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Guns 'n' Scrunchies

     I grew up in gun culture. Yes, it is fun to shoot stuff. Here's the qualifier: Stuff. Not people. Not clinics. Stuff. C'mon it was Lubbock, TX and Antioch, TN. In both places, it was common to see trucks with full rifle racks in the school parking lot. The NRA was the organization that passed out coloring books telling us not to play with Momma n' Deddy's guns. Wow. Things have changed.

     One of my best friends in Lubbock, T., now teaches at our old junior high. She told me 9/11 was when she started seeing changes and then everything went completely bananas in 2008.

     She said it was around that time that an NRA guy came out to do the usual hunting safety presentation and started talking about "hah parred ordnintz n' th' secon' 'mendment."

     The thing is, the gym teacher who hosted this every year, who was also our civics teacher back in the day, asked him to cite it. He couldn't. So Mister Dubya called on one of the kids to tell him what the Second Amendment protected. T., who was there with the girls' gym class said she had to stifle a laugh when the NRA guy said the whole thing was a "vahlashun o' his Furs 'menment rahts." A kid raised his hand, Mister Dubya pointed to him and said, "Yep." The kid rattled off what was protected by the First Amendment. Mister Dubya then ended the session with the sentiment that "No idiot is gonna go out and shoot deer with an assault rifle." He'd teach the safety class.

     T., who has four older brothers who were Aggie Cadets and a reputation for having the foulest mouth in our class said she forgot herself and muttered, "Holy shit." when it all coasted to an end.

     "Ahm'll tell mah Deddy!" One adenoidal child flipped her ponytail and glared at T. Mister Dubya raised an eyebrow as he looked at the errant young'un.

     "You just do that," said T. "And tell him I said what you just saw was leadership in action."

     Speaking as someone who loves to aim things at other things, not every gun nut loves the idea of military-grade stuff being so easily obtained by nutters.
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