Yesterday I visited one of my favorite Irish blogs and got caught up in a discussion about the right to bear arms. It started off as contentious, but one thing I like about the Irish is that they are at least willing to discuss a topic (albeit while pointing out that they think you're a f***ing idiot).
There are a number of topics that have come up (most of them are old hat) and I've been trying to answer them individually and with as much thought behind them as I can.
If you happen to jump into the discussion I would ask that you attempt to be as civil as possible. Name calling and ad hominem attacks are stupid. The consequences of the ideas being discussed may be a matter of life and death, but the discussion itself shouldn't be.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Grandad's Ire
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You have been quite eloquent in your discussion. I did this same thing about a year ago on BocktheRobber.com and stood against the railing of many folks who disagreed with me for no other reason than they didn't like guns. Huh? I still don't understand that. Anyways good for you and Thank you.
No, I'm not known for civility.
But I like the ol' geezer.
Sue, I understand. And I like the ol' geezer too. Partly because he has people like you who care for him.
For what it's worth, I agree with your sentiments about American bloggers. We're stupid - that's why we have comment areas. ;-)
You are more than welcome to beat me up any time. I just want it to be fair... so you get to have a whiffle bat and I get my .45ACP and if you ever get as pissed off at me as you did at Huckabee then I'm taking away your whiffle bat.
brianf, thanks for the kind words.
If you're ever up in the land that gave birth to the .357, .44, and .41 let me know. I've got a couple prarie dog towns all staked out and a new Savage Mako that needs to be put through its paces (you can bring your evil black rifle, but I'm not paying for all that match ammunition you feed it).
The winds here are a nightmare, the dust will make you curse all day, the rattlesnakes will fight you for the shade, hay fever will wreck your breathing, our mirages look like a John Lennon acid trip, and the targets will laugh at you every time you miss. It's glorious.
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