Month: April 2013

What would you ban?

Book burningI’m gonna go a little bit out on a limb and ask about taboos with a little compare and contrast. And no, even though I start this out with an example about gun control, the point isn’t about that. It’s about taboo and how that might apply to other rights, their expression, and the rationale for that expression.

There’s a line of thinking that goes, “just because you have a right doesn’t mean you should go out of your way to express it to the extreme and cling to those extremes.” I think it’s where the left’s pejorative “gun fetishists” springs from. There may even be a hint of truth in it. Is it possible some folks own firearms and geek out on them the same way others geek out on cars, sports, or a million different hobbies? That they do it, “just because I can and *you* can’t stop me?” Never mind the whether it lacks in decorum. There may even be a bit of rockstar defiance in both the act and in the display. Is that inherently wrong?

The message I get from the sorts of folks that lob “gun fetishists” around like a cute and clever verbal grenade (high five!) is that there is something inherently perverse, something pathological, about the kind of person that cares more for his right to own semi-automatic rifles and high-capacity magazines, all behind a veil of privacy, more than the safety and security of children. Or innocent civilians. Or wolves. Or whatever the sacred cow du jour happens to be. The only reason, say the Moral Highgrounders, a person could feel that way is if there is something fundamentally wrong with them.

Where do we draw that line? (more…)


Death to Stabby, or Couldn’t we all use a little schadenfreude right about now?

Kiwi slices
Ohhhhhhhhhh. Huh?

Today’s adventure involves scalpels.

It seems Universe is getting back at me for all the times I’ve called someone else a boil on the ass of society, except that Universe either has really bad aim or a sense of humor. In a place that um, shall we say, affects my mobility, there arose a boil a couple days ago. Not only did a hot compress do diddly, I managed to piss it off something fierce somehow. Yesterday it told me how angry it was with a hot, stabbing pain any time I (pick one/mix and match): bent down, turned, twisted, knelt, squatted, climbed, or carried. Luckily, that was only the last half of the day. Before that it was just mildly uncomfortable. If this doesn’t cause at least a little schadenfreude from some quarters I’ll be both mystified and disappointed. (more…)