If the last Presidential election cycle taught me anything, it’s that I’m actually a bit of a moderate, which was pretty shocking to me, because I came of age in the Bush Years, when anything associated with conservatism was slathered in a butchering of the English language and refusal to listen to reason. I figured I’d be a radical liberal, marching in peace protests and standing on corners holding signs (both things I have done more than once), for the rest of my life.
As I get older, and start to see the world as no longer black and white, and instead as just one giant elephant, totally gray and full of wrinkles (OMG I LOVE THAT ANALOGY. I AM BRILLIANT), I am less inclined to say my “party” is Democrat and more inclined to say my beliefs are “common sense.” If an argument makes sense when taken all the way to its logical end, then I am all for it. So, ear neo-conservatives: please teach me how to manage my money, while I teach you how to care about your fellow man. It could really be a win-win here.
My newfound peace in moderation is the reason that I no longer engage in the heated political shit stirring of yesteryear, because I know, from my own personal ideological experience, that no matter how angry you get or how eloquently you state your case, if the person you’re speaking to subscribes to one party and one party only, you are both going to get nowhere.
Also, arguments make me anxious and I get the shakes. Most of the time, it’s not worth it to me.
However, I have, on occasion, written here (and here and here) about ridiculous political memes posted to my Facebook newsfeed, simply because I felt I needed to say something, but refused to engage with the person who posted it (and this is entirely because the person who posted all of these things to their internet profile is my dear older cousin. Family first, after all).
This morning, I did a bad thing. I saw something on Facebook and could not help myself and I engaged:
Because COME ON, PEOPLE. I understand that you love yourselves some second amendment and I really appreciate your dedication to the laws of the United States. (Seeing as you adore amendments so much, I thought you might want to reread this one. You know, so you stop being such dicks about gay marriage.)
I also completely understand and respect what I believe to be the ultimate point of that Stewie graphic: encouraging people to take responsibility for their own actions. Sure, I’d like to blame my spoon for making me fat, but I know, deep down, that when I MISS SPELL a word, it is not the fault of my pencil (or in the above case, your photo editing software).
To a sane person, this makes sense. Sane people know that inanimate objects are not to blame for how they are used. (I know that too, but today my hair looks terrible. Thanks for ruining my day, hair.)
Gun control advocates are sane people. Proposing stricter gun laws that seek to limit public access to military-grade weapons capable of blowing people apart by sheer force is not a bizarre conspiracy to put the onus on guns. It is an attempt to stop crazy people from using military-grade weapons capable of blowing people apart to blow people apart. Full stop.
We need to legislate this because there is no reasoning with crazy people. At this point, we can barely reason with you.