What’ll it take?

I have actually, seriously, written up an idea for the mass shooting scenario that could finally, after all else has failed, get our politicians to get serious about restricting access to firearms.

As in, I’ve basically written the outline for a short story on what a mass shooting will have to look like in order to make effective bullet control happen.

That’s where we’re at, America. I am actually forming a positive answer to the question of “How many people have to die?”

 

*looks up* Nope. *flips table on way out*

As much as I’m a proud heathen, somehow I still feel like places of worship should be safer than most places. There’s no rational reason to feel this way, but when someone commits a violent crime in a church, that’s extra fucked-up.

I don’t want to know the name of the fuckhead who just shot up the church in Texas today. I don’t want to know anything about him except that he didn’t survive the chase with police. His name should disappear.

The question is HOW

Last I heard on the car radio about the massacre in Las Vegas, the death toll was 58, and the injury count was over 550. 

It’s like someone heard about the Pulse shooting and said, “Hold my beer.”

I’ve heard the shooter’s name on the radio. I will not use it here. That sorry pig-fucker should not be rewarded with infamy. I don’t care if he’s already dead. People who do shit like this should be forgotten. Their victims should be remembered, their motives should be understood, but the killers themselves should not have a place in the history books. Their names should disappear.

Also, I’ve completely lost interest in debating gun control with people who think we’d all be safer if more people carried guns. I don’t care about bullet usage as a civil right. I am interested in figuring out what kind of gun control measures work at reducing gun violence. That discussion isn’t going to happen with people who don’t want guns to be effectively controlled.

A little advice

If we’re in a discussion about the event of Trumpty Numpty’s election…

…and your argument includes the “white working class” as a group in which the left needs to invest more understanding and sympathy…

…I simply cannot take you seriously when you complain about “identity politics” as a syndrome on the left.

 

 

I blame Trump’s America for making me so mean.

It seems Assad is talking trash about Trumpty Numpty’s governing abilities.

This is worse than watching the Battle of the Blackwater. Rather than just “one pack of assholes attacking another pack of assholes, but with nice people stuck on both sides,” it’s one walking toxic gas cloud taunting another walking toxic gas cloud.

There are limits to using “asshole” as an insult. An asshole is necessary for the survival and good health of a body.

The criticisms would be apt coming from someone who isn’t already massacring his own people.

So now I feel like the solution to this feud is to put both Trump and Assad alone together in a room with a day’s worth of food and water, and then lock the door. At the end of a week, we open the door and see who’s still alive. The survivor gets a cabin in the mountains with full utilities and regular food deliveries, but only the most rudimentary communication devices. Like, he can call 911, he can call the power company, but he can’t get in touch with his goon squad. And he can’t have a pet. He can have houseplants. He can’t be trusted not to abuse a pet.

Time to step up my game.

If my ISP is to be allowed to sell my browsing history to advertisers, I want that browsing history to make someone shit their pants. If someone looked at it now, they’d find mostly gardening advice and writing gadgets. Of course there’s a bit of weird shit, because that’s what happens when novelists have Internet access, but even the weird shit is expressed in its most bland, innocuous form. If browsing history is going to be a corporate commodity, then I aim to make corporate bigwigs have nightmares from looking through my “story research.” They should be too afraid to contact the sorts of businesses that might cater to my tastes.

 

Literally everyone benefits from quality maternity and pediatric care.

Aside from the arguments in favor of universal health care in general, there is an important reason why coverage of prenatal, maternity, newborn, and pediatric care should be mandatory and comprehensive.

It’s not just that we were all gestated and born at one point. That’s valid, but it’s bigger than that.

A society depends on the production of new human beings. That much is surely beyond dispute? Additionally, older people depend on the labor of younger people. There are people being gestated and born right now, whose labor will make our quality of life possible later.

This idea of “I’m an older man, so I don’t need maternity care”? Bullshit. You need other people to have maternity and pediatric care. The older you get, the more your life depends on healthy, hard-working young people. Who picks up your garbage? Who drives the bus you take to your appointments? Who tends the crops you eat? Who drives the ambulance when you have a medical emergency? When you go out to eat, who prepares your meal, and who brings it to the table? When you’re at the hospital, who treats you? Who changes your IV? When you reach the stage of life where you’re frail and feeble and can’t take care of yourself anymore, who keeps you alive and comfortable? (Last time I visited my grandmother at the nursing home, the answer was: younger women from west Africa and the Caribbean. We’re benefitting from immigrant labor as well pregnant women having healthcare.) 

Prenatal and maternity care ensure that children are born alive and have healthy mothers to raise them. Newborn and pediatric care ensure that those children reach adulthood in optimal health. We need a new generation of functioning adults to ensure that older people have a decent quality of life and don’t die prematurely of preventable causes. For that, we need medical care for pregnant and birthing people, for new babies, and young children, regardless of their income bracket. That heavily pregnant young woman using WIC to pay for her groceries? Some day, her child will keep you alive.

The lives of older men depend on the availability of maternity care.