Things I wished I had said

Yesterday, Joe Huffman, creator and organizer of Boomershoot and blogger at The View From North Central Idaho, linked to my “Broken Tooth Blues� post having had a very similar problem the day before.

A troll calling himself ‘Henry’ came into the post and made this comment:

Now that you are feeling better, perhaps we can talk about about an idea I have for Boomershoot.

Regardless of what your or I may think is the cause of all those innocent people being killed and maimained each year by firearms, I think we can agree that it is very sad that all of those people have had their lives ended or made miserable.

It seems to me that it would be an appropriate gesture if, at the outset of Boomershoot or at some highpoint in the festivities, there were a minute of silence in memory of all those people. I am sure tha the failies of most of those people would be grateful.

What do you think?

Being me, I came in and made a snarky comment about ‘Henry’ having lost his mind. I’d like to blame the Novocain and follow-up pain killers, but chuckleheads just set me off.

Fellow Boomershooter, Mike, came in and posted the comment of a level headed individual that I wished I had made:

Hey Henry,

I’m a sensitive, new-agey sort of guy. I indeed feel for the poor innocents who have met a violent end:

the battered wives who were prevented from possessing the one tool that could protect them when the police wouldn’t;

the inner-city shopkeepers, helpless to protect themselves from felonious attack by repeat offenders, looking to feed their crack habit;

the terrified teachers who were prevented from stopping a ritalin-addled child from killing his classmates and colleages with an illegally-obtained weapon;

the millions in socialist regimes who’ve been rounded up and marched off to end up laying in a mass grave, with no means to resist;

The “gun culture” grieves for these people as much as, or more than, the bleeding heart liberals like you. We just don’t see the solution as simplistic as you do. Banning guns doesn’t stop evil – it just hinders good people from stopping it. But it’s increasingly clear that you do not see this as your problem – just ban the guns and hope the police will protect you.

The only moments of silence I plan to observe at Boomershoot are the interludes between my connection with a few pounds of high explosives. Perhaps I’ll let a vision of 9-11 pass through my mind’s eye, just before I press the trigger.

Good on ya, Mike. That was probably more swift and painful to Henry than any amount of insults I could have slung. Bravo!

See you in a week.

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