Quadsville

BOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!  Last weekend I dipped into a thread on gun control at QCT.  You'd have thought the Russky's were going to land and the sicko, commiesymp, pervert, liberal socialists were out to take over.  Gimme mah skwerl gun, Ma, they's comin' to git mah shine!  Okay, okay, a little over stated maybe.  The fact is I've enjoyed shooting a time or two and I tend to be a miserable marksman.  So, I don't know whether it is that or my belief that too many yahoo's with guns are a big part of the problem, or the realization that if someone is coming to get you in a helicopter gunship, with infrared and various flying explosive devices, your semi-auto Kalishnikov knock off, really won't matter much, but one way or the other I don't feel the need to have some sort of heavy duty personal fire power and don't understand why other's want it.

You might ask, "Gosh, Mike, that is a pretty bold statement.  Do you think everyone has to think like you?  And smarty pants, if you don't want a large, heavy-caliber weapon with an amazing rate of fire, what do you want?"

Cue up the Queen: (music begins)  "I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike, I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like."

Okay, that isn't what I want...well kind of, I do...but no.

I recently read two quotes by Albert Einstein and I've found one to be true:  "Genius has it's limits, but stupidity knows no bounds." And the other describes, what I want, no, not a million dollars, but, "I want to know God's thoughts the rest are details."

So, to get back to the discussion and to my "evil genius,"  I suggested in that thread, regarding gun control, that a person of real imagination would learn some chemistry, learn to fly remote control planes, and fight off the evil pedophile protecting, terrorist harboring liberals, with auto weapons(how these people can take weapons when the abhor violence is yet to be explained) when they show up at your door demanding your skwerl gun.

So, bearing that in mind and having no appreciable knowledge of science, other than what I read in the magazines my good aunt bought subscriptions for, I went out and checked out a comic book.  Drawn by a guy named Larry Gonick.  It was on chemistry.  Later in the week, while hanging out with my younger cousin, I found myself in a situation where I felt compelled to finally spend some tip money.  I went out and bought a remote control heli.  It is designed to only be flown indoors and I have limited space where I live, so this morning I went to a neighborhood church, got permission from the pastor to use an open area, and while waiting for my heli to charge, read chemistry and then flew the dog.

It is without a doubt the coolest toy I've ever owned.  I'm frightened of it, because it cost more money than I really had to spend.  But, it is so cool!  Frankly, if I was to get a gun, I think I'd have to go with a black powder gun, a crossbow, or a pump/lever action and for cost to fun ration, and hassle factor, this little one ounce heli was much, much, much more fun.

So, as I flew it around the church and did my best not to smash it into ceilings, walls, baptismals(all blue B-52's were still at home) I had a blast.  I started to think, "when the anti-intellectual, born again, fundamentalist, gun toting yahoo's come to force a baptisim on me, I'll devise a larger remote control craft, get diesel fuel and anhydrous and plunge it into the crowd to avoid being brain washed into accepting a stepford wife and forced into the insurance business."

Now, to be frank, I've had any amount of trouble in my life over my statements being misconstrued, taken out of context, examined without the slightest sense of humor, rationality, or realism.  Of course this is supposed to be humorous.  What bothers me is that as soon as you are forced to declare it is humorous, you know you are hanging out with people with 1)no sense of humor  2) a world view so alien to your own, you'd better run.  No, really, run.  As fast as you can, as far as you can, don't pack clothes, don't try to reason with them.  Run!  Don't look back!   Run!  Run!  Run!  But, laugh while you do it!  Of course if they catch you, they'll claim that laughter as insanity and further cause to force that baptism upon you.  So, laugh while you can!  If/when they catch up, your laughin' days are over.