Few in this group are old enough to have any but fleeting, mythological memories, of how all this “gun control will halt violence” business came about.
It is rare that great age can be seen by the bearer as advantageous, but in this case, well then, there it is. I am old enough to have far more tactile and far, far more than fleeting mythological memories of the birth of the gun control industry.
Jack Kennedy, the most, ferociously, conservative President of any of our near lifetimes, was an active member of the NRA and proudly said so on many occasions and had a rifle presented to him in the Oval Office by that group not long at all before Jack was himself gunned down with a different sort of rifle.
Jack’s political agenda during his all too brief tenure was pithily and blessedly concise:
Kill Commies abroad and cut taxes, most particularly so in the marginal brackets, here at home.
Jack Kennedy’s assassination caused great grief and, yes, public crying, I remember well. Nobody would cry over the killing of a President today.
Any of us old enough to remember that day in Dallas can visualize the minute by minute of that horrible weekend.
In those halcyon days, if one man shot another, you shot the guilty party, closed the case, went home and had a cocktail and full luncheon and felt both vindicated and satisfied.
That attitude regarding murder and what to do about it remains the overwhelmingly popular consensus in America today and always will do so.
Jack’s death is salient because in those days, what is called leftism, was yet a twinkle in the eye of the New York Times, a paper nobody anymore reads, except for jest.
I of course have not read the offered piece from that paper served up here because, the attitude of the New York Times is such that anybody here likely could have written the piece themselves, likely better written, although by most of us in mimicry.
There was a common expression in journalism circles many years ago:
“The New York Times: Bad ideas, worse writing.”
It was later in the 1960’s, after the killing of Luther King, the Republican black rights standard bearer and of Jack’s baby brother, Bobby, an even more vociferous conservative than was Jack, but yet more so, irremediably ambitious, who had moved hard left, sensing advantage in the shift in the times, that the infantile ones began the drum beat to the tune of:
“Guns kill people, get rid of guns.”
Perhaps if the left had something else, more modern, timely and worthwhile, to say about the subject than that, somebody might notice.
But the left doesn’t have anything else, or more modern, timely and worthwhile to say, save:
“Goodness me, guns kill people, get rid of guns.”
And nobody will listen to the listless message of the left any more now than normal people ever have done.
In fact, if there is a message being kicked around American households to do with guns today, it is likely this:
“Arm everybody in the house to the teeth because you are the only one who will have the chance to save yourself, your loved ones and others when the bullets fly…and fly they will.”
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man.~~Finis Origine Pendet…The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”~~My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~~~Non SibiThe escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~
Rejoice and Glad!!
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~
~~EX LIBRIS~~~~THEOS EK MĒCHANĒS~~6 December, Sunday Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015
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CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)
THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICASeal of The Catholic University of America
Deus Lux Mea Est
Acta Est Fabula
The escape concludes…
The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.
1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.
Acta Est Fabula.