“Why Do East Tennesseans Love Their Guns?” is a well written article by Jesse Fox Mayshar who appears to be a Non-Gunner. None of the snide remarks we are used to or condescending tones.
The closing is one I agree with
Unlike some gun enthusiasts, he doesn’t necessarily think there’s anything wrong with anyone who doesn’t want to own a gun (or 19 of them). But he does wish that people who don’t like guns could just think of it the way he thinks of golf: as something that other people enjoy, for some unfathomable reason.
“You really don’t have to understand it,” he says, almost plaintively. “I hate to use this buzzword, but I will: It’s tolerance.”
In other words, gun people say: We’re here. Don’t fear. Just get over it.
Mr Mayshar deserves kudos for a good article. It is thoughtful and amazingly deep. He did a darn good job of presenting rather than judging.
Sharp as a Marble points out that Floridian’s blood turn to slushie when temps drop below the 50° mark. And even though I can see the instant smirk from our brothers and sisters up north, I want to let them know that our temps just do not drop but implode. At more Northern latitudes, they go through an adjustment period called Fall when their 2 weeks tops of “heat” they have in Summer, gently slides down over a period of months to a freeze-your-butt frigidity. We are not that lucky since apparently LIN, the God of Weather decide to do cast his magic gas and the temp drops almost 50 degrees overnight after eight months of Two Degrees Hotter Than Hell weather.
I am betting on snow this winter and not the one from Colombia.
Where the hell are my socks?
What’s in Jack Bauer’s bag?
Three vials of sodium pentothal
Chase’s other arm- there is no way that Jack was unaware that Chase broke Kim’s heart. Jack always gets his revenge.
Copy of CTU Distress Codes (2004 Edition)
Three Cruise missiles
Four pairs of flexicuffs
Sun Tzu’s The Art of War
Medieval Iron Maiden
Pair of pearl-handled Colt revolvers
Habib Marwan’s heart
Cell phone and PDA chargers
Swiss Army knife
Box of Powerbars
Two Fruit Punch Gatorades
Change of underwear
Schematics of every building in Los Angeles
Two claymore anti-personal mines
Driver’s License, Helicopter Pilot’s License, Airplane Pilot’s License, SCUBA certification card, CPR certification card, Frequent Finagler card
Bamboo shoots (for torture)
Branding irons (for torture)
Three pints of type sensitive blood
Kim’s senior portrait from high school
Approximately 17,000 9mm bullets
Night vision goggles
Centrum A-Zinc vitamins
Copy of Barstool Sports
Arab-English dictionary, Spanish-English dictionary, Farsi-English dictionary, Russian-English dictionary
Mass Card for Edgar’s wake
Picture of him and Tony Almeida performing “Love Is a Battlefield” at CTU: Los Angeles’ Annual Karaoke Christmas Party
Ticket for year long vacation, flight leaves tomorrow at 8:30 AM
Our sweet Siamese cat Krysty passed away this morning. The first time she came home, she was so small she fit in my shirt’s pocket and did not stop complaining from the pet shop till we got home. I had the honor of accompany her on her last trip out of our lives. In the pic, she is with Missy, our rescued Maine Coon mix with nutcase whom she accepted from second one without any jealousy or conflict. For a childless couple, she was our child and we are mourning her passing almost as if she was human.
And that is all I have to say.