And THIS is Why We’re Winning

With all the kerfuffle over the OCT guys toting long guns into Chipotle, etc., I humbly submit that they’ve lost track of the goal.  The idea is to make people COMFORTABLE around firearms, and you don’t do that by waving them in their faces.  As other people have noted, this:

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and this:


share a common meme – “We’re not going away, get used to us!” But waving guns in the face of the public really isn’t any more effective than waving genitalia.  However, as Teresa Nielson Hayden put it so well several years ago,

Basically, I figure guns are like gays: They seem a lot more sinister and threatening until you get to know a few; and once you have one in the house, you can get downright defensive about them.

It’s that “getting to know a few” that we need to keep concentrating on.  THIS is how we keep winning:

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It’s “The Smile.” You ALWAYS get The Smile.

Scares the hell out of the anti-gunners, that does.

Haven’t Done THAT in a While

So, back when I posted about my semi-retirement from blogging, one of the reasons I gave was “I’ve got a stack of books that need reading.”

I just blew through fifteen volumes of The Dresden Files in fifteen days.  I guess I need to get the book of short stories next.

Good stuff.  If you’re into “urban fantasy,” Jim Butcher does it very, very well.  And I like his main character, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.  Reminds me a lot of Robert B. Parker’s Spenser.  Who wouldn’t like a wisecracking wizard Private Investigator with a gun?

Quote of the Day – Wish I’d Said That Edition

MiddleAgedKen left this zinger of an Education QotD as a comment to the P.J. O’Rourke QotD from a few days back:

To be minimally fair, a good high-school education is still essential, and college is (if you’re lucky) where you go to get one.

I’ve said it before somewhere, if not in here, that a high-school diploma used to mean you were ready for the workforce. Now it’s a BA. A high-school diploma just means you were bodily present long enough that they had to give you a piece of paper to make you go away.