At Least I Look Good on Facebook

So, it looks like the NRA wins again as it was announced today that an assault weapon ban is to be dropped from a gun bill floundering on the floor of the Senate.

Once again the cowardice of congress and the American people is ringing out across the globe.

What are we telling the rest of the world? We are telling them that in America we have a hard time learning from our mistakes. However, that’s not the end of it; the American public is showing the ignorance the rest of the world accuses us of having by giving into the fear and hurricane mentality stirred up by fear mongers.

Is there any reasonable excuse as to why Newtown has seen an increase in applications for gun permits? Surely those that have seen the damage caused by assault weapons should long to see them removed from the average persons hands. Let’s be honest, does anyone that has travelled on an American freeway want a weapon of any kind in the hands of most American drivers? We ignore speed limits like a dull hum; we find it difficult to avoid getting behind the wheel without a few beers in us; we have little use for rules unless undue harm is, or is about to be, inflicted upon us. Lanes? Bah! They’re for liberals!

For a nation that has little interest in rules, or at least living by them, we enjoy the fruits our legal system, along with passing our righteous belief in our own happiness and well-being. So, when the gun control debate heated up following the Sandy Hook Massacre, both sides organized their offensive and counter.

Bait and maneuver.

There was never enough to grasp, but more than enough to get worked up over. However, despite this seeming stalemate it looked as though favor was beginning to sway in the direction of a ban on assault weapons. Then, as is the wont in the Western World: a new tragedy reared its ugly head and swiped Newtown from our consciousness.

As we well know, American interest only extends so far as the media has air time for it.

Well, this is never more true that today with the scrapping of the assault weapons ban.

Chris Cox, chief lobbyist for the NRA said, “History has proven that a senseless ban of firearms based on cosmetic features will not make our communities safer. Congress should reject this so-called ‘assault weapons ban’ whether it is offered as a stand-alone bill or as an amendment.”

Good thing he got his wish. But, does that make him right? Are human beings safer with weapons? For me it’s simple. If you’re swayed by the wild uproar of a terrible massacre; carried away by so much fear and panic that the desire to own a gun seems to be the only possible option, then you have ignored the entire event that led you to this decision.

Shiny toys led to more attention on the street, and as much as it will pain many Americans to hear: most of you are not heroes. Someone stirred by fear to such a degree they make an irrational decision, is no hero – they are the characters in war films you shout at, scream, curse and vilify.  They are the cowards, the obstacles your heroes must endure to find justice, victory and a clear conscience.

This is why I curse Congress and the American public today. Why not stand up and fight for something?

Oh, I suppose you have. You’ve fought for your civil liberties, which has come in the shape of an AR-15 you aren’t sure how to load, clean or keep safe, but you look damn cool with it in your Facebook profile picture.

Forget the kids, the movie patrons and hundreds of victims across the United States who have died as a result of assault weapons being doled out through a poor screening process and relaxed gun laws, you have your gun(s) – you can’t pay your credit card bills or taxes but you’ve got a gun and are prepared to kill anyone that tries to take it away from you. From little kids to pinko-commie liberal bastards; we’re all fair game when it comes to your rights.

Well done America, you’re living up to the ignorant, inbred persona the rest of the world assumes we have.






The America I Know

The America I grew up with is a land full of opportunities and chances; it is a world of unbelievable wealth and much of that is accessible.

As immigrants and natives alike, we have had imbedded in us the concept that whatever we can dream for ourselves is a viable possibility – we just have to work for it.

What a load of Soviet propaganda. Children are still fed this totalitarian drivel on their way to dreamland, minutes after switching the Kardashian’s off of the television.

Money has always been the bedrock of American life, there’s no denying it. We make money, and as a nation we’re quite good at it.

But, what gets swept under the rug is our innate ability to dream of wealth. Why is that a problem one might ask? Fear not, I will tell you: it is because the longer one dreams of becoming wealthy the more it becomes a necessity. And, the larger the necessity the less work one becomes willing to put into to obtain it. The longer the wait, the more reason it should fall into the wisher’s lap.

America is no longer a nation of hard work, grit and determination. We are a coddled people that expect the world to bend for us.

I am speaking generally. But, generalities find ways of become legitimacies. What happened to the Christian values so many American’s are fighting to have returned to the fabric of the country? Good will towards man? Surely that boils down to the human right of free health care for one and all? To me that means no one goes hungry within our borders; no one should be cold tonight. But, money seeps into all of these things. Those that oppose this “charity” will argue that we don’t have the money to feed 350 million people; that free health care would drain our economy – however, charity is giving old clothes to shelters. These are basic human rights. A human being should be warm, should be entitled to good health and the ability to eat.

But money, it’s there arching over these human rights like a little sad grey cloud coming to ruin our picnic. Wealth only comes to those who look out for number one, and human decency must fall by the wayside to achieve this dream. The American wants more, needs more and urges their saccharine God for the swift bestowing of it.

I dream of an American that I read about in books, where doors were opened to strangers looking for a bite to eat and a warm bed on their journey elsewhere; I dream of town doctors that would never turn away a patient that had only a few pennies in their pocket to pay for treatment. Sadly, this America could only exist in fiction because it contradicts the basic tenements of human nature: treat people as you would want to be treated when it suits you.

There are no glory days, times of antiquity in which we turn to because man has been looking backward since time immemorial, but money keeps us walking forward.

However, we can change that today. We can wake up tomorrow, step out of our front door and begin thinking about the world as a shared home – all of us roommates in a weird situational comedy: loving, living, dying and everything else that makes up our script – you don’t want to be the bastard that finishes the milk so your roommate can’t have a coffee in the morning; you don’t want to be the jerk that wipes their snot in between the couch cushions, or the lout who trims their toenails on the sofa, but doesn’t clean them up. Wake up in the morning, and give something. It doesn’t have to be a homeless person. Give to a charity like water aid, or second harvest; or, if you still hate to part with your funds, give blood – you’ll make it back in no time and score some juice and a cookie.

We get carried away sometimes with trivial things, with money and wealth topping that list for me. It’s despicable that the wealthiest country in the world has a divide between the have and have not’s such as it does. If you’re wealthy and you read this it would be wild to suggest that you’ve lived your life without wanting. Remember that feeling and think if that was your everyday, and it was food, shelter or health care you clamoured after.

Man exists for too short of time to treat one another like strangers. We all endure; why not make it a little easier on one another if you can.