Can you hear that? The gears of the NRA are turning, mobilizing for the inevitable and rabid defense of gun rights that is certain to follow the bloodbath that today claimed the life of six Arizonans and critically wounded congresswoman Gabby Giffords. As we speak, Charlton Heston's cold, dead hands punch through the turf covering his grave. He staggers toward Tucson. Moses wouldn't miss this one.
And on and on it goes.
I'm so tired of this. I'm tired of guns and bullets and bombs and violence and blood and war and death and misery and hate and vitriol and 'the Founding Fathers said this' and 'the Constitution says that' and 'you're a communist!' and 'oh, yeah? Well you're a facist!' I'm tired of anchors and hosts and bloggers (yes, bloggers) and talking heads and columnists and bumper sticker commentaries. I'm tired of Tea Parties and Blue Dogs and debts and deficits and gold standards and death panels and all of the ingredients being poured into the increasingly toxic, bubbling swill that we are force fed every day from the media, our friends, our neighbors, our families, all of us, everyone, everywhere.
It's time to calm down.
I don't want to hear 'I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore.' That was a line from a movie. That's all. Take a quick look around the world and I think you'll agree: mad isn't working for us. Mad makes crazy people do crazy things, like shoot up 18 civilians outside of the Safeway.