Monthly Archive for November, 2007

It’s that good ol’ D.C. smartness…

It’s November and I don’t usually get angry in November. November is a nice month. Never done me wrong. Who has done me wrong? The United Dumbasses of America*. Together we’ve got two stories come in over the past few weeks involving dumb idiots and gun laws. The first comes from Washington D.C. The second I’ll talk about later. Way later.

The ultimate United Dumbasses (my bad, the Supreme Court) have got themselves a case to shred the Constitution with. They are going to decide on a suit against Washington D.C., in which the city has a law preventing it’s citizens from having guns.

Maybe the law is there because the government is afraid of the non-voting citizens of D.C. revolting. Wait, this is America, so they never will. But, that law should be unconstitutional. Of course, so should the citizens not voting.

Either way, the arguments are that “the Supreme Court will confront whether the Second Amendment protects an individual’s right of gun ownership or merely a collective right to keep and bear arms while serving in a state militia.”

Well, let’s play Supreme Court Justice: What does the Constitution of the United States of America say?

A well-regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

Now, let’s play. “the right of the people” Notice something really cool: it doesn’t specify ‘those in the Armed Forces’, ‘the Soldiers of the United States’, or ‘Soulja Boy”. It says “people”. Got it? OK, so we can move on. Good.

“keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.”
Let’s go over that for a minute. “Keep and bear arms” means “Owning and carring guns”.

OK, “shall not be infringed.”, meaning “don’t take away.” Clear? Sure? Really? Fine.

Boy, wasn’t that fun? If you understand what I just said, then why don’t you go and sneak a robe on, run into the Supreme Court building, and look all dignified. Run.

Mindless Babble Regard Life, Coffee, and the Holiday Season.

Actually, this discussion has absolutely nothing to do with the title. Isn’t life fun? I am going to address several issues tonight regarding me. I know everybody loves me, because it’s hard to resist. It must be the radiant glow, I really don’t know.

For example, I, as you may be unaware of, make things seem like they are something different from what they really are. (I have no idea what the hell that means, but if I didn’t tell you I don’t know what that means, you wouldn’t have known, would you? See.)

Let’s take this example from this photo of me, in my kitchen, October 7th, 2006:

OK. This photo appears to me a dapper, good-looking young man deep in thought. Actually, I bit my lip waiting for the popcorn to finish in the microwave. (DO NOT take out the part about good-looking. That part is correct.) Also, even though this photo was taken over a year ago, I do remember it being dark out when I took the photo, so why the window had light coming in I have no idea.

Here is another, more recent example:
Not so hard. An even better looking young man, sitting on a couch, staring uncomfortably at something far off in the distance.

In actuality, it’s an even-better looking young man, sitting on a couch, in need of a haircut, staring uncomfortably at the guy who just walked through the door with a 12-pack of Pepsi.

Shame.

One more:
Simple. A guy whose looks beat all of those before, sitting, enjoying a Coca-Cola Vanilla beverage, reading one of the finest pieces of depressing novels in world history.

OK, do you really think I’m reading? Give me a break.

When I get angry and bitter again, I promise I will come back and unleash my fury on my humble readers.
In other words, see ya tomorrow.