymore?
Between Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook*, blogging is being re-defined as the ‘buggy whip’ of social media. Who blogs, anymore? I mean really…
For me, it returns me to why I began blogging in the first place, and what I expected to get out of it.
I began blogging because it gave me something
constructive with which to waste my time. A personal daily discipline. And the ability to share my politics, philosophy and history with family and friends. I had no expectations then, and certainly don’t now. And have been met with a wonderful community of friends I didn’t know I had until I began blogging! Some of whom have become friends and confidants off the Internet. In the real world.
Many folks have voluntarily or involuntarily removed themselves from the blogosphere since I began. And that saddens me. It means time is passing, and people have removed themselves from our lives. That is their choice. Or Fate’s.
Guffaw, your humble blogger, will continue blogging. At least for the time being.
Weather permitting. :-) (“They’ll be a rain dance, Friday night. Weather permitting.” – George Carlin, The Indian Sergeant) See, there’s always guffaw in there, somewhere. :-)
*Facebook – Guffaw is on FB, in his real name. But, the more I blog, the less I am there. Guess I’m doing this backwards(?)
I was always interested in unarmed combat. First, when I was a kid, because I’d been bullied. And, of course, as a child I didn’t have unfettered access to guns or knives. Second, philosophically, the main reason I took kenpo karate lessons in my early 20’s.
I got into a fight as a teenager, but my opponent was younger and lighter. And less experienced. It was no contest. The second time was when a female co-worker came at me with a kitchen knife (as recounted in these pages). Thankfully, she was unskilled and acting off her meds. She was serious though.
So was I, I broke her arm.
Now, as an older, more experienced, slower, armed adult, I feel at peace.
But, what if I’m unarmed (because of legal restrictions) and am attacked? Most street punks are not 60+ years old!
The Art of Manliness does it again, with a primer on Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Basics to avoid getting hurt.
I’m disabled. I can barely walk, much less run. I’m no Bruce Lee. While I live in a whitebread college town, there is crime. There are regions I avoid.
And I’m 40 years older than that budding karateka yute who punched canvas bags and broke boards.
I LIKE having options!
Massad Ayoob is one of the gold standards in real world defensive firearms use.
Below is a list of 5 myths one hears around the shooting range or gun store. Surely to increase your chances of death or injury.
“IF YOU CAN’T DO IT WITH SIX, YOU CAN’T DO IT AT ALL!”
“MY CAR IS NEVER FAR AWAY, SO I’LL JUST KEEP MY HANDGUN/LONG GUN/SPARE AMMUNITION THERE.”
“YOU MUST PRACTICE ONLY POINT SHOOTING, BECAUSE YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE YOUR SIGHTS IN A GUNFIGHT!”
“YOU MUST PRACTICE ONLY AIMED FIRE, BECAUSE YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO HIT ANYTHING POINTING!”
“YOU CAN NEVER JUSTIFY SHOOTING A MAN MORE THAN 7/15/25 YARDS AWAY!”
In short, Mr. Ayoob ends with Beware Absolutes.
I’ve never been in a gunfight, but I have had to defend my life. I religiously wear my seat belt, but that didn’t keep from from being in a fatal accident. We don’t control circumstances or outcomes, people!
You should really go and read the whole article.
h/t Personal Defense World, Facebook