the gray/black/deep blue clouds raced along the blue mountains, pressed on by winds blowing steady at 30 mph and gusting, ... , well, who knows. the sun pokes through in a few places before it begins a very quick, very desultory setting.
so, i poke my head into "ron's place" for a late lunch and a cup of coffee, and sit with the boys who gather from closing their shops.
the conversation is about "gun control," and the obama/clinton/u.n. gun grab that obama touts, standing on the graves of children.
a fellow allows as how we don't need those damned automatic assault weapons, as all they are good for is killing people. the conversation gets loud at that point, as some sharply disagree: they say that as long as people obey the law with them, what's wrong with having them.
and, then, something odd. a waitress, an older lady who sort of goes with the place for as long as i can remember, says a couple of her friends on facebook say obama is not after our guns. (no, she does not own an "assault rifle.") to a person, everyone within ear shot says, oh, yes he is, the bastard. there is no doubt about what he and his minions are up to.
and, she says, that's no good. not good at all. i guess i'll set them straight.
another little old lady, the sort of small town lady of no small refinement who doesn't usually mix with the likes of louts like us, stops by and chats with us as she puts on her coat, and makes her 84 year old husband suitable for the chill outside. she chimes in with, he'll not get our guns. we need them for protection.
all in earshot nod their assent. the owner's wife sits at the end of the cafe bar having some soup, and she nods in agreement.
some may not be avid supporters of the little black guns, and they give begrudging assent to the criticism of them, but that is where the line is firmly drawn, with no compromise. the opinion is unanimous.-- nobody touches the hunting rifles, no one touches the war relics, and no one but no one will reach the shot gun in the closet without it being tucked up firmly under his nose. and, no one touches the pistols by the night stand. the home is sacrosanct.
(the fellow who doesn't like "assault rifles" is no friend of government overreaching in such matters. he relates, for the general edification, that in canada though rifles are legal, pistols are not, and the police there simply come into a home without warrant to search for them, to confiscate them, if they think a handgun is present. this does not sit well with all gathered around the little table, five seated and an equal number standing. this is not tolerable. this will not be tolerated, here. period.)
they know what kind of world it is, and they live in no delusion that our own government is thoroughly capable of contributing to the miseries involved in life.
they will not give up their protection. they know where intrusion starts, and they know where their liberty extends, and it is right where the shotgun barrel tucks up under the s.e.i.u. thug's nose.
john jay @ 12.20.2012
p.s. you may think from this that the "assault weapon" issue is where the camel gets his nose in the tent, where the bedouin in the white house splits the unity of the gun community on the "gun ban" issue.
the fellow who doesn't like assault rifles, doesn't think anyone needs them, is not shy about telling me what he thinks about my enthusiasm for them.
but, that doesn't mean he approves of anyone messing with my rights to have them, or to enjoy them.-- he's not worried about upbraiding me for advocating them, for personal and political reasons. (and, he acknowledges the political reasons.) but, that doesn't mean he's gonna throw me under the obama bus, or support anyone's effort to compel me not to have them. it's a matter of my choice, and his choice, and he'll inform me so that i make the right choice in his view. he draws the line at my decision being compelled by force.
and, he know's what the bedouin is up to, sending his camel round sniffing in tents.
in this community, people think a fight is coming. they don't particularly act to me that they are shying from it. they sure are not shy about talking about it, which in this part of the country, means they know which side of the fence they stand. gun in hand.