Business is BOOMing in Texas

I posted this cartoon on my Facebook page – twice – last week:

 

 

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I also posted the accompanying article from the San Francisco Chronicle detailing how Governor Perry is demanding an apology from the cartoonist, Jack Ohman, and the Sacramento Bee, the paper that ran the original cartoon, because he is “disgusted and disappointed” on behalf of the 15 people (mostly first responders and firefighters) who died in the explosion of the ammonium nitrate fertilizer factory in West, Texas. (The article linked here has an excellent run-down on the events at the West Chemical and Fertilizer Company – definitely worth a read.)

Now, I have someone on my Facebook page wagging her finger at me for posting the cartoon that’s upsetting Governor Goodhair. She’s a friend, but she’s lecturing me about how the cartoon is “in bad taste” and blah-blah-blah. I hate being lectured, and wagging your finger in my face is like that cliche about the red flag and the bull. Thus, this post. Perhaps, instead of being annoyed, I should thank my friend for her inspiration.

Is this cartoon in bad taste?

Sure. Of course it is. But, as far as I’m concerned, it’s in much worse taste to allow the owners of that factory to do whatever-the-hell they wanted and violate all kinds of safety regulations – which are in place – DUH – to keep people safe from rapacious and unscrupulous business owners who are willing to cut every corner and take every shortcut (even if it kills people – they can be replaced easily and cheaply, right?) to maximize their profits.

Political cartoons, satires, op-eds – anything that calls out hypocrisy, stupidity, dangerous behavior and/or a complete disregard for the safety of your fellow human beings is very often in bad taste. Those things, by their very nature, are in bad taste – and they need to be, in order to hammer home the point.

Governor Perry has repeatedly bragged about how great a place Texas is to do business; he’s even called it the “Texas Miracle.” “C’mon over to Texas, boys! We’ll keep the gubmint’s nose outcher bidness – you do whatever you want and make BIG profits! And – you can even squirrel your money away in your offshore accounts – we got low taxes here – if you’re rich, o’course!” Texas is one of only seven states in the US that does not have a state income tax on personal income – and don’t those big corporate guys love their accountants – who can magically make millions of dollars in profit vanish into thin air, courtesy of our federal tax code (which overwhelmingly favors the rich).

Yeah, it’s a miracle, all right. What Rick Perry’s “Texas Miracle” basically means is, that if you want to make bombs or ammunition or refine gasoline or make ammonium nitrate fertilizer, you don’t have to provide a safe workplace, follow safety procedures to handle dangerous materials, and you can zone a factory handling dangerous materials right smack in the middle of a residential neighborhood (keeps your workers conveniently close by, you know?). You can flip OSHA the bird – just like the owners of the West Chemical and Fertilizer Company did:  the last full safety inspection of that plant was conducted in 1985. Do the math. You can simply ignore the Department of Homeland Security’s rule that they must be notified if your business stores or uses more than a certain quantity of dangerous materials – the folks at West Chemical and Fertilizer Company did just that. And a $6000 fine? Eh. Just another cost of doing business – which can most likely be written off as some sort of business expense when April 15th rolls around.

In my opinion (which is what this blog is all about, right?) if Governor Rick Perry wants to brag about how Texas is the place with low taxes and few regulations, he needs to be called out.

Why? Because when you go up the chain of responsibility, ultimately, it’s his fault those people died.

And if now’s not the time to call him out on it…when IS the time?

Don’t think I’m not sorry for those poor people in West, TX. They have suffered and are suffering terribly, and my heart goes out to them.

…But how much do you want to bet that the vast majority of them voted for Rick Perry and Mitt Romney? It may sound heartless, but the people of West, Texas have learned, in the hardest way possible, that elections DO have consequences. “Small government” and “lower taxes” sounds really good on paper – but when you live next door to a fertilizer factory which is essentially a giant bomb?

Not so much.

Three Categories

My friends and I fall into three categories these days:  1) those who are pissed off at President Obama for offering up Social Security (via the chained CPI) to the hostage-taking terrorist lunatics with the teabags hanging from their hats that make up the GOP as a “pre-emptive compromise,” 2) those who are convinced that the president is playing a sly three-dimensional game of chess while the room-temperature-IQ Tea Partiers are fumbling around with their tiddlywinks, and 3) those who are dazed, worn-out and confused.

How do I categorize myself? For me, it’s “all of the above.”

 I’d (of course) have to turn in my lefty socialist union thug card if I wasn’t pissed at the president for offering up our Social Security as a “pre-emptive compromise.” Who the hell does that?! If I’m going to negotiate on the price of a must-have treasure I find at a flea market, I’m sure as hell not going to offer the seller a higher amount than what’s written on the price tag as a “pre-emptive compromise”! Hell, no. I’m going to start out with a lowball offer and work my way up to the highest price I’m willing to pay – if I wanted to pay full price, I would simply hand over my cash and walk away with my treasure clutched firmly in my hot little hands. And vice-versa, if I’m negotiating with my employer for a raise or with a new employer for my salary, I’m going to figure out what I want, keep that number in my head – and add a chunk to it so I can be bargained down to the number I want. And yes, there’s always the chance I might be offered the higher amount, and that’s all good. So yeah, I guess I belong in group 1, people who are pissed off at President Obama for offering up Social Security to the hostage-takers in the GOP.

But then again, over the last four years, I have also watched President Obama outmaneuver and literally run rings around those dumb dopes in the GOP – administering beating after beating and forcing the Republicans to do really stupid things – like demand that the rich get to keep their tax break for their private jets (really, Republicans?), attempt to tie food assistance for poor children to their grades in school, and all sorts of other shoot-yourself-in-the-foot kinds of things. So? That means I also fall into group 2, those who are convinced that the president is playing three-dimensional chess while the drooling gomers in the GOP are forming up the circular firing squad.Image

That leaves group 3:  the confused, the dazed and the exhausted. And yes, I fall squarely into this group as well. First of all, I’m on outrage overload; after more than a decade of appalling bigotry, idiocy, ignorance, the insulting invasions of my body the Republicans are trying to sign into law, their attempts to strip Americans of their rights – the right to vote, the right to form a union, etc., coupled with the war crimes of the Bush administration and the detestable antics of the most embarrassing Supreme Court in our history…? My circuits are fried, and my irony meter exploded a long time ago.

We progressives end up going through this same stress every time President Obama ladles out one of his generous dollops of booty in the form of offering cuts to Medicare, cuts to food assistance, cuts to …whatever…  in order to appease the GOP – you know, that “pre-emptive compromise” thing? I definitely give a damn, because of course, my reaction to every single one of the president’s “pre-emptive compromise” thingies is to be completely pissed off, and I invariably find myself nodding vigorously along with the always-predictable outrage of my heroes, folks like Bernie Sanders, Paul Krugman, Ed Schultz and Rachel Maddow (even though she’s so very nice – even when she’s outraged).

Like Forrest Gump, I’m kinda tired. So, if the president is playing that very deep game of 3-dimensional chess, I wish he’d find a way to let us know – a secret password or maybe a Barack-signal.

Death in Big Bear

I’ve already pissed a lot of people off with my comments on this subject. I’ve been yelled at by people who tell me that DORNER WAS A MURDERER AND HE DESERVED TO DIE!!!!! etc.

But this is America, people. Timothy McVeigh killed a hell of a lot more people than Christopher Dorner did – and yet, we managed to give him a fair trial and convict him of his crime.

How is it that we’re now perfectly fine with what was essentially the summary execution of a suspect who hadn’t even been charged with a crime? Well, I’m not OK with it. I’m not defending what Chris Dorner did. Not at all. What he did was heinous and terrible. But what I am saying is that no matter how heinous and terrible his crime, he was still entitled to justice under our laws. Instead, it felt to me like a summary execution, carried out by the LAPD with no witnesses, and all we have to go on is a convenient, tidy story that ties up the loose ends of Christopher Dorner’s life by casting him as a monster, a dangerous psychopath from whom we have been heroically saved by the LAPD.

Well, I’m not buying it. And I’ll tell you why.

I live in Los Angeles, and I have been very uncomfortable with – and, frankly, unnerved by – the behavior of the LAPD throughout this entire hysterical week. The attorney for the two Hispanic women who were shot while delivering newspapers said that the police opened fire first, without any warning, peppering their blue pickup with bullet holes and shooting one of the women, a 71 year old, twice in the back, and wounding her daughter in the hand. Those two women were lucky to have survived – the back of their truck shows more than a dozen bullet holes. In the second incident, the LAPD opened fire on a (white) guy driving a dark pickup truck on the 405 freeway – and rammed him into the center median – again without warning. This man was white, and had absolutely no resemblence to Chris Dorner. He was lucky as well, to have survived with only scratches and bruises – and a totaled pickup truck.

The news has been full of stories about the police raiding this place or that place; storming a motel in Tijuana, holding hundreds of people hostage at a local mall for hours while they searched every single car on the basis of a single anonymous tip, or what could have even been a prank call.

Yesterday, when the police and the SWAT team had Dorner barricaded in the cabin at Big Bear, they imposed a TRF – Temporary Flight Restriction – on the entire area of Big Bear Lake, thus effectively barring the news media from the scene and creating a news blackout… which meant that there were no witnesses to the events that followed.

We got the LAPD’s version, that Dorner refused to surrender, and that more than likely, when SWAT started to tear the cabin down using heavy equipment, he himself set the cabin on fire and then committed suicide by shooting himself. The fire department didn’t approach the cabin “because it was too dangerous” and so they stood back and let it burn to the ground – conveniently destroying any evidence – well, except for Dorner’s driver’s license, which somehow miraculously survived the fire.

I believe that the LAPD was out to summarily execute Dorner – screw a trial. They have done exactly that on many occasions; shooting several homeless people they deemed “threatening,” even though none of them had a gun and then justifying it as self-defense. This heavy-handedness isn’t new to L.A. There have been multiple occurrences of police brutality, including the infamous beating of Rodney King, which was covered up by the LAPD and only brought to light by a video of the event taken by a civilian witness. The officers involved were not convicted of any crime by the criminal court with an all-white jury in Simi Valley, but were found liable in civil court.

So, police brutality and over-reaction in Los Angeles is nothing new. But in my opinion, the events of yesterday and this last week have got me concerned about the militarization of our police force, which I believe has reached an entirely new level of violence – and finality.

The police and SWAT team had the Big Bear cabin completely surrounded. According to the owner, there were no supplies or electricity in the cabin – they could have easily waited Dorner out. Several days without food or water could have ended this with Dorner surrendering peacefully….or if he was bound to commit suicide, he could have made that choice – without having to choose between the bullet and being burned alive.

Instead, they stormed the cabin, and now? We only have their version of the story, because the only other witness, Christopher Dorner, is dead.

There is video of the LAPD screaming that they should “burn it down!!” (the cabin) as well as a screen cap from Anderson Cooper’s show with a statement from a marshal that when the cabin caught fire, Dorner tried to exit – and was shoved back inside.

screen cap

I don’t know how accurate that is; I have been unable to find any other sources for that story.

However, I do think that in light of the LAPD’s behavior over the last week and their itchy trigger-fingers, there should be an investigation by an OUTSIDE neutral party into just what exactly happened yesterday in Big Bear.

Christopher Dorner was a murderer – but he deserved a fair trial, not a summary execution.

UPDATE:  This is from Alternet. A must-read:

http://www.alternet.org/news-amp-politics/how-law-enforcement-and-media-covered-plan-burn-christopher-dorner-alive?page=0%2C2

UPDATE 2:

The news tonight reported that there were over 100 bullet holes in the back of the pickup truck being driven by those 2 women. Over 100.

The Angry and Murderous Right

Neal Boortz, his death is on your head

byDante Atkins

(http://www.dailykos.com/story/2013/02/03/1183731/-Neal-Boortz-his-death-is-on-your-head)

I read this article from the Daily Kos this morning. It included a long and angry tirade from Neal Boortz about the “urban thugs” (read that black people) who have overrun Atlanta and how good and decent (read that white) people should be ready to fill them full of lead to rescue Atlanta and make it livable again.

It made me want to puke.

Why is the right wing in this country so overflowing with hatred? Neal Boortz. Rush Limbaugh. Glenn Beck. Paul Ryan. Sean Hannity. Ann Coulter. Pamela Gellar. Michelle Malkin. Bill O’Reilly. Members of Congress are now openly racist – and we’re not even shocked anymore.

It’s a shamefully long list – and we have allowed these hatemongers an almost unimited venue in which to spew their venom into our lives: FOX “News.” AM talk radio. Even the internet is being used by the likes of Glenn Beck and Alex Jones to infect their audience with the hate virus.

They have their roots in the KKK and the John Birch Society – both blatantly racist organizations with blood on their hands. After 9/11, these same cynical haters have added Muslims to their ‘enemies list.’  And now?

The haters on the airwaves have recruited – and continue to recruit – an army of unhinged, angry racist white people, telling them that they are an endangered species, that they are being persecuted simply because they are white and Christian, and feeding them ever more hysterical and lurid stories of welfare queens squirting out armies of terror babies, of rapists and killers and takers and moochers who are lurking out there behind every bush – ready to break down their front doors, rape and kill their wimmenfolk and steal their flatscreen TVs.  They are being taught that every brown or black face, every person with a “funny” name, and millions of fiendish socialist commie baby-killing race-traitors (aka “liberals” and “progressives”) are the vanguard of Kenyan Muslim Manchurian Candidate Barack Hussein Obama’s crack shock troops – with a secret and sinister agenda to take their guns away and imprison them in FEMA concentration camps and to drown the real America in a sea of brown faces.

Now, after years of this ever-rising flood of hatred and hysteria, these angry, fearful and persecuted white people and Christian martyr-wannabes are quivering with desire to own their very own assault weapons and high-capacity magazines, so they can elist in the army of the righteous – and pull that trigger and bag themselves an “urban thug” or a “moocher.”

…Just as George Zimmerman did when he shot Trayvon Martin for the crime of Walking While Black and Phillip Sailors did on January 28, 2013 to an innocent young man for the crime of pulling into the wrong driveway. Both of these men claimed they were “in fear of their lives” – an excuse that has become as flimsy as wet toilet paper.

Because of people like Neal Boortz and others like him who preach to those armies of paranoid white people like Zimmerman and Sailors that they are entitled to grab their guns and pull the trigger any old time they want to… and no matter how innocent the victims, they are entitled to claim that they feared for their lives.

That’s pure racist bullshit – and it needs to stop. Zimmerman and Sailors should both receive the maximum sentence for first degree murder, as should every over-zealous shooter who kills someone simply because they feel threatened. That is not acceptable. If it were me? I’d like to prosecute every rightwing hatemonger for inciting murder, and for their sentence? Put them all on a deserted island with plenty of guns – and let them kill each other.

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 9,500 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 16 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Bah, Humbug – Pass the Tylenol!

A friend and I went to see the “Cleopatra” exhibit at the California Science Museum yesterday. It was a rainy morning, but the rain was breaking up and the clouds were beginning to thin and sunrays were peeking through in several places. We decided to take the Metro, our subway system here in Los Angeles, because – well because it’s convenient and inexpensive and green.

So as we got on the escalator to go down to the platform, my right leg shot straight out from under me and I went down hard with my left leg doubled under me, and my left foot and left knee were both hyperflexed. I guess it was fortunate that I was wearing mid-calf boots, because my ankle was protected somewhat. Fortunately, my friend and a good Samaritan picked me up as I, like Ralphie’s father in “A Christmas Story” kept up a continuous stream of obscenity, consisting almost entirely of the “Queen of the Cuss Words” – because, first of all, it hurt like hell – and, the bottom of the escalator was coming close and I did not want to get my sweater caught in the teeth and me turned into pasta.

Once I got up, I discovered that I was bleeding from two cuts on my left hand and that I had bent my favorite glasses (“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid!”), but I found that I was able to walk. Painfully, but I was still up on two legs.

We went ahead and visited Cleopatra at the museum; because of all the walking involved, we passed on the Space Shuttle.  As we walked, I found myself getting stiffer, and discovered a few more places that were starting to hurt.

This morning, I found myself barely able to walk; my ankle is swollen and dark with bruises. My left knee is very wobbly and somewhat swollen, and it also feels like I wrenched muscles in my left leg and in my right shoulder, evidently when I went down while hanging on to the handhold.

And so it is that I’m feeling very Scrooge-ish this Christmas morning – pre-visitation from the Spirits of Christmases Past, Present and Future:  Bah-freaking-humbug, pass the Tylenol. I suspect I’m going to have to wrap both my ankle and my knee with Ace bandages for the next day or so, and hope that there isn’t anything broken or torn – because I have no insurance and, unlike Mr. Scrooge, I can’t afford a trip to urgent care.

Maybe I’ve watched too much science fiction – you know, storylines where someone finds him- or herself in the wrong place in the time continuum, perhaps finding even that he or she is not supposed to even exist in the current time and place; so the universe treats them like white cells treat invading bacteria.

So, as silly as it sounds, it occurred to me yesterday that maybe the reason I’m having such an extreme run of bad luck is that I’m not supposed to be here; that somehow the gears slipped and I survived, when I wasn’t supposed to. And because I didn’t take the hint, well, the universe is ramping up cleanup operations.

And yes, you can definitely say that I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself this morning. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take some Tylenol and go back to bed.

Bah, humbug.

What He Said

‎******* A MESSAGE FROM MICHAEL MOORE *******

Thanks Robert Jumalon

Celebrating the Prince of Peace in the Land of Guns …a letter from Michael Moore

Monday, December 24th, 2012

Friends,
After watching the deranged, delusional National Rifle Association press conference on Friday, it was clear that the Mayan prophecy had come true. Except the only world that was ending was the NRA’s. Their bullying power to set gun policy in this country is over. The nation is repulsed by the massacre in Connecticut, and the signs are everywhere: a basketball coach at a post-game press conference; the Republican Joe Scarborough; a pawn shop owner in Florida; a gun buy-back program in New Jersey; a singing contest show on TV, and the conservative gun-owning judge who sentenced Jared Loughner.

So here’s my little bit of holiday cheer for you:  These gun massacres aren’t going to end any time soon.

I’m sorry to say this. But deep down we both know it’s true. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep pushing forward – after all, the momentum is on our side. I know all of us – including me – would love to see the president and Congress enact stronger gun laws. We need a ban on automatic AND semiautomatic weapons and magazine clips that hold more than 7 bullets. We need better background checks and more mental health services. We need to regulate the ammo, too.

But, friends, I would like to propose that while all of the above will certainly reduce gun deaths (ask Mayor Bloomberg – it is virtually impossible to buy a handgun in New York City and the result is the number of murders per year has gone from 2,200 to under 400), it won’t really bring about an end to these mass slayings and it will not address the core problem we have. Connecticut had one of the strongest gun laws in the country. That did nothing to prevent the murders of 20 small children on December 14th.

In fact, let’s be clear about Newtown: the killer had no criminal record so he would never have shown up on a background check. All of the guns he used were legally purchased. None fit the legal description of an “assault” weapon. The killer seemed to have mental problems and his mother had him seek help, but that was worthless. As for security measures, the Sandy Hook school was locked down and buttoned up BEFORE the killer showed up that morning. Drills had been held for just such an incident. A lot of good that did.

And here’s the dirty little fact none of us liberals want to discuss: The killer only ceased his slaughter when he saw that cops were swarming onto the school grounds – i.e, the men with the guns. When he saw the guns a-coming, he stopped the bloodshed and killed himself. Guns on police officers prevented another 20 or 40 or 100 deaths from happening. Guns sometimes work. (Then again, there was an armed deputy sheriff at Columbine High School the day of that massacre and he couldn’t/didn’t stop it.)

I am sorry to offer this reality check on our much-needed march toward a bunch of well-intended, necessary – but ultimately, mostly cosmetic – changes to our gun laws. The sad facts are these: Other countries that have guns (like Canada, which has 7 million guns – mostly hunting guns – in their 12 million households) have a low murder rate. Kids in Japan watch the same violent movies and kids in Australia play the same violent video games (Grand Theft Auto was created by a British company; the UK had 58 gun murders last year in a nation of 63 million people). They simply don’t kill each other at the rate that we do. Why is that? THAT is the question we should be exploring while we are banning and restricting guns:

Who are we?

I’d like to try to answer that question.

We are a country whose leaders officially sanction and carry out acts of violence as a means to often an immoral end. We invade countries who didn’t attack us. We’re currently using drones in a half-dozen countries, often killing civilians.
This probably shouldn’t come as a surprise to us as we are a nation founded on genocide and built on the backs of slaves. We slaughtered 600,000 of each other in a civil war. We “tamed the Wild West with a six-shooter,” and we rape and beat and kill our women without mercy and at a staggering rate: every three hours a women is murdered in the USA (half the time by an ex or a current); every three minutes a woman is raped in the USA; and every 15 seconds a woman is beaten in the USA.

We belong to an illustrious group of nations that still have the death penalty (North Korea, Saudi Arabia, China, Iran). We think nothing of letting tens of thousands of our own citizens die each year because they are uninsured and thus don’t see a doctor until it’s too late.
Why do we do this? One theory is simply “because we can.” There is a level of arrogance in the otherwise friendly American spirit, conning ourselves into believing there’s something exceptional about us that separates us from all those “other” countries (there are indeed many good things about us; the same could also be said of Belgium, New Zealand, France, Germany, etc.). We think we’re #1 in everything when the truth is our students are 17th in science and 25th in math, and we’re 35th in life expectancy. We believe we have the greatest democracy but we have the lowest voting turnout of any western democracy. We’re biggest and the bestest at everything and we demand and take what we want.

And sometimes we have to be violent m*****f*****s to get it. But if one of us goes off-message and shows the utterly psychotic nature and brutal results of violence in a Newtown or an Aurora or a Virginia Tech, then we get all “sad” and “our hearts go out to the families” and presidents promise to take “meaningful action.” Well, maybe this president means it this time. He’d better. An angry mob of millions is not going to let this drop.
While we are discussing and demanding what to do, may I respectfully ask that we stop and take a look at what I believe are the three extenuating factors that may answer the question of why we Americans have more violence than most anyone else:

1. POVERTY. If there’s one thing that separates us from the rest of the developed world, it’s this. 50 million of our people live in poverty. One in five Americans goes hungry at some point during the year. The majority of those who aren’t poor are living from paycheck to paycheck. There’s no doubt this creates more crime. Middle class jobs prevent crime and violence. (If you don’t believe that, ask yourself this: If your neighbor has a job and is making $50,000/year, what are the chances he’s going to break into your home, shoot you and take your TV? Nil.)

2. FEAR/RACISM. We’re an awfully fearful country considering that, unlike most nations, we’ve never been invaded. (No, 1812 wasn’t an invasion. We started it.) Why on earth would we need 300 million guns in our homes? I get why the Russians might be a little spooked (over 20 million of them died in World War II). But what’s our excuse? Worried that the Indians from the casino may go on the warpath? Concerned that the Canadians seem to be amassing too many Tim Horton’s donut shops on both sides of the border?

No. It’s because too many white people are afraid of black people. Period. The vast majority of the guns in the U.S. are sold to white people who live in the suburbs or the country. When we fantasize about being mugged or home invaded, what’s the image of the perpetrator in our heads? Is it the freckled-face kid from down the street – or is it someone who is, if not black, at least poor?

I think it would be worth it to a) do our best to eradicate poverty and re-create the middle class we used to have, and b) stop promoting the image of the black man as the boogeyman out to hurt you. Calm down, white people, and put away your guns.

3. THE “ME” SOCIETY. I think it’s the every-man-for-himself ethos of this country that has put us in this mess and I believe it’s been our undoing. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps! You’re not my problem! This is mine!

Clearly, we are no longer our brother’s and sister’s keeper. You get sick and can’t afford the operation? Not my problem. The bank has foreclosed on your home? Not my problem. Can’t afford to go to college? Not my problem.

And yet, it all sooner or later becomes our problem, doesn’t it? Take away too many safety nets and everyone starts to feel the impact. Do you want to live in that kind of society, one where you will then have a legitimate reason to be in fear? I don’t.

I’m not saying it’s perfect anywhere else, but I have noticed, in my travels, that other civilized countries see a national benefit to taking care of each other. Free medical care, free or low-cost college, mental health help. And I wonder – why can’t we do that? I think it’s because in many other countries people see each other not as separate and alone but rather together, on the path of life, with each person existing as an integral part of the whole. And you help them when they’re in need, not punish them because they’ve had some misfortune or bad break. I have to believe one of the reasons gun murders in other countries are so rare is because there’s less of the lone wolf mentality amongst their citizens. Most are raised with a sense of connection, if not outright solidarity. And that makes it harder to kill one another.

Well, there’s some food for thought as we head home for the holidays. Don’t forget to say hi to your conservative brother-in-law for me. Even he will tell you that, if you can’t nail a deer in three shots – and claim you need a clip of 30 rounds – you’re not a hunter my friend, and you have no business owning a gun.

Have a wonderful Christmas or a beautiful December 25th!

Yours,
Michael Moore
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