Intro

It's time for a reality check ...

Maybe we’ve reached the point of diminishing astonishment.

But I suspect that much of what we’re hammered with every day really doesn’t make much of an impact on most of us anymore. We’ve heard the same stories too often. We’ve been exposed to the same issues for so long without any meaningful resolution. We recognize that reality is rapidly becoming malleable, primarily in the hands of whoever has the biggest microphone. How else can we explain a society where myth asserts itself as reality, based entirely how many hits it gets online?

We know that many of the “issues” as defined are pure crapola, hyped by politicians on both sides pandering to “the will of the people,” which is still more crapola. Inevitably, it’s not the will of all the people they reflect, but the will of relatively small groups of people with disproportionate political influence.

Nobody wants to face up to the realities of the issues. Nobody wants to say what’s right or wrong – even when it’s obvious and there are numbers to back it up. Most of us are afraid to bring up the realities for fear of being accused of being insensitive or downright mean.

So we say nothing. Until now.

It’s time for a reality check on the fundamentals – much of which is common knowledge to many of us, already. But it might be comforting to know you are not alone …

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Watching the Winter Olympics …

Or not.

Whoever buys the rights to broadcast the Olympics pays a hefty tab. They need to recoup that by selling ads – I understand that.  Just business. 

At some point, however, you start to lose your audience when you lard up your programming with too many spots.  And when you invent short fluff segments for no other reason than to be a buffer between ads, you start to piss off your audience.

Then they do what I do – just DVR the whole night’s programming and fast-forward through all the BS the next day. That’s the only way I can watch the Olympics anymore.

I can skip past the events I don’t care for – and can’t understand why these are in the Olympics anyway – such as short-track speedskating, biathlon, curling, and cross-country skiing, among others. I also can’t understand why anyone, except maybe parents of competitors, wants to see lengthy coverage of training and qualifying runs, either; just show the final event, okay? 

The same goes for the “human interest” crap. I don’t care how competitors got started as kids, how they are best friends with their mom, how often their families moved to get them the best trainers, or, as they did the other night, how much Koreans love Jindos – a certain type of dog. 

They even showed a famous Korean statue of a Jindo. 

Notice they didn’t bring up how Koreans eat dogs, too. Maybe that statue is really in front of a Korean fast-food chain restaurant. Could it be Ronald McJindo? Or Jindo King?

Who knows? Better still, who cares?        

I don’t need to see competitors who have no business being there, with zero chance of anything other than showing how inept they are, just because their country gets to send someone. I don’t need to watch people born, raised, and trained in one country competing under the flag of another country, so they could get in the Olympics. How is someone from Chicago representing France? How is someone from Connecticut representing Nigeria? 

And I certainly don’t need to waste my time on novelty teams. Like the women’s bobsled team from Nigeria.  Or the “unified” North/South Korea women’s hockey team, that, for the record only scored a single goal – total – in all their games.

I don’t need Johnny Weir and Tara Lipinski opining on the outfits worn by the figure skaters and the music they’ll skate to.  Or their snappy repartee on which ridiculous outfit and hair style Johnny has deigned to grace us all with that night.  Or Katie Couric saying stupid things like the Dutch excel in skating because during the winter they commute to work on skates. Or the manufactured drama over whether this is Lindsey Vonn’s – or fill-in-the-blank’s – last Olympics. 

Does anyone else really give a damn?     

The only reason to watch the Olympics is supposedly to see the best athletes in the world. That’s simply not happening. The Olympics have devolved into a mind-boggling slog through hour upon hour of make-believe competitors representing their make-believe countries in make-believe sports, with tiny bits of action sandwiched between overwhelming layers of ads and useless filler.

I can’t imagine anyone willingly sitting through it all in real time. I can’t. I won’t.

Apparently, a lot of folks feel the same.  There was a news item today that for the first time in 25 years a network nightly newscast beat NBC’s Olympics coverage in the same time slot.

That’s going to wake up advertisers blowing billions on what’s little more than a sideshow. When people aren’t watching, they’re not getting their money’s worth. 

The eyeballs aren’t there. Mine included. 

Friday, February 16, 2018

I own an AR-15 …

I’m not a survivalist. I’m not a gun nut. I’m not a hunter. I’m certainly not a terrorist.

I’m not ashamed, either.

And I didn’t buy it for self-defense. Nor do I plan on carrying it anywhere but back and forth to the target range. If I was worried about defending myself against an armed intruder, I’d follow the sage advice of a friend who is a former Marine and scoot out the back door first if possible. 

Otherwise, like him, I’d have to ask the intruder to wait awhile until I could retrieve my gun from its case and go to another place in my house for my ammunition.

Going out the back door makes a lot more sense.   

I also don’t believe just anyone who wants this gun – or any other firearm for that matter – should be allowed to get one.  There need to be rules about who can purchase a firearm. Everybody I know who owns firearms is in complete agreement with that.

Every single one. No exceptions.

It’s not about the 2nd Amendment; it’s about common sense. Only a complete idiot thinks anybody should be able to get a functioning firearm, regardless of their criminal past or mental state.  The NRA agrees there need to be reasonable restrictions. 

Currently there are background checks. But they rely on information on file.  If no one takes seriously and reports that someone has a mental illness, tortures small animals for kicks, has been expelled from school for threatening people, talks about killing classmates, and posts about desires to be a “professional school shooter,” well, that won’t show up.  

Just as it didn’t on the recent Florida school shooter’s background check. 

That’s the glaring flaw in background checks. The checks are only as good as the source data provided to authorities. If you are a wife beater and your spouse never reports it, it won’t show up. If a school administration declines to alert authorities to a scary kid threatening his or her classmates, it won’t show up.  If parents refuse to let police know their teen is stockpiling weapons and body armor and searching for bomb-making instructions online, it won’t show up.

This is how people who should never get a firearm pass background checks.  Make no mistake, there are checks and rules in place, but apathy and political correctness can defeat them.     

When I bought the parts to assemble my AR-15, before I could pick up a critical component – which had to be shipped to a Federally licensed dealer by law – I had to fill out a form and submit to a background check. That form required me to attest that I was at least 18 years of age, had not committed a felony, had no history of mental illness, no record of domestic abuse, and no history of abusing drugs or alcohol, among other things. If there were any discrepancies between what I submitted and the government database I would be denied that critical part.  

Had I tried to buy a completed off-the-shelf AR-15, or any other long gun, from a licensed dealer in Florida I would have had to go through exactly the same process.     

I did everything by the book. 

I assembled all the parts with the help of a friend to produce the finished gun.  It wasn’t difficult at all and took less than an hour. 

And frankly that’s why the AR-15 is the most popular long gun in America.

Not because it’s got a military heritage for Rambo wannabes.  Not because it’s considered an “assault weapon” by some. Not because it is deadly – which of course it can be. 

The real reason is because it’s so easy to build and maintain. It’s like a Lego gun – all the parts snap together, and easily snap apart for cleaning. Another reason is there are so many AR-15-type rifles out there manufacturers of such things as scopes, magazines, and other accessories offer a lot of easily installed options at competitive price points.  

It’s also an accurate gun with very little recoil.  Since I bought and built mine exclusively for target practice at a range nearby, that was important.

However, it has a nasty reputation, mostly because AR-15-type rifles have been used in a number of mass killings, including the Las Vegas massacre and most recently at the school in Florida where a nutjob former student killed 17 people. The AR-15 has been described by some on the left and promoted by the media as a weapon of war, designed exclusively to kill people.   

Because of that, when you tell some people you own an AR-15 they tend to shrink back a bit – as if there’s a side of you they never saw before; perhaps something they should be afraid of. 

Much has been made about how the AR-15 is a “semi-automatic.” To some, that implies it’s a virtual automatic weapon, like a machine gun.  Semi-automatic really only means that after you fire off a round by pulling the trigger, it just chambers another round – so every time you shoot you still have to pull the trigger again.  You could pull the trigger rapidly, of course, but I don’t and nobody I know does that, especially shooting paper targets at 25, 50, 100 or more yards away.     

Which is all I do with it. Well, okay, I shoot primarily at 25 and sometimes 50 yards.  I’m a long way from trying to hit a bullseye at 100 yards or more. I’ve only been at this for about a year now; I’m getting better but not nearly good enough.

The reason I enjoy target shooting is not because I am very good at it, which I’m not, but because – paradoxically, perhaps – it is more relaxing than you might imagine. To be accurate you have to learn to concentrate, monitor your breathing, loosen up, and focus intently.

There’s almost a Zen-like, meditative quality to it. That’s what I like.  Plus, my friend and I always stop at Waffle House for breakfast on our way to the range. 

A pecan waffle and meditation. Is that a perfect day or what?   

I also enjoy the camaraderie at the range. The people you meet there are among the nicest you’ll encounter. Mostly middle-aged and older guys; some former cops, many former military, and some, like me, just getting started.

Everybody I’ve met there is incredibly helpful, courteous, and focused on safety – far from how gun owners are often portrayed. I suspect most if not all of them also support background checks and reasonable restrictions on who can own a firearm. No one in their right mind wants dangerous, mentally unbalanced people to have access to firearms. 

But to prevent that, people need to step up and report bad actors to the authorities, so background checks have the data they need. Schools need to flag and report students with violent tendencies. Parents need to swallow their pride and let someone know their child is a hazard to others. Mental-health professionals need to monitor their patients to see they stay on their meds.  And of course neighbors and others need to have the guts to tell police when they see something that disturbs them. 

Until everyone does that, the wrong people will pass background checks.   

There are now more guns in America than people. There are also more Americans than ever before. That also means there are more mentally unbalanced people among us – more psychopaths, more sociopaths, and more people with violent and homicidal tendencies, as our population grows; it’s the law of big numbers at work.   

Following the shootings in Las Vegas and Florida, it’s easy, at a time like this, to blame the AR-15-type rifles and their wide availability. It’s easy to blame the availability of 20-30-round magazines for their role in these mass shootings. 

There have been calls to ban both after almost every mass shooting.  Last night, some talking head even suggested that one solution might be to put a heavy tax on ammunition. 

Everyone seems to be searching for an easy answer. I can’t blame them. 

It’s far harder to accept that the cause of mass shootings has less to do with the weapon used, and more to do with society’s reluctance to deal with the role of apathetic parents, timid school administrators and mental-health professionals, and the fear of getting involved.   

It’s also hard to accept that media coverage, and our society’s obsession with fame, also contribute to mass shootings.  The Columbine, Sandy Hook, Florida school, and Las Vegas massacre as well, turned the perpetrators into celebrities in a perverse way.  That’s what many of them wanted – fame. Notoriety. Slaughtering people was their path to stardom. 

My AR-15 had no role in that.

The millions of other AR-15s out there in the hands of responsible owners didn’t either. 

But parents, schools, mental-health professionals, and neighbors did.