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hunter's JournalGun love is disgusting. I have no trouble saying that.
Gun fetishists have much in common with the folks who defend cigarette smoking and drunk driving.
There's no reason to be polite.
The second amendment is bullshit. It has no place in the 21st century.
It's directly comparable to the Three-Fifths Clause of the United States Constitution.
Trouble is once they are "cut off" then what?
Street drugs are easy, or if you've got money, scam providers are easy too. Witness Rush Limbaugh living, or Michael Jackson dead...
How do we reduce harm?
It's not working in the U.S.A. because we usually regard addiction as a moral failing not a medical problem.
In the U.S.A. it seems "hitting bottom" has to be a death or near death experience, whereas in more civilized nations it's just a crappy room, supervision and therapy, and whatever it takes to get you through the day, methadone, a few beers, whatever.
We'd be a much more humane society if we accepted the fact that some people are going to be living at very minimal levels of social functionality, years even, before they can move on to better lives, and that a very small minority will never overcome their addictions, but that it's no reason to wish any hell upon them.
By virtue of our humanity, we all deserve a safe place to simply exist.
Just to make it fair, there ought to be a license to hunt trophy hunters.
Nah, not kill them, unless you are a lion or an elephant or other trophy animal. Trophy animals ought to be privileged with no-limit trophy hunter hunting.
As humans we'd be allowed to hit trophy hunters with tranquilizer darts and tag their ears or something, and post their photos on the internet, as trophies.
Rather like the catch-and-release-unbarbed-hooks requirements for fishing in some places. You get to catch the fish, take the photo and brag about it, but then you release them. You can't eat them, you can't stuff them and hang them on your wall..
Nobody wants to eat trophy hunters anyways. They taste like Viagra. And their heads mounted on the wall would be damned ugly.
There are excellent alternatives to copper for plumbing...
... not so much for household wiring. Aluminum wiring works for large scale projects maintained by professionals, but it proved dangerous in homes, causing many fires. It's possible that modern material sciences, electronics (such as arc-fault circuit interuptors), and low energy LED lighting and other electrical appliances, could make aluminum household wiring viable, but there's a tremendously bad reputation to overcome, along with an expectation that ordinary wall outlets will deliver at least 1.5 kilowatts.
Copper is used in cars too. There's about 150 pounds of copper in pure electric cars like the Tesla, three or four times more copper than a modern fuel powered car uses. Older fuel powered cars used a lot of copper too. They had copper radiators and heater cores, etc..
Modern renewable energy systems tend to use a lot of copper too, requiring more copper per kilowatt hour than conventional power plants.
The sad thing about this U.S. copper mine is that it might be much less destructive to the natural environment than copper mines in places with very few or no environmental regulations.
I often think about what it would take to provide every human on earth with safe comfortable housing. Providing everyone with a big suburban house with copper plumbing and wiring, an electric car in the driveway, and wind turbines on the hill would do unimaginable damage to the earth.
I've got neighbors living in a house owned by a Chinese extended family.
My great grandfather's house in San Francisco, the one my grandma and her sister were born in, is also owned now by foreign investors.
My grandma's childhood bedroom is now a full apartment. I talked to someone living there a few years ago and he couldn't believe the entire house once belonged to a single family, or that the luxury apartment of the house was once the home of a much abused Irish housekeeper/cook/maid, spinster queen of the big kitchen, and child of St. Ignatius Parish.
My great grandma sold the house in the Great Depression. Don't cry, she had others. My great grandfather was a dreamer who knew the future belonged to Hollywood motion pictures and the aircraft industry, but he bet everything he had on the wrong players and then he died.
I've no inherited wealth, and just a little white privilege, and I won't be happy if my parent's don't spend it all on things that make them happy.
If I don't inherit a big flaming pile of shit with debt collectors calling me so I can mock them, I will not be happy.
Was it a Russian bomb, or a Chinese bomb?
Or maybe it was no bomb at all. Maybe they were pumping nuclear waste into the deep earth like your friendly neighborhood Oklahoma frackers.
The last thing Russia, China, and South Korea want is a destabilized North Korea. Millions of starving and severely disoriented refugees flooding across the border is a bad day in international relations. You can't shoot them.
Years ago I was joking here that maybe someone should give North Korea a bomb just to shut them up, make them wear the big boy pants.
Now I'm a little worried someone else with an actual bomb agreed.
Possibly we are witnessing great brilliance in foreign policy. If a big boy hydrogen bomb destroyed all of North Korea's bomb testing tunnels and a larger portion of their testing technology, then maybe it was worth it.
The theory of evolution goes both ways.
Most parasites evolved from more complex species. They gradually lose the ability to produce for themselves what they are taking from their hosts.
Case in point: Dodder
wikipedia
Dodder has lost the ability to photosynthesize it's own food. It sucks its food out of others.
The similarity to Trump and his uber-wealthy supporters is pretty clear, don't you think?
As workers become more productive, the uber-wealthy take all the profits and then some, hording the money in ways that do not improve the lives of those who actually created the wealth.
Some of the dogs I've wept for the most were dumb ass worthless creatures in every way.
But they've left me with many fine stories to tell and a much broader and generous appreciation of this world than I might not otherwise have enjoyed.
When my own grandma had fallen entirely over the cliffs at the borders of sanity, declared by the courts a danger to herself and others, no assisted living place would keep her, and many of her words were either pure madness or vile observations about her neighbors, friends, and family better left unspoken, she could still tell a good story and laugh about the crazy dogs and horses she'd known.
Dogs and horses are sentient beings, as are humans.
My favorite childhood dog used to jump into the cars of strangers, undiscovered until they got home. That's why her collar had a tag with our phone number and address on it. Hey, I found your stupid ass dog in my truck... This worthless dog, really, she was good for nothing and not even especially affectionate of humans as most dogs are, once ran away on a camping trip, and we stayed an extra night at that campground waiting for her to return, and she did about five o'clock the next day, so we stayed another night in that campground and missed Yellowstone. I was looking forward to Yellowstone.
But hey, hey, don't be mean, 'cuz no matter where you go, there you are. And everything is awesome.
My kids were Cub and Boy Scouts.
It was always a very uneasy truce between the Mormon and Catholic Scouts.
Then Proposition Hate happened, and the right intolerant wing of both religious parties decided they were allies.
Totally radicalized my kids, nephews, and nieces. They had wonderful queer adult family in their lives. They refused that shit.
My youngest would pluck Prop H8 signs off people's lawns and bang on their doors to tell them their signs were offensive. Those sad people would close the door on him and he'd take their signs, throwing them in back of my little pickup truck. I did recycle the wire and plastic of the signs landing in my truck, and confess it was near hundred. (I'd taken a few signs myself, including a big 4X8 plywood sign, but not so in-your-face aggressively. Maybe I was as bad, but not anywhere so courageous.)
Worst I did was write a harsh letter to the Bishop. He wrote a mushy letter back claiming he was trying to "control" the dialogue.
Better than my mom who once got into a scratching slapping girl fight with a Bishop... scars of my own childhood... My biggest fear on my own Big Catholic Wedding night was that my mom or her mom would go Berserker. They did not. Worst that happened was my sister-in-law, before the wedding, asked if she could play the church organ and she played Queen as my gay brother in law and mom were decorating the church with flowers. The sister in charge asked "That's pretty, what is it?"
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