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Where are the grown-ups?

Have we gone completely mad?

It is completely legal for people who have a permit to carry
either a concealed or an open weapon to attend a Presidential rally.
And they are doing just that! We shoot Presidents in this country!

Idiots--idiots!--are chanting slogans such as a line from Thomas Jefferson,
that "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood
of patriots and tyrants," and carrying loaded weapons to where
the President is addressing a crowd. The clearly-intended inference
is that the President is a tyrant. The same lame-brains--No, that is
too kind--the same idiots call the President a Nazi or a Communist.

How can a civilized nation sit on its hands, thumbs up,
and not be outraged at what we have come to? Of course
those people have a legal right to carry, not just handguns,
but rifles and shotguns in public places, because we passed laws
that allow them to. We have pretended that allowing people
to carry concealed or open weaponry makes us safer!

Somewhere in Congress there has to be a grown-up who will stand up
and say, right out loud, that we have gone mad! This is not about
the right to bear arms, the right to go hunting, or the right to self-defense.
This is about what we need to do to prevent someone during a
shouting match, as our Republican friends have openly promoted,
from doing what they are shouting about. Calling the President
a Nazi or a Communist might be withing the bounds of free speech,
however uninformed and utterly stupid it is, but allowing that same
gathering to come armed to the demonstration is pure madness.

Can we pretend that racism has been put behind us? Of course not!
Unbearable numbers of people making mindless protests against
a better health care program are not primarily concerned about
health care. They are scared in ways they do not want to talk about,
by having a Black man as a President, by their stupid belief that he
is a Muslim (or as one woman said, 'an Arab"), by the appointment
of an Hispanic woman to the Supreme Court, but the growing numbers
of non-Caucasian people who are our citizens, by what has happened
to our economy, by their own crumbling economic well-being, and
by people who speak English almost as well as they do, and who
speak other languages, as well. they are scared, and some of them
are armed, and they are shouting slogans. They are dangerous.

Any sensible person, even one who thinks that a lot of people
should have the right to carry a weapon, has to understand
that what is going on is life-threatening, and a threat to a civil society.

The Mall of America in Minneapolis, and many other establishments
have the right to exclude weaponry on their premises, but we allow
people frothing at the mouth to pack heat to a Presidential rally!

Where are the grown-ups?

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