The King doctrine
“I’m sick and tired of hearing things from uptight, short-sighted narrow-minded hypocritics! All I want is the truth! Just gimme some truth! I’ve had enough of reading things from neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians! All I want is the Truth! Just gimme some truth!”—John Lennon, from his song “Gimme Some Truth” on the Imagine album, a blast from the past that still carries some heft here in 2018.
And when it comes to dealing with the neurotic psychotic double-talking villains who currently dominate the historically unpopular CongressDome, author Stephen King makes a spot-on call. “Hey, kids,” tweeted Steve, “the House and Senate aren’t going to do anything about guns. Neither is the president, a morally vacant boob who will say anything. We have to do it ourselves. Get as many NRA sweethearts as possible out in November. We can do this.”
Yes, we can. Full agreement, Mr. King. Which reminds me that this is a fine time to review the ratings of a couple of our own D.C. types. Dean Heller’s grade with the NRA is, of course, an “A.” He’s always been an “A.” And to lock and load that grade in stone, remember that in 2013, Deano voted against a bill that would have banned high-capacity ammo clips. Because, you know, having to re-load during a massacre is such a hassle! That action speaks louder than any thoughts and prayers Heller may spit out. As for Rep. Mark Amodei, no surprise to see that he, too, has corralled a precious “A” from the NRA.
Yes, Reno students are indeed planning to participate in the March For Our Lives, Saturday the 24th in the downtown City Plaza at 11:30. All those who would like to not get shredded to pieces by a creep with an AR-15 are invited to participate.
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Would you like to more clearly understand the recent tax cuts that were made law in December? Here’s a nice, easily grasped metaphor, supplied by economist Paul Krugman of the New York Times. Let’s say you go out to dinner with a wealthy acquaintance. “I’ll take care of everything,” he says, and orders you a hamburger. Then, he orders for himself an expensive steak and a bottle of wine, which he doesn’t share. When the waiter comes with the check, he points at you and says, “Charge it to his credit card.”
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So isn’t it time for an antidote to the fucking NRA? Like maybe the N.G.C.A. (National Gun Control Association)? I’m down. Here’s my $50. I bet we could double the membership of the NRA pretty damn fast. Quadruple? Octuple?
