It only seems that the Blaska Policy Werkes has an opinion on everything. Even the Werkes recognizes that discretion is the better part of valor.
About Las Vegas, a very intelligent and accomplished friend from college days asks:
How long will we have to wait for Wayne Lapierre to appear on Fox News and declare that the “only solution to a bad guy with fully automatic weapons is a good guy with fully automatic weapons”? And will the good guy need 30 of them?
The editorialists are already dusting off their “Something must be done” opinion pieces. But what?
From this distance, it appears this guy had jiggered his weapons to become fully automatic and, thus, illegal. No criminal record. No mental health issues. No extremist political affiliation — not even Bernie Sanders. How do you prevent guns from falling into such hands without impeding the good guys? How many guns are too many? What Big Government tracking system must be devised and staffed?
We are willing to say that the call for Constitutional Carry — i.e., no concealed carry license required — is mistaken and probably, in the wake of Vegas, DOA.
Finally, we’ll make this point again and not for the last time: are police really the problem in the U.S.?
What’s it all about?
Speaking of college days, our dormitory reverberated to the Doors’ Light My Fire, reeked of too much cologne Friday nights, and was stuffed with Playboy magazines. Odd, now that we reel backward through the mist of time, that the Squire does not recall ever purchasing one or keeping one.
(People! We had one telephone on each floor. It was in the hallway! My dorm room had maybe the only television on the floor. It was black and white! It got four channels! It signed off at midnight with the Lord’s prayer!)
The Squire enjoys a good dose of high-proof bile, if well crafted. It also helps when he agrees.
Here is token conservative Ross Douthat in the NY Times: “Hugh Hefner, gone to his reward at the age of 91, was a pornographer and chauvinist who got rich on masturbation, consumerism and the exploitation of women, aged into a leering grotesque in a captain’s hat, and died a pack rat in a decaying manse where porn blared during his pathetic orgies.”
Hef was the grinning pimp of the sexual revolution, with quaaludes for the ladies and Viagra for himself — a father of smut addictions and eating disorders, abortions and divorce and syphilis, a pretentious huckster who published Updike stories no one read while doing flesh procurement for celebrities, a revolutionary whose revolution chiefly benefited men much like himself …. He even claimed to have a philosophy, that final refuge of the scoundrel.
Ah yes, the “philosophy.” It was NOT about love or commitment or responsibility. No appeal to character, all given to appearance and accoutrements. Immediate gratification was its high sacrament. So, of course, Hefner championed abortion. Nothing was said about fatherhood.
How has that been workin’? (Liberals — even many women libs — still love the guy.)
That great Burt Bacharach/Hal David song, “What’s it all about, Alfie?” comes to mind. “Is it just for the moment we live? Are we meant to take more than we give?”
Mark your calendar for Ald. Skidmore’s listening session on policing Wednesday evening. Our friend Paula Fitzsimmons has the skinny on that and more.
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