We’ve come for your guns

 

All I have to relate to the old west are history books and television because I wasn’t alive back then. The history books sort of point to people wondering what to do after the civil war, so head west. Mostly wrote about cowboys and Indians, extending the railroad and the gold rush. 

It was television that captured our imagination of outlaws rustling cattle and robbing banks and the lone sheriff protecting the town folk with a determination and a fast draw.

In this time of crazy, I think back to the ole west I remember from black and white television. Everyone carried a gun then.

As folks from out of town ride up and down the streets of my town spouting off about being about to walk around with their penis replacement and playing pretend army, I wonder ‘who’ is after your guns?

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

You want bare arms? Go to the beach.

I must live in ‘Wonderland’ for until these folks arrived no one was driving up and down the streets with guns. The James’ Gang ain’t rode in and robbed no banks.

Sure there are shoot-outs on the streets because everyone has a gun. When the smoke clears the black and whites tape off the area and tries to figure out who shot whom for what reason. The body count competes with the car wrecks, overeating and this pesky virus thing.

Knock, Knock! See who’s at the door. Oh, they’ve come to take away your guns.

Now the cowboy’s maybe sort’a needed to carry iron because they were riding around in the wilderness with wild cyotes and injuns libel to attack your person. If a cowboy had done come up to some others on horses, total strangers, they didn’t start shooting lead. Everyone was packing but since everyone looked like each other, there was no threat.

If you were to wander into a township, the barkeep would ask you to put your gun up on the wall for they knew some controversial card playing fueled by rock gut could come to no good conclusion. Still the town folk wee pretty peaceful. They had a general store, a church and a school plus a slammer to dump the bad actors in.

So the question is: “Why would anyone come for your guns?”

Who knows you have any guns? Who knows how many you have? Do you parade them out on the porch as a sign of virility? I thought that is what your kids were about. Do you carry them around for intimidation?

As long as you only shoot off your mouth (which is also a freedom) no one cares. I used to ride by a house that had a cannon in the front yard.

So if this riding up and down the streets waving your flags and beeping your horns makes a point for the legislature, fine. By purchasing our gas and staying at our hotels and eating our food, you are also paying our taxes.

Now let’s get back to teaching our children, growing our food and finding a cure for stupidity.