Monday meanderings.


Is it just me, or does anyone else smell something fishy in the sudden rash of mass murders involving firearms? I'm not one to latch on to conspiracy theories, but as someone once told me: "two is a coincidence, three is a pattern."

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Speaking of recent shootings, it seems the police in the Binghampton incident
waited more than an hour to make entry, despite the emerging protocol of immediate engagement upon arrival. Their Chief is now busy making excuses for the delay; one is reminded of the "Blues Brothers Gambit": "I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

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The gun prohibitionists, realizing the the Mexican Argument for U.S. gun control isn't gaining any traction, have jumped on the chance to use the blood of the innocent to further their ambitions.
Their latest planted story is that of the former newspaper editor who "almost went postal" once upon a time. Naturally, he blames the wide availability of guns (and specifically his "hunting rifle") for contributing to his supposed mental instability. (See if you can spot the egregious gun terminology error in his story...)

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