Metal detectors at the Texas capitol?

“Grits for Breakfast” takes a look at the DPS plan to put x-rays and metal detectors at the Texas capitol entrances.

One thing many don’t think about is the psychological consequences of such a thing:

After 9/11, the Austin city council turned their offices into their own little fortress, installing metal detectors and ceasing the longstanding practice of allowing constituents to go directly to councilmembers’ offices to talk to staff, the councilmember, etc.. The result was to make them much less accessible, more insular, and ultimately IMO more aloof and full of themselves. The physical infrastructure created to protect these “important people” more than the rest of us had an unintended side effect on officeholders and staff, creating an even more significant psychological distance from constituents than the physical one. The change dramatically altered the culture at city hall, very much for the worse as far as I’m concerned.

Indeed. One must wonder what makes them more important than the rest of us to warrant such measures? If it’s good enough for them, why not you and me? And if we went that route, what sort of world would we live in? And would it really solve anything or just amount to more psychological pain?

Even better: Maybe if legislators are concerned about security they should use some of their campaign funds to send themselves and their staff through the necessary training to get their concealed carry permits.

That’d probably do far more positive. However, I wouldn’t want to force anyone to do such a thing. If a staffer doesn’t want to do it, they shouldn’t be made to.

But for heaven’s sake, state officials shouldn’t let either fear or an overblown sense of self-importance spur security measures that degrade the fundamental culture of the institution. It’s important to protect legislators, but we hold elections every two years precisely to remind each of them that they’re replaceable. It’s not their capitol, it’s ours.

The key word is “self-importance”. If you believe you are that important that you need to work to preserve yourself, then work to enable measures that preserve yourself and enable the citizenry to do the same.

It’s my body

I find it odd how the liberal masses carry on endlessly about how “it’s my body” and how they should have the final say about what’s done to it, what goes in or out of it.  Then in the same breath, these people seem to also believe that more government is the answer, because when they do, sooner or later the gov decides it wants to control your body. Of course, it’s all for your own good… they’re just here to protect you. But what if you don’t want to be saved from yourself?

John Stossel writes about such government “nanny-ism”.

We’ll hear from people like Bruce Tower. Tower has prostate cancer. He wanted to take a drug that showed promise against his cancer, but the Food and Drug Administration would not allow it. One bureaucrat told him the government was protecting him from dangerous side effects. Tower’s outraged response was: “Side effects — who cares? Every treatment I’ve had I’ve suffered from side effects. If I’m terminal, it should be my option to endure any side effects.”

Indeed. I fail to see what they are saving him from. The cancer will kill him, so if this adult of sound mind makes the decision that he wants to try some new drug that could save his life, why shouldn’t he be allowed to? How much more miserable can it make his life? And why isn’t it up to him to make that choice for himself? I already have one mother, I don’t need another.

Dr. Alan Chow invented a retinal implant that helps some blind people see (optobionics.com). Demonstrating that took seven years and cost $50 million dollars of FDA-approved tests. But now the FDA wants still more tests. That third stage will take another three years and cost $100 million. But Chow doesn’t have $100 million. He can’t raise the money from investors because the implant only helps some blind people. Potential investors fear there are too few customers to justify their $100 million risk.

Way to kill innovation.

It gets worse.

The Drug Enforcement Agency’s war on drug dealers has led them to watch pain-management doctors like hawks. Drugs like Vicodin and OxyContin provide wonderful pain relief. But because they are also taken by “recreational” drug users, doctors go to jail for prescribing quantities that the DEA considers “inappropriate.” As a result, pain specialists are scared into underprescribing painkillers. Sick people suffer horrible pain needlessly.

Think I exaggerate? Check out the website of the American Association of Physicians and Surgeons (AAPS) (aapsonline.org). It warns doctors not to go into pain management.

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The DEA told us that good doctors have nothing to worry about. But … the DEA’s cherry-picked medical experts persuade juries that they should jail any doctor who administers higher doses of pain relief than the DEA’s zealots think appropriate. News of those jail terms spreads. Doctors learn to be stingy with paid meds.

But it’s all for our own good, right? Who are these bureaucrats to say what’s appropriate for me? Why isn’t that between myself and my doctor?

All drugs involve risk. In a free country, it should be up to individuals, once we’re adults, to make our own choices about those risks. Patrick Henry didn’t say, “Give me absolute safety, or give me death.” He said “liberty.” That is what America is supposed to be about.

Unfortunately America is no longer that. People seem to want safety over all things, and we’re willing to give up everything in vain hope of achieving it.

An unwanted guest in my home

Wife leaves the house last night to go do something. Just myself and the kids at home.

About 30 minutes after Wife left, I hear a muffled crash.. as if some plastic had hit the floor. Huh? That’s strange. Quick cat check and I know where they all are so it wasn’t them.

I get up to investigate.

Check the backyard in case some of the plastic lawn chairs had been blown over. No, that wasn’t it. Come to think of it, it sounded like it came from the garage.

Uh oh. But if it was a person, why didn’t I hear any noise with the garage door? Hrm.

I go to check.

Slowly open the door expecting the unexpected….

And unexpected it was.

“Hi, Sneeze.”

Big sigh of relief, then big sigh of annoyance… at myself.

Who is Sneeze? You know all those muscovy ducks that hang out at our house? Sneeze (named by the kids) is one of them. He’s like Norm from the TV show “Cheers”. My guess is as soon as Wife pulled the car out of the garage he waddled right in and got trapped. The crash? Muscovy’s are perching ducks and from the bottles on the floor it seems he failed at perching on one of the shelves.

This is ultimately my fault. The ducks have developed a Pavlovian response to the sound of the garage door going up. Many times before we go somewhere the kids will raise the garage door then go put down some seed for the ducks. So garage door sound is now associated with getting fed. The duck could be 5-6 houses down but hears our garage and it’s a quick flight over for food. At the time the ducks would never come into the garage. I don’t know why, but they seemed unsure and afraid of it. Then one day they were all standing at the open door waiting for me, Sneeze saw me with food in hand and slowly he braved into the great urban cave. I rewarded him with food. And now, he’s no longer scared of the garage. It’s just another food plot to him.

*sigh*

I did this to myself. 🙂

Rangemaster March 2010 Newsletter

The Rangemaster March 2010 Newsletter is now posted.

Here’s a sobering bit of data from the newsletter:

Violent Crime in Memphis

The following informa- tion is from the FBI Uni- form Crime Report and the US Census Bureau, for the year 2008 (the latest year with full pub- lished figures). These numbers apply to the City of Memphis, NOT the metropolitan area.

Population: 672,046
Number of Families: 158,455
Murders: 138
Forcible Rapes: 366
Robberies: 4,787
Aggravated Assaults: 7,646
Total Violent Crimes: 12,937

Thus, in that one year there was one felony violent crime for every 52 residents, and one for every 12 families. This is why preparedness is so critical. Be alert, be trained, and be armed.

Hooray for belly flab?

A woman in Florida — an innocent bystander — is shot when entering a bar.

The woman lives. Why? According to the article:

Frazier told The Press of Atlantic City that ‘I could have been dead. They said my love handles saved my life.”

The new body armor: flab. 😉

Frazier also told the newspaper that she had been “hollering” that she wanted to lose weight. She now said “I want to be as big as I can if it’s going to stop a bullet.”

Hrm. If needing to stop a bullet is something you find yourself worrying about on a daily basis and you’re not say a cop, SWAT, military (i.e. where your job requires you to field incoming fire on a daily basis)… then you may just want to rethink the whole of your lifestyle choices. That may be healthier for you in the long run.

Something in my eye

Today has been bittersweet for me.

I took Oldest to the dentist to get braces installed on his teeth. Braces: a rite of passage in modern teenager-life. This milestone has been achieved! Now it will be what? two or so years before they’re removed. I took a picture just before he sat down in the chair. I know when I next see him with clean teeth he’s going to look really different from this picture.

First we had to get a cleaning done. Originally he was to get that done last week but some jackass flew a plane into a building and so the roads were closed and we’d never get through. (Aside: we drove by the building today… that was crazy to see). So we got the cleaning done, then had a couple hour break, then back for the braces. During the break we had lunch then had time to kill. Some weeks ago Wife uncovered a Toys R Us gift card Oldest had received as a gift a couple years ago and still had a fair balance on it. During the break we headed over to a Toys R Us and Oldest bought some LEGO.

While walking through the store I passed the infant section. It brought back memories of infant-times and little inside jokes Wife and I share. And there I was… with Oldest. I don’t feel my age; I feel like a kid in so many ways. I still find it hard to believe I’m a father, that I have 3 kids, and that the first one of those kids came along oh so long ago. It was just yesterday I brought him home from the hospital; cliché to say, I know, but the feeling is genuine. And here I am… with a teenager… my teenager, progressing through one of those teenager milestones by getting braces.

I’m happy to see him grow up. In fact, seeing how he handled himself today? I’m quite proud of him. I can see the man this boy is growing into. But seeing him grow up also makes me sad. Not that I want him to be an infant again, but knowing the day is coming when he’s going to leave the house… and damn, I’m going to miss him something awful.

KR Training February 2010 Newsletter posted

The KR Training February 2010 newsletter is now posted.

Lots of good information, and the real gem is the sheer amount of training being offered in this area in the near future including medical training and unarmed via Leslie Buck.

John Lott on guns in National Parks

John Lott writes on the topic of guns in US National Parks.

Basically, it’s a non-issue.

But I wanted to mention the article because of one choice passage:

“You’re raising the level of risk in the parks, and the chance that people will use the parks less than they have in the past,” Paul Helmke, President of the Brady Campaign gun control group warned during February 2009. As evidence for his claim, Helmke pointed to a New York school teacher who said that she would cancel school trips to national parks if guns were allowed. Helmke and others opponents have largely focused on permitted concealed handguns again being allowed in the parks.

Hysteria supporting hysteria. It’s a shame that logic and reason are victims here.