In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Just Shoot Me Now...Not Really 

My Alternet.org piece "A Hysterical Librarian" is getting some play on the net. Lots of places linking to it. This is very cool. I was startled, however, to find Triggerfinger.org had linked to it. This is a pro-gun site. If they only knew. Pro-gun people believe they have an affinity with librarians because we are fighting for civil liberties. They believe they are also fighting for civil liberties when they are defending the second amendment. I picked Mario up from work because it was pissing down pouring down rain. He told me I was on this pro-gun site and laughed all the way home. All the way into the house, he laughed. I should have made him walk home.

I said, "I have nothing in common with a bunch of gun nuts. I won't defend their right to own an assault weapon!"

"Not all gun nuts are pro-assault weapons," Mario reminded me.

"What do gun nuts want then?" I asked. My voice was probably fairly irritated.

"Well, remember so-and-so. He was pro-gun, but he didn't like assault weapons. He just wanted to hunt."

"Ah, nobody is trying to take away anyone's rifle!"

"Slippery slope. Just like librarians worry about the slippery slope, so do gun nuts. You take away their assault weapons you'll be coming after their hunting rifles next."

"Well, we can slip down that slope all we want. I don't have anything in common with gun nuts."

In case you haven't figured it out, Mario is still laughing.

Time for dinner. We've made quinoa with peas, cole slaw, carrot/celery juice and some dead things. Yes, two beings were harmed in the making of this dinner, but none of them were killed from gunfire. (Wild salmon and the rest of an organic roasted chicken we had on Sunday. Yes, I'm eating dead things. I'm worshipping at their dead feet or fins before I eat them, but I'm eating them.) We made an apple pie, too. That's for later, gators.
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 2/18/2004 06:47:00 PM
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