SHIP OF FOOLS

It takes alot to get me riled these days. I just don't seem to have passion for much of anything, but leave it the the dirty, rotten Liberals to make me stand up and say "Hey - WTF??" I could go on for days about this sorry excuse for a leadership, but it's already been well documented and dissected by many with a much broader understanding and vocabulary than I possess, so I will attempt to focus on their lastest brilliant idea.

This merry band of morons and theives, headed by none other than the court jester, Paul Martin, have decided that the way to stop the violence, specifically in Toronto, is to go to the trenches and say "Hey you guys, stop it. You can't play with handguns anymore. They're bad. Very bad." Weeeeeell, that oughta stop them.

Now, I may be a simple, barely-educated woman, without all those fancy degrees and impressive credits, but haven't handguns been highly restricted for many years? The recent 2 billion dollar gun registry was supposed to take care of those nasty long-barrel guns that criminals typically stash in the small of their back. That's what they told me. Millions and millions of voters believed them and stood behind this gross expenditure, all in the name of public good. If you didn't agree with this ridiculous, wasteful program, then you were labeled a redneck, guntoting, pro-American hillbilly, or a criminal. In fact, if you didn't play along, you became a criminal! Yes, that scary farmer in Saskatchewan suddenly became public enemy number one, because he didn't get the paperwork on his gopher hunting rifle in on time. So where did it go wrong?

The answer is not difficult. It was always there, everyone knew it, many spoke of it, but too many couldn't wrap their brains around the simplicity. Criminals don't register their guns. Everything they do is about concealing their activities and crimes. This registry has never and will never have any effect on crime. 2 billion dollars. 2 billion dollars. Say it over and over until you grasp the full meaning of that much money. I know I can think of numerous ways to spend that money that would have an impact on the safety and well-being of the public. Bet you could too. When left to our own devices, (meaning when the control-happy Libs stay the fuck out) the majority are capable of making intelligent, sane and rational desicions. We just have to be quiet for a moment and listen to our own thoughts, not the factions with ulterior motives.

So Martin thinks he's going to stroll into the ghettos of Toronto and tell them they can't use those (illegal and unregistered, by the way) handguns any longer. Is he going to look them in the eye and wag his finger at them? Say "Bad boys", and threaten to ground them, or ban 50 Cent from coming? Maybe threats aren't necessary at all. I'm sure a good, stern talking to would do the trick. I can just picture this scene taking place after Martin makes his grand proclamation. One hood approaches another in an alley. They have a beef going way back to, I don't know, yesterday. It seems that one hood walked by another hood and didn't cursty, thus showing an utter lack of respect. It's time to settle the score. Thug #1 approaches thug #2 and mutters something unintelligable and brandishes his forbidden weapon of choice, waving and pointing it in a clearly threatening manner. Thug #2, not understanding him, but getting the message anyway through the universal sign of I'm going to shoot you , says "Hey buddy. Put that down. Mr. Martin said we're not allowed to play with guns anymore. Dispose of that vile weapon immediately or you're going to get in big trouble. " Naturally, being good, compliant Canadian citizens, thug #1, will come to his senses and drop the gun down the nearest sewer. The thugs will decide to settle their dispute like civilized men in the nearest Starbucks over a non-fat, decaf latte. They end the meeting with a handshake, singing the praises of the dear, wise Mr. Martin and a promise to see each other at the nearest Liberal headquarters, where they have decided to spend their free time wisely by volunteering to assist on the campaign.

January 23rd people. January 23rd.

D.