Every time that there is a tragedy, the immediate reaction â from public and politicians alike â seems to be to try to adjust the law to prevent such things from occurring. And â if they canât be prevented, to create a consequence which would keep any rational person from committing the act. Unfortunately, neither reaction tends to work well.
Scene 1 act 1, cut to a tall tow headed thin man climbing to the top of the Capitol Dome (surrounded by parking lots totally devoid of any kind of police), holding a gun magazine capable of containing more than ten rounds of ammunition, while shrieking loudly "you'll never take me alive". Camera then pointedly pans to the "police-less" area surrounding the Capitol DomeâŠ. (Excerpt from the yet to be written "How the Left Doesn't Police the Left).
For the last year, county employees have been fielding questions concerning the state of the courthouse. It has been called everything from an oversized tombstone to a âMonster Energy Drinkâ can (because of its black and green coloring). Visiting attorneys and persons with business in the courthouse have called many offices trying to find it â only to discover that it really IS that big black building in the middle of town.
Because the main stream media mostly ignores murders involving small numbers of people (unless that is, the murdered people, or person, were/was killed with an "assault rifle" or, barring that the dead person is a teenager who reminds The Barack of what his mythical son would have looked like), this week I wanted to talk about something that happened in the community I live in. While definitely newsworthy, I seriously doubt it will make the national news, or for that matter even the news in the nearest large media market.
In a couple of days, we will start another New Year. The media is filled with recommendations for resolutions, how not to make resolutions, and a host of other thoughts. It is also filled with looking back on a year that has been extremely eventful, both positive and negative.
When I began writing this article toward the end of November, my intention was to be transparent when so many times during the holiday season, a simulated form of joy is thrown into people's faces whether they like it or not.
I was going to tell you about a person I knew who passed away right before Thanksgiving and its sudden shock (because there was no illness present, etc.) and almost-disbelief.
"And if I was feeling that surprised," I wrote, "then I could only imagine--or perhaps I couldn't even fathom--how the family was feeling."
âWe just got up on Christmas morningâŠand weâd usually have an apple and orange in our stockings. That was about the only time we ever had oranges. I can smell an orange to this day, and it always makes me think of Christmas. We didnât get many toys. We got necessities.â
Over the days and weeks ahead, the Congress of the United States will be wrestling with the deficit, automatic budget reductions, and a possible end to income tax cuts, as well trying to keep from going over the so called âfiscal cliffâ. They will weigh reductions in one area of the budget versus another. Buried within all the confusion and with no major news coverage are some almost invisible Medicare provisions that could make the difference in whether many rural hospitals in Texas can keep their doors open.
Despite the carols encouraging love and good will, the sermons and surface greetings, the holiday season is one of the most dangerous times of year. Perhaps it is our distraction with the many things we want to accomplish, perhaps something else, but statistics show that this time of year is quite hazardous to life, limb and property.
Having followed the recent troubles of Hostess, I thought I would point out a few things about that story which aren't getting the emphasis they might deserve.