If you can’t control how your women breed, then you can’t control your family as a work unit, let alone as a multi-generational one. (Boys are great for work, but surplus for reproduction, so boys’ sexual behaviors, as long as they leave enough variety for Dad (and don’t embarass the compulsory gender roles), aren’t under a heavy a set of manners.)

If you can’t defend your ideas of how your family should act, through a cache of guns and ammo, then they can choose new ideas.

We’re sinking back into the same intellectual mire of family abuse that made the Old Testament such a delightful place to live.

Ain’t it the truth? Some enterprising American Studies grad student should analyze the rhetoric of both political movements to explore the similarities, especially when it comes to the violent fantasies (or sadly, the violent realities) that each extremist movement engages in w/r/t their political opponents. (Unless this has been done before–I don’t know.)

And Lance: yeah, that British accent he whips out is just weird. Like I said, one could almost accuse Morgan of finding a parodist, but as cgeye points out, this guy has been around the block.

I have to say that, coming from Indiana, my facebook feed has been drawn in two directions on this issue. Many of my dearest friends there are gun owners, and none of them are nuts. I’ve never heard any of them prattle on about the 2nd amendment, or black helicopters. The don’t have bumper stickers on this issue. They aren’t NRA members. They just have guns – hunting rifles (for, you know, hunting) and pistols (for, say policework or varmint shooting). They’ve always had guns. They don’t appreciate this sort of fellow. But they also don’t appreciate the “all guns must go” school of thought.

They finally brought the witness in, and we were sitting on shabby folding chairs. He went down the line, hands behind his back, stopping to stare aggressively into the faces of us pigeons. He finally picked out his man (not me) and it was over.

Before he came in the officer in charge of the station (The Guv’nor) heard that his boys had reeled in an American tourist (me), and he came out and stood in front of me talking about baseball for twenty minutes, presumably as a protective gesture. It was apparently not a good career move for the two officers that they had inadvertently disobliged a hard-working tourist. Anyway, the Guv’nor brought out a huge leatherette bag of pound coins and proceeded to dole out six pounds a head to us plants as compensation. The other guys in the parade were local bar habituees, who apparently did this on a regular basis for drinking money. They gave me a nice piece of paper to document my service on the Group W bench, which I still have, and I had a tourist story for the ages. What does this have to do with guns? There WEREN’T any guns!!! It felt kind of civilized. Then they invented the Internet, but I’ve still never been able to find out how the investigation came out. I’m sure there’s a record out at Kew!

How can we be surprised that now it’s his turn to cash in — and whether he’s opposing initiatives from the left or right, whichever way the wind blows hard, that’s where he’ll ride….

I might be tempted to think that this guy was a plant meant to impersonate a complete kook, except that he appears to speak for a number of our fellow citizens.