Open Thread - Friday, March 16, 2017
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.
― Dwight D. Eisenhower
Funkin' eh! I am looking for something. I do not know what it is, but I will keep looking. You see, there is no one around here to talk to, so I frequent my local micro-brewery, as a way to meet people.
I struck up a friendship with a couple of ladies, sisters, and we team up for Wednesday night trivia. Additionally, a husband and wife, that Sue and I always ran into when out for live music, frequents the microbrewery.
The husband and wife happen to also be progressives and medical professionals, so we get on quite well. This past weekend the microbrewery sponsored a BBQ competition, facilitating beer and BBQ on the streets. I walked over the the festivities, and ran into one of the sisters, and a friend of hers. Then we ran into the husband and wife. Everybody was having a good time and then ...
We were standing in a BBQ line when a local politician came up to talk and ask us to vote for him. The guy picked me, a long haired leaping gnome, to kick things off, let me know he was law enforcement, was running for a county commissioner seat and his issue was securing our schools. He handed me his card, with an Eagle inside a circle of stars. I drew some quick conclusions and rattled off: School security, me too, universal background checks, smart triggers, close the gun show loophole and get the military weapons off of the streets. He responded with a non sequitur about rounding up guns, and another of our group went off on him about the BS answer. I told him the antidote to poison is not more poison, which justed confused him, and the other XY in our group told him the conversation was over, goodbye.
Interestingly, everyone else nearby waved him away.
I have to admit, running off the fool was very satisfying.
I grabbed some brisket.
... and a beer.
We hung around until...
... and shuffled home.
Have a great weekend! The thread is OPEN.