Hypocrisy

One of my co-workers dropped an op-ed on my desk this afternoon from the local daily rag, entitled Yes, we’ve had reason to fear, but we’ve chosen not to own a gun. Please do hop over and read it, as I won’t excerpt much from it here.

Done? Good.

I was inspired to leave a comment, which was this:

“Call us naive, but we believe that although there is evil in the world, most people are good; we have a moral obligation to help one another whenever we can because that’s the kind of world we want to inhabit.”

I am reminded of this quote:

The most glaring example of the cognitive dissonance on the left is the concept that human beings are inherently good, yet at the same time cannot be trusted with any kind of weapon, unless the magic fairy dust of government authority gets sprinkled upon them.

So Sharon and Dick, instead of opening their door and inviting the burglar in to take whatever he needed to survive, instead called the Sheriff’s department to send out an deputy – an armed deputy – to prevent their property from being stolen, or their lives from being threatened.

They’re not actually morally superior, they just think they are. They’re more than willing to farm out the threat of lethal force in their defense, they’re just not willing to take that responsibility on themselves.

Just so they can claim the moral high ground.

In other words, they’re hypocrites.

Self-inflicted

Yesterday’s QotD came from a comment left by the Geekwitha45 to a previous post.  That comment in its entirety goes:

The MSM isn’t broken.

It’s operating effectively, as designed and intended. Unfortunately, being a source of unbiased, deep information is not a design consideration.

What *is* broken is the electorate, which failed to detect that condition and correct for it.

This is why I no longer believe myself to have any duty of conscience to be chained to the outcomes of a broken electorate or electoral process.

Which sucks, because all I ever really wanted from my government was a vigorous defense of my natural rights, in a package that was safe enough to mostly ignore, instead of the ringside seats at the horror show.

Wheee.

One of my co-workers has a cartoon-a-day calendar of New Yorker cartoons.  This one is from a few days ago:
I’ve got a few thousand words to say on this topic that I just can’t get written down.  I hate when that happens, but I thought I’d share the picture with you and prompt you for your thoughts.  Maybe you’ll break my damned dam free.