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Yet another responsible gun owner feels compelled to reveal his polite side.

We are a polluted polity.

Once again, politeness becomes child’s play.

Thus passeth another day in the NRA’s Garden of Bleedin’.

Guns and stupid, guns and stupid.
They go together like love and Cupid.
Let me tell you brother,
You can’t have one without the other.

Yet another child . . . .

It is difficult not to conclude that we are a broken society doomed to failure by our own stupid.

Yet another responsible gun owner (sic) exposes his child to politeness.

We are a broken society.

Once again, we are made aware that politeness is a family value.

Be polite at the drive-thru window.

We are a failing state.

Mangy comments at the Youtube page:

Mangy Fetlocks grew up around guns and has a few himself, but he doesn’t believe God gave him the right to own them. Honestly, Mangy doesn’t believe that God is any more interested in whether Mangy has a gun than God might be interested in whether Mangy has a four-slice toaster or one of those blade balancers for when he sharpens his lawnmower blades. Mangy does believe God sends his own mower blades out to be done and has a “Holy Toast” brand 42-slice commercial toaster. (J.C. is big on toast. Says so in The Bible, if you read it backwards.) Anyway, Mangy thought he’d write a little song about this absurd linkage, in the minds of many Americans, between God and guns.

“What is scarier than one crazy driver with a gun,” Leeper said while holding up the booking photos of the two men, “Two crazy drivers with a gun.”

Thus passeth another day in the NRA’s Garden of Bleedin’.

Yet another random act of politeness.

The hunt for politeness continues, as an uncle bags his nephew.

Politeness at the junction of on ramp and through lane:

“I was getting up to speed he could not get in front of me, and the minute he couldn’t get in front of me because I evidently didn’t let him, he just pulled out the gun. The way he did it, the way he pulled the gun out, he just looked right over at me and squeezed the trigger, wasn’t even a warning or anything,” McEver said.

Politeness begins at home.

Practice brotherly politeness.

Once again, aome children played politely.

We are a broken society.

America’s special brand of politeness claims the life of another child.

Thus passeth another day in the NRA’s Garden of Bleedin’.

Play peek-a-boo with politeness.

At Psychology Today Blogs, Ruth Bettelheim explores why persons commit mass shootings and other “senseless” acts of violence.

She argues that, though the acts may seem “senseless” to the observer, on some level they make sense to the perpetrator. Here’s a tiny bit of her article (italics in the original):

While most gun violence is committed by people who have never been diagnosed as mentally ill, even those suffering from psychosis (which most mass shooters do not) act for what appear to them to be valid reasons, and from the same motivations as non-psychotic people.

She concludes that there is one way to reduce this red tide. Follow the link to see what it is.

Once again, an oxymoron “responsible gun owner” discharges his responsibility.

When my kids were little, we would sometimes take them to Chuck E. Cheese. Frankly, the pizza was–er–less than desirable, but the games were fun.

Back then, in the olden days, nobody ever pulled a gun on us while we were playing skee ball.

We are a broken society.