Sign of the Times — Happy News

Color me surprised: my manager announced to me quietly this morning, that he bought his first pistol just last Friday: a S&W M&P9.

But it gets better:

Another manager at the office shared privately that he, too, has purchased his first pistol — a Gen 4 G17.

A two-fer!

Congratulations, guys!

Please be sure to read, understand, and follow The Four Rules at all times. They are never negotiable and there are never excuses for violating them.

On Those Meaningful Contributions

The other day, when the NRA broke radio silence and said they’re prepared to make meaningful contributions, what did they mean?

“The NRA is prepared to offer meaningful contributions to help make sure this never happens again.”

I sure do hope that what they really mean is that they want to contribute effective procedures to train and educate the citizenry on the history, use, and necessity of personal arms and to campaign to permanently eliminate the concepts and existence of the Criminal Safe Zones in America.

That would be meaningful.

At any rate, we’ll find out more tomorrow.

In the interim, I’d also like to point out that our mayors, governors, senators and congresspeople, president and vice president, money and banks are all protected by people with guns. So why is the citizenry not protected by them?

That was rhetorical. We already know why they want to be the only ones with weaponry.

Deteriorata

Because Pissed posted Desiderata. I like this one better:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1NAwlepnSs

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here…
Deteriorata! Deteriorata!

Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste.
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof.

Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep.

Rotate your tires.

Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice,
Even though they be turkeys.

Know what to kiss… and when!

Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that three… do.

Wherever possible, put people on hold.

Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.

Chorus

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Remember the Pueblo.

Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate.

Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.

Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.

Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.

Fall not in love therefore;
It will stick to your face.

Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch.

Hire people with hooks.

For a good time call 606-4311;
Ask for “Ken.”

Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.

And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

Chorus

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.

With all it’s hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate.

GIVE UP!

Reprise

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.