Guns can be dangerous. Yep, could shoot yourself in the foot or worse. And no one in their right mind wants their family threatened by an armed idiot--or even an armed genius. But let's just look at what happens when something is prohibited that has been around for centuries. Now a good beer once in a while is just so freaking good, especially on a hot day. But having lived, even if briefly, with an alcoholic, it is tempting to say that alcohol should not be so easy to get. But this nation tried outlawing alcohol at one point and created a horrible situation with mobs, mafia, and murders out the wahzoo! Prohibition created outlaws out of sensible citizens, too. On the other hand, many a woman made a living out of bathtub brewing during those days. Something that can be hurtful can also be a blessing.
My oldest son could not understand why liquor stores were considered a necessity during the worst of this pandemic. Well, just see how long the hospitals and morgues will be able to function when all the alcoholics are suddenly cut off. Not a pretty picture. Now that is not to say that guns and alcohol are that much alike because they certainly are not. Hardly anyone around me--well, with one possible exception--would invite anyone over just to enjoy his or her guns. Homebrew is another thing entirely. Hot dogs and homebrew? A Gatlin gun and a beer? Yep, some folks are like that. But the point that this little epistle to the wind is attempting to make is that creating a law to prevent deaths from shooting by attempting to outlaw guns is a lot like trying to take away alcohol. Not a good idea for several reasons.
Where do the criminals get their guns if they are already prohibited from having a firearm as a felon? Do you really think it is difficult to get a gun? One friend who lived in Colombia wanted me to send him a gun. Had to tell him, "Not only nope, but Hell nope!" Can just see the department of alcohol and fire arms or whatever it is called coming to pay a visit. Now if he had been a smoker, some tobacco could have been sent through the mail maybe. But the customs folks opened the package and removed the sweet corn sent to him because they refused to have any other seed corn in their country other than the ones approved by Dow or whichever company is trying to make them go entirely GMO. So he did not get the sweet corn sent to him. Do you really think a country like Colombia would have a problem with him sending ME something? Nope, it is all about what comes INTO their country. So Mexico could ship us all the guns and cannons in their stockpile, and no one would say a freaking thing. They certainly have no trouble sending homeless children as sex slaves to this country.
The easiest preventable deaths in this country would be to stop abortions on demand. The time to make a choice is before having sex, not after a child is conceived. Then make adoptions part of the program for Planned Parenthood. Want to make highway deaths preventable? Put a breathalyzer in EVERY vehicle that can go over ten mph. Want to really prevent more deaths? Stop letting pharmaceutical companies advertise their products. Two drugs that have caused countless deaths include metformin and one of the other diabetic drugs that has now been taken off the market for causing heart attacks. Innovation is wonderful when it makes sense. But just like trying to determine portion size and number of calories consumed by the public, common sense has not always been part of the equation. Look at the WIC or food stamp purchases that permit unlimited amounts of candies and soft drinks by the participants. Yes, vegetables are much more expensive than sodas, but how can that many empty calories be good for a person, much less their children?
Ok, will scoot the soapbox under my desk and tell you about the latest in weed removal. The hens are not the least bit dumb. They recognize dirt removal when they see it, so it is a matter of moving the weed to one side, dig under it with the pointy end of the tool Jennifer got for me, then pull the weed, tap the root, move the hens, and throw the weed in a big white bucket. They take care of worms, grubs, and scratching in the dirt. So far about one third of the lots are finished. Was SO tempted to call Stephen and ask for the loan of the twins, but decided that there simply is no excuse not to do this work myself. Getting down on my knees is good exercise and something like the best position for prayer.
Not that yours truly would know what she was looking at, but wanted to load the x-rays on my computer before sending them to Dr. Jensen. Can't figure out how to open the files. My guess is that he will know how, and that is really all that matters. If anyone knows of a good chiropractor in this area, please let me know.
Did something today that is also new to me. Paid online and bought some beef: a couple of ribeyes, some hamburger, and some liver. www.billbrownbeef.com is the address. They have a ranch in the Megargel area (Archer County) with about 1200 head of cattle. All raised right there on the ranch. That means buying locally raised meat and free delivery! Can't beat that with a stick. And the hamburger was $5 a pound, so my daughter would be proud of me!
Bill Brown Beef is going to be happy for our association. My girl just asked for ten ribeyes, ten packages of hamburger, and some skirt steak. Mine is about to be delivered right now! Wow! That is some kind of service! Learned about these folks from a beautician at Spa Bella.
My back is beginning to tell me about how much more is going to get done today in that little weed plucking adventure. Whew! Jennifer found something to kill the pain for me, but will have to wait until it is time to go to bed to do that. It is funny to me that my neighbor down the street believes the weeds that are not edible to my hens are supposed to produce the same effects as the wacky weed they sell in Colorado. Can tell you right this hot minute that these weeds are not doing anything good for me! Well, maybe they are causing me to get exercise--a good thing for an old girl who does not do very much any longer.
Coming back from Jenn's house, brought my riding helmet in case someone has a horse that needs to be ridden gently. Not up to the hell-bent-for-leather of my youth. Can't believe my body made it to this age, all things considered. One bad fall is all it takes to cripple someone for life. Cindy Jones was saying that her doctor got kicked in the head by a horse and died. Now that is pretty sad. Not taking any chances so the kids don't have to come up here and clear out the old homestead any time soon.
Cooked a good Angus roast from Market Street this morning. So now will have to wait a few days to try out this new beef. Called Jenn to see if she wanted some liver. The reaction was suitably ferocious! Ack! Ack! Bleah! Not only no, but Hell no! She won't even let it in the house!
Well, my body is tired, but the sight of those multiple messes of weeds just sitting out there making seeds is just too much for me. Here goes another assault on the "meadowing" of Dickerson Hill.
Please remember those like Joe Malay who are fighting illnesses. Then remember those poor families who lost someone is that horrible shooting in Colorado. May God give them peace, even if it takes a bit to get there. Horrors of daily life in some countries are becoming more prevalent here. May God protect us and those we love.
May you sleep well and awake refreshed and ready to deal with whatever life hands you. You are loved.
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