If I Had One, I’d Love to Show it Off

Falling through the universe at the speed of life

By David Glenn Cox

It’s all in how you look at things I suppose, strict is too harsh and gentle is too soft. You can’t make any mistakes if you don’t admit to making any. Denial is just another set of alternative facts. If you fall off your bicycle, you just get up and say, “you did that on purpose.” That you meant to do that and that you always do that to amuse the crowd, unaccustomed to such vagrant excitement.

During the London Blitz in the late war, Churchill made a point to visit the bombed-out areas of London. His reception wasn’t always appreciated by people who had just lost homes and families. Churchill didn’t want to do it, and he didn’t have to do it. But he felt it was important that the government show its face in both triumph and disaster. To show the government’s concern at the highest level and its connection to the people, even in it also illustrated the government’s failings.

The Nazi leadership across the channel never visited bombed sites or interacted with war victims. What bombing? There was no bombing, That’s just enemy propaganda. I’m afraid I’m going to have to place you under arrest for spreading enemy propaganda. So, step away from that rubble and put your hands up.

Texas Ober Gruppen Fuhrer, Gregg “Bubba” Abbott did not attend any of the funerals for murdered Uvalde, Texas, school children. Nor did he attend any funerals for the adults. He did attend a community prayer service at the county fairgrounds. Controlled space for a somber silent vigil, where we all reflect thoughtfully and quietly on our failings. Big Brother’s way of saying, “Gee, that’s too bad.”

He won’t face the victims of his policies in the bombed-out ruins of their lives. He shows us his public concern while also showing us his private concern. All an act and as mechanical as a tin man at the disco.

The political equivalent of the old Duck and Cover drill. Hide under your desk and be quiet, until all the reporters go away. Show yourself only in neutral God playgrounds and most of all, “Thoughts and prayers.” A meaningless platitude to show how you really care when you really, really don’t care. It doesn’t cost you nothing to put on your dark suit, comb your hair, look sad and watch your shoeshine fade for an hour or so.

Like a magic touchless carwash, all clean and shiny now and you may resume with your killings. If you have a headache, you can take two Tylenol. If you have child massacres, you hold a prayer vigil at the county fairgrounds, and everything is all clean and shiny again. Bubba doesn’t leave room for any other options. If you have a child massacre you pray it away quietly, what do you want from me? I’m just the Governor and that’s what the Governor does in Texas, when children are brutally murdered.

You want him to make a speech about the harsh brutal realities of living in Texas? “My fellow Texans we gather together on this somber occasion to remember that in the name of pandering to the extreme Reich wing. We make these weapons available to almost anybody. Anybody 18 to 800, crazy people drunk or sober, barely conscious with folding money. Let us all remember their 2nd Amendment freedom to murder and to maim us.

Let them use our schools our churches, and our Walmart’s, as a low-cost alternative to the evils of costly mental health programs or strict gun regulation. Those guns shots are the sounds of freedom ringing out! George Washington once said, “The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.” So, stay vigilant and keep your eyes peeled and keep your head down, and avoid crowds whenever possible.”

The ownership of a gun is the ultimate phallic symbol of power. So, it is not surprising the powerless, and the overweight white men who assume they’re powerless, should want one. Walter Mitty becomes Clint Eastwood “Make my day punk.”

Statistically, the gun the owner holds the gun in his hand that is more than likely to be the gun that kills the owner someday, before it kills any bad guys. The gun as the ultimate symbol of hopelessness and the finality of giving up, defeated in the Capitalist playground. Like hamburgers at a fast food joint the gun image, doesn’t match the gun reality.

The gun becomes their recognition symbol and their mousketeer decoder ring/ middle class Klan hood and then, it’s all just a matter of keeping up with a Joneses. ”Gee dad, the people across the street just got a new forty caliber Glock with a twelve-round clip and a laser site.” What’s the matter with you boy? Isn’t our old 357 six shot Colt revolver good enough for you? “Gee no dad, But it’s just so sexy that it can hold so many rounds. Like a big dick, if I had one. I’d love to show it off.”

It’s a knee jerk reaction, a spasm of pain from the Reich wing reminder battery. Don’t forget, Bill Clinton is going to take all your guns away. And lest you do forget, Barack Obama is also going to take all of  your guns away and when he’s done. There won’t be any guns left for Joe Biden to take away not even glue or caulking guns. They’re coming soon, door to door! You’ll see! But by then, it will be too late!

Every time a Democrat gets elected to the White House, the gun manufactures hold, “Buy it now sales! Quick, before Joe Biden says that you can’t have it.” They manufacture ammunition shortages then jack up the prices and hint, that it’s all somehow secretly Washington’s fault.

A deeply rooted psychosexual nightmare where someone is going to take their penis away from them. Liberals and Nancy boys are going to try and neuter them. Make them all follow safety rules and not run with scissors and use a napkin, wash their hands, and get vaccinated.

What the gun symbolizes is rarely related to what the gun actually does. Carrying an AR-15 into Costco because you need four quarts of 10W-30 motor oil, and some spearmint gum, doesn’t make you look strong. It makes you look like pre-programmed droid. Like you just got the Red Queen telephone call. Like Uncle Billy is out hunting Martians again.

Programmed like a hundred other Captain Kirks, Spocks or Picards at Comicon. “We can make friends with the Romulans, but you can never trust them.” Believing in the buckets of bullshit, pedaled by their betters. Designed to take away their lunch money from them and keep them all excited and jibbering at once.

They can keep their pistols, but they can’t have a raise or a union. They can keep their guns, but they can’t afford decent health care. They can keep their guns, but they can’t break the drought or stop the wildfires. They can keep their guns because they are programmed and propagandized everyday by the Republicans, that they need to keep those guns to survive. If for no other reason than to protect themselves in case, they run into some nut with a gun. Then, they will be safe and then you’ll see.

It’s probably one of the largest swindles ever accomplished in America, since the natives traded Manhattan Island for handful of glass beads. They have traded their safety for a gun. And they have traded their freedom and their children’s freedom for a gun. Used like a farmer uses a milk cow, to get lower taxes for billionaires and higher profits for corporations raping the Earth. The Republicans only need to call them and squeeze, they are always ready to serve, and are so well programmed.

“Never attempt to win by force what can be won by deception.”
― Niccolò Machiavelli

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