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It's The American Way

December 15, 2012 @ 09:46

I hate guns; I can't stand to be around them. They make me nervous and I'd love every gun on earth to be gathered up, melted down and turned into something useful.

I'm totally in favour of strict gun control and I shake my head at those who argue against it because they like to hunt. Shooting an animal in the head, any animal has never been my idea of a good time.

I think anyone who can put a deer in their crosshairs and pull the trigger shouldn't be arguing against stricter gun control, they should be arguing for better health care, like psychological analysis.

Which leads me to my point.

Yesterday's tragedy in Connecticut had very little to with gun control and very much to do with a nutball. There are nutballs all over the world but there seems to be a higher concentration violent nutballs in the United States.

It's a by-product of their culture. Their violent, ignorant and politically polarized culture. I truly believe nutballs of equal nuttiness would react in much different ways north and south of the border.

I think the Canadian nutball would be less inclined to go for a gun, not because they aren't as readily available, which they are, but because they've grown up in a different culture.

The American has grown up in a much more violent society with a completely different attitude towards guns than a Canadian. For an American, reaching for a gun is more of an option.

I know what you're thinking. I'm actually arguing for more gun control. But I said that off the top, I'm in favour. I just don't think it would make much of a difference in a situation like we had yesterday, because the culture is never going to change in the States and there will always be guns available - regardless of their legality.

To me, it's like trying to get rid of mosquitos. You can spray for a while, but they'll always be there.

Guns are in their blood, guns are part of who Americans are, and no matter how big the lobby against guns becomes, the lobby for guns will always be there pushing back and pointing to their constitution.

Idiots like Ted Nugent and Rush Limbaugh will fire up the right and inspire the imbeciles within the NRA and it will be decades before anything will change, and even if it does change, all it takes is one new government to reverse everything, which has happened in the past.

Less guns on the street in the United States is a pipe dream because there are already enough illegal and un-registered guns to supply those who want them for years and years to come.

Hard drugs are illegal in the United States, but they're still there for anyone who wants them. Just like drugs, make guns completely illegal but it won't stop a nutball from getting one.

How successful has the so-called war on drugs been?

Adam Lanza used his mother's guns yesterday, but if this master plan was in his head, I don't think the ready availability would have necessarily stopped him, it would have made him go to other sources - of which there are plenty.

To think that stricter gun laws would have prevented what happened yesterday is terribly simplistic and naïve. It's much deeper than that in the United States but unfortunately that country doesn't have the moral integrity to deal with it.

The culture is too ingrained and the polarization of the two sides is so deep that a consensus is completely out of reach.

Do I have a solution? No, and the reason for that is maybe there is no solution. The situation in the United States is so far gone that the best solution might be concentrating more on mental health than gun control - because as much as some hate to hear this, it still takes a finger to pull a trigger.

Unfortunately, psychological assessment often comes too late.

Like yesterday.

Category: Politics

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What A Week

December 7, 2012 @ 19:36

john1.jpgThis is an e-mail I received this week. He was quoting something I had written last week.

'Welcome back. I know I've said this before, but this time I mean it. With the lousy weather having settled in, and for the moment Humble and I not doing a terrestrial radio show, I have more time on my hands.. so.. I'm going to get back to it.. I'm going to post at least one thing a day.'

Well that didn't last too long. I guess you are busy.

Fair enough Gary, I said one thing and then I did another. But I really do have an excuse.

Last Sunday, just as I was about to sit down and write, we got a call from my son in law Josh that my daughter Melanie had gone into labour. Needless to say, we jumped in the car and headed for the hospital where were waited anxiously for the next seven hours.

Then, about 8:30 eastern time, Sunday, December 5th all of our lives changed. Melanie gave birth to a beautiful seven pound, 14 ounce baby boy.

John Richard Arnold. John, because Melanie and Josh like the name, and Richard after my father who Melanie adored.

Excuse me for excusing myself Gary, but his arrival has taken up most of the week and it pushed blogging to the background again.

As much as I appreciate your concern, I can't really give a shit.

As I've said many times before, the blog is free so I don't really owe anyone anything. I appreciate that its widely read, but it's something that can easily get knocked down my priority list.

But all that aside, let me describe what a wonderful week it's been.

Baby John was expected on Monday the 3rd, so he was actually a day early, however from what we had been told about first pregnancies, we assumed he might arrive later than sooner.

But he had different plans and by Sunday night we were all rejoicing in the typical things. He had five fingers and five toes, his heart beat was strong and his breathing was perfect.

A healthy baby boy was now part of our world.

As exciting as it's been for Delyse and I as first time grandparents it's been dream come true for Melanie and Josh.

From as far back as I can remember, Melanie has always loved kids and she always looked forward to the day she would become a mother. It was so much fun to watch her and Josh prepare for the big day and when it arrived it was something I'll never forget.

Delyse and I, along with my son Danny and his girlfriend Sophia sat in the waiting room for a couple of hours wondering what the hell was going on.

It was nerve wracking.

Then the moment arrived that we were all waiting for, Josh came around the corner and said, "would you like to meet your grandson?"

That's all it took. My emotions ran wild and I tried to hold back the tears until I at least saw the kid.

And what a sight that was.

To walk in the room and to see our grandson lying on his mother's chest, just minutes after he was born was almost too much to comprehend.

My legs got rubbery and the tears started to flow. I looked at Melanie, gave her a kiss and I said hello to my grandson for the first time.

Something like, "hello little guy."

It really was surreal. From the moment we found out Melanie was pregnant I kept wondering what that first moment would be like, and so did Delyse.

Well let me tell you, it was every bit as great as I thought it would be. To look at the child of your child with assurance that everything is OK and he's healthy and he's strong is like nothing I've ever felt before.

And since then, it's only gotten better. Every night this week we've been at Melanie's house. Delyse has actually stayed there.

We've all just stood around staring at John, taking it all in and falling more and more in love with him as each minute passes.

It's hard to believe how seven measly pounds of humanity can represent so much, change so many lives and cause so much reflection and love.

Delsye and I don't know how we're going to handle it. Because John is a newborn we can be at the house every night and pitch in, we have an excuse, but that's not going to last forever and eventually we're going to have to go a day or two without seeing him.

We've got to remember he's not our son, he's our grandson and he won't be living with us. He'll be with his mom and dad, and oh what a lucky kid he is from that standpoint.

Melanie can't help but kiss him constantly and the look of pride on Josh's face is something not easily described.

These are two good people who I'm sure will raise a good child.

Last night as I held him I kept thinking about the first time he sits up, the first time he recognizes me, the first time he says Papa, the first time he walks and the first time he catches a ball.

And then I caught myself, because I've got to watch myself. I can't get too far ahead of myself because I remember how quickly my own kids grew up.

I'm going to step back, take a breath and enjoy every minute along the way. Not be in a hurry for anything because it all moves so quickly on its own.

This feeling of love is powerful. John's arrival has made me reassess everything this week.

I love Melanie more for what's she's been through, I love Josh more for what he's helped accomplish, I love Delyse more because she gave me Melanie and I love my son Danny more because he too is part of the whole wonderful package.

When I look at John I see an extension of a family I'm very proud of. He's our own flesh and blood.

It's been a great week, and I'm sure it will be the beginning of a great life.

The life of John Richard Arnold.

Category: Family

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