As this guns in bars business seems to be the hottest topic on my political radar short of some silly email circulating from a Diane Black staffer, I’ll throw originality to the wind and offer my little rant on this subject we can’t seem to get enough of.
This morning I sat with the Tennessean, reading an article that basically said how restaurant and bar owners think it is bat-shit-crazy to let anyone toting a gun into their establishments. None of these proprietors seemed to have any idea how a business owner could stand to gain by inviting someone with heat in their holster in for a drink.
There I sat, further mystified in my understanding of why our legislature chose to instate such an antiquated policy. So I mulled it over. If the individuals who graciously offer us watering holes have nothing but complaints to offer and nothing to gain… then who does “guns in bars” benefit anyway? Okay, okay, besides lobbyists.
Yes, a high population of gun-loving Tennesseans want to exercise their second amendment rights, and rightly so. I understand the logic that people want, have and can exercise the right to bear arms—whether that is something I agree with or not. Wonderful. Please do wave that constitution and that gun high into the air, just not around me or in the bar.
I can see why people feel compelled to bring a firearm to a place that serves alcohol. They may need to defend themselves against another person who does not have the self-control or sobriety to keep their pistol below the bar. I guess that’s called warding off violence by perpetuating a threat of violence? Makes total sense, right?
There must be some reason for this legislation that I am too clouded in disbelief to see. There must be something other than the will of the state legislature to support some NRA agenda, to flex the muscle of the majority and pass any nonsensical legislation they so please because they are the big boys with big guns?
Please someone wake me from this dream before it becomes a nightmare, before the grievous error of this legislation is realized, until one evening on the 6 o’clock news we listen to the report that someone was gunned down at a local bar. Then together we’ll all let loose a cliché sigh, “It was just a matter of time.” “I knew that would happen.”
While it is stunning that such legislation will take effect in a matter of weeks and the whistle of stray bullets may overpower the stale echo of the honky-tonks on lower Broad. I can only hope that the proprietors will tack “no guns” signs to their door fronts. If not, I better get registered. I’ll need to defend myself.
News broke this Monday that two American journalists, Laura Ling and Euna Lee, have been sentenced to “12 years of reform through hard labor.” The pair stood trial last week in North Korean Central Court after being arrested for “illegal border crossing and hostile acts” while covering defectors along the N Korea/China border.
Last week, President Barack Obama took a stride towards a kinder, more gentle nation by easing restrictions regarding travel to and money sent to the little commie-island of Cuba. But don’t pack your bags for a Cuban vacation yet my WASPy little friends; at current the eased restrictions for travel to Cuba only applies to those who have family in our cigar-smoking neighbor to the South.
If it’s safe to say that any good morning starts with a mimosa, then I was secured success at 9:30 am last Saturday.
