I was in Tennessee and Alabama last week hangin’ with my girls. My tribe.
Two of them are from Canada, the land of Mounties and mooses—and Justin Trudeau—which they rub in my face every chance they get.
She was telling me over duck-fat tater-tots (you heard me) that when she phoned her mom to tell her she was coming to the States, her mother didn’t tell her to have fun, or ask her for a t-shirt from Nashville (which is up there with Vegas and Disneyland in its “We don’t have anything like this in Canada” gobsmackery.)
Nope. Her mom voiced her concern. It went something like this:
“Mom, I’ll be in the United States next week.”
“Aww jeez honey, don’t get shot.”
Wtf? That’s embarrassing.
It breaks my heart. And it makes me mad.
Because it happened on my watch. Our country became this dysfunctional, hot mess on MY watch?
The fact that the rest of the civilized world is afraid to come here for fear of some loon opening fire and killing them with his Constitutionally protected assault rifle while they innocently sit eating a tater tot is sad—and disgusting.
What has become of us? What does it say about America when sane folks warn their daughters to duck and cover?
A few weeks ago Trump signed into law some legislation making it easier for the mentally ill to get guns. You know, because who doesn’t want that?
I’ve always had such a hard time with this “right” to own a firearm. Listen, my husband has guns. He relishes his right to own them. He is skilled with them, respects them, and locks them up when they’re not in use and most importantly, last time I checked—he wasn’t crazy. But sadly, that is not the case with some people.
And I have to say, their rights are starting to infringe on mine!
I have to go through metal detectors at museums, concerts and sporting events. Some schools even have then now.
I have to open my bag at most public social events and let people poke around in there.
And the past few times I’ve flown I’ve been subjected to a body scan at the airport even though I’m TSA pre-check approved.
When do I get MY rights back? When do I get to laugh at my friend’s mom for being neurotic nervous Nelly—instead of prudent?
When will they stop interpreting the Constitution for their purposes?
When does this madness end? I don’t have the answers.
Thanks for the rant.
Oh…Canada.
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Carry on,
xox
