There are many reasons that a citizen may prefer a handgun for home defense: It is easier to store in a location that is readily accessible in an emergency; it cannot easily be redirected or wrestled away by an attacker; it is easier to use for those without the upper-body strength to lift and aim a long gun; it can be pointed at a burglar with one hand while the other hand dials the police. Whatever the reason, handguns are the most popular weapon chosen by Americans for self-defense in the home, and a complete prohibition of their use is invalid. -Justice Antonin Scalia writing for the 5-4 majority today in District of Columbia v. Heller overturning DC’s gun ban.
I have had time to skim today’s opinion, and I’m in complete agreement with Justice Scalia on this one. (Maybe this weekend, I can find the time to digest the 157-page opinion). It troubles me, though, that the four justices voting to uphold the ban are often the ones who vote in support of individual rights.
I mean, seriously. Handguns are as American as baseball, hot dogs and apple pie.
June 21, 2008: There Will Be Vlog
June 20, 2008: West Virginia Rocks (Vacation Edition)
We returned from Our Summer Family Vacation late last night after traveling back from Myrtle Beach. About an hour into our journey, I introduced our kids to the musical wonders of Blondie. Remember George Bernard Shaw telling us to be careful what we ask for?
“Play Call Me, Dada!”
And I did. Again and again.
And again.
And again.
Call Me, call me, anytime.
Call Me for a ride.
Call call me for some overtime.
Call me my love.
Ok. Song’s over. Let’s listen to some Nena because I love me some “99 Luft Balloon” action.
“No, Da da! Call Me! PLAY CALL ME!!! WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Have you ever spent two hours trapped in traffic behind Big Walker Mountain Tunnel with two screaming kids while having to endure the repeated strains of Call Me? A few years ago, I watched an episode of The Mole (not the current version now airing on ABC, but the really awesome one where Anderson “360” Cooper hosted), and they placed this guy in a room where he had to listen to Don Ho sing tiny bubbles over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and it nearly drove the contestant crazy. And I thought “Wow, there’s no way I could ever be a game show contestant if I had to listen to Don Ho sing Tiny Bubbles all night!” But after our trip back from the beach, it turns out I was completely wrong after all! Go figure.
No, the hardest part about our trip--to paraphrase our very hip musical buddy Tom Petty--was the waiting to get back home to the internet. That’s because I did not take my new notebook computer with me on our trip. I did not take my new notebook computer because. . . wait for it. . . wait. . .for. . .it. . . here comes da schtick:
3. I wanted needed to take a full vacation for the first time in seven years. Really.
Ok. I know that isn’t my best schtick. I’m out of practice. But I just wanted to give a shout out to all my homies in West Virginia--see sidebar--because y’all rock.
And I’ll be back with some serious vloggin’ as soon as my son finishes listening to some more Call Me.
June 11, 2008: My 9 Favorite Television Shows
June 9, 2008: The Relevance Of This One Will Make Sense To Maybe Three Or Four People
June 7, 2008: Oy Vey! It’s My Lost Vlog!
June 5, 2008: A Homage To One Of My Favorite Films
June 2, 2008: Things That Make Me Feel A Certain Shame, No. 29 Vlogging Rocks!