Random Thoughts: Gun Laws, Daring, and Cats
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Finished first draft on a short story. Not sure what I do with short stories though. I just needed something to work on while I let the 1st draft of a novel sit a while before I get to working on the 2nd draft.
So in New York, they’re going to stop violence by telling criminal they’re not allowed to load more than 7 bullets in their magazines?
Everyone who voted for that stupid gun bill in NY needs to be locked up in a dumb asylum where they can no longer hurt themselves or others.
I’m glad I’m neither an optimist nor a pessimist because I have more important things to do than constantly make judgments on water glasses.
The new NY gun law is just hard to deal with because it’s so breathtakingly stupid on so many different levels.
It’s not like the problem with violence in NY is that criminals have 3 too many bullets in their magazines.
And it doesn’t even limit criminals to 7 bullets, because they can just use out of state magazines (since they’re criminals).
But it doesn’t even ban in state magazine larger than 7 rounds — you’re just on the honor system to load your magazine with only 7 rounds.
And a criminal ready to murder someone is totally going to follow the honor system and only load 7 rounds in his magazine.
There is no conceivable way this law will even slightly inconvenience a criminal. It’s only going to pester law-abiding gun owners.
This law is so horrible, justice won’t be served until everyone involved with it is exiled to Antarctica never to return here.
Looking at the gun control crowd, maybe I should write a self-help book called “Coping with Losing a Political Argument.”
How DARE you, sir!
How dare YOU, sir!
How dare you, SIR!
You, sir, the daring — what’s up with that?
Just practicing my righteous indignation.
No, I’m happily married; I won’t have sex with you. Stop asking, women.
I’m non-partisan. Why aren’t I tax-free?
If you put a thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters, they’d soon produce the greatest YouTube video ever made.
The reason Barack Obama was reelected was all politics.
The left are keep trying to surgically separate freedom and responsibility, but freedom always dies in that operation.
Wow, watching the cat play with a mouse is one of the cruelest things ever. Just kill it, you psychopathic freak!
Got the mouse away from the cat and drowned it (the mouse, that is).
They talk about human cruelty to animals, but we’re the only species who seems to care about this sort of thing.
Thanks to these mice, I have a much better kills to death ratio in real life than I do in Call of Duty.
Online games were so much easier back in college when I had the best ping on the planet.
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March 22nd, 2013 at 10:15 am
Have to admit, I once fought a cat to let a mouse escape because the fuzzy little sadist was sickening me. Of course, if the mouse had been in the house instead of the backyard, I’d have probably given the cat a barbed whip and little mouse thumbscrews.
March 22nd, 2013 at 11:17 am
This could only be improved upon by the inclusion of midgets.
March 22nd, 2013 at 11:19 am
My cat was useless. The only mouse it ever killed was the one attached to my computer. Stupid thing chewed right through the cord.
I miss that little b@strd. The cat that is.
March 22nd, 2013 at 11:36 am
Not sure what I do with short stories though.
You send them to the New Yorker, which will edit them into the dullest things imaginable.
March 22nd, 2013 at 12:04 pm
If you put a thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters, they’d soon produce the greatest YouTube video ever made. Or TSA Rules and Regulations, or state of NY gun control laws, or Obama care. Actually there’s no end to the useless stupidly a thousand monkeys or just a hand full of bureaucrats and politicians can come up with.
March 22nd, 2013 at 1:43 pm
Michael Bloomfuhrer knows even the high school grads there can’t count past seven. Maybe they can load criminals mags when they stop off for clean needles and free condoms. Or equip them to go Ping! when the limit is reached. “Crap, I’m out of ammo, knew I should not have loaded on the elevator”.
March 22nd, 2013 at 3:03 pm
Drowning is not a great death, either. You put the little beasts in a sack (an old pillowcase works great) and then slam them against the concrete as hard as possible. Death is instantaneous – or at least, a lot faster than drowning, and hours faster than your cat would have allowed.
I had The Greatest Cat Who Ever Lived (sorry, DamnCat), and once caught him toying with a bird in the back yard. It was beyond cruel, and yet I could see in my mind the “Wheeeee!” thought balloon over the cat’s head. He always quickly dispatched any animal I caught him playing with, as soon as he heard my squeal of horror – he had learned that if it was already dead, I wouldn’t try to take it away from him. “Shriek!” >snap!< [broken neck]. He would go on playing with the dead animal for quite some time, although he always gave me a dirty look for spoiling the best of the fun.
March 22nd, 2013 at 3:29 pm
“Got the mouse away from the cat and drowned it (the mouse, that is)”
Then you’re only half done with your drowning work…
March 22nd, 2013 at 6:22 pm
When the cat pushes your X-Box onto the floor while you’re playing and breaks it you’ll know you had it coming.
March 22nd, 2013 at 6:28 pm
No appology needed Crabby – we cats are all confident in our own awesomeness.