Today is Veterans Day, the perfect time to reflect upon the brave men who defend our freedom with guns — like James Bond (appearing in this week’s Quantum of Solace, prior to which a certain taxidermist and I, noted yesterday and discussed in more detail tomorrow, plan to watch more than one version of Casino Royale).
As I told a skeptical Obama supporter at an election-night party last week (after he was done grilling the taxidermist about her vote for McCain and her fondness for her fellow hot librarian type, Palin): no right is more fundamental than the right to self-defense, and the fiend who would take away a citizen’s right to bear arms is no better than the thug who holds someone’s arms behind his back while another thug beats the victim’s face.
NRA4ever, in short — troubling as I find the NRA’s capitulation to some existing gun laws. But no organization is perfect.
(I’m sure to some of you this attitude sounds simplistic, but I assure you I am a high-IQ Ivy League-minted philosophy major — oh! and tomorrow I need to swing by the comics shop and buy the one where Superman from Earth-22 fights Superman from Earth-1 — or is it Earth-0? Or New Earth? Anyway, if I had a gun that shot Kryptonite bullets, you can bet your ass I’d never kneel before Zod.)