I know some of you may think I'm beating a dead horse here, but this is a subject I feel rather strongly about, and besides, I'm a fool for irony. Last week, the Senate failed to muster enough votes to pass a bill mandating a background check for anyone wishing to purchase a gun in this country. This was a very modest proposal, not just in my view, but in the minds of 90% of all Americans. When you have 90% of us saying you should do something, well, you'd think the Senate would listen, wouldn't you? Of course you would. They're not dummies, those august fellows (and ladies sprinkled among them).
Still, they failed. And when the vote failed, a small group of women watching the proceedings from the gallery, stood up, and in full fury, shouted down: Shame on you! One of those women was a lady named Lori Haas. She had an excellent reason to be enraged. You see, her daughter Emily, was among the 32 people shot during the Virginia Tech rampage six years ago. Emily miraculously survived, though with two bullet wounds in her head. Now, if my son or daughter had been shot under those circumstances I would be shouting shame on you, too. No, that's not true, I'd be shouting a lot of things I can't print on this page.
Lori Haas kept her message brief and within bounds, however. She shouted, shame on you, for which she was arrested by the Capitol police and carted away. All those arrested had to turn over their IDs and wait. What were they waiting for? You know, well, er, um, a background check. Apparently that is standard operating procedure when you commit a heinous crime like, what's that thing called again? Oh yeah, free speech. I remember it. Sorta. Kinda
I bring this up now, because somehow, cynical as I am, I don't believe we're done talking about guns and violence. The parents of those kids in Newtown are not done. The relatives of that movie audience in Aurora, Colorado aren't done. Michael Bloomberg isn't done. Gabby Giffords isn't done. And Lori Haas, no matter how many background checks they run on her for speaking the truth, isn't done. Of this I am (you'll pardon the pun) sure as shootin'.