The Smallest Minority

Ouch. Double ouch.

Do you know how hard it is to pick a grad school when you know that every major university in America has people this blitheringly stupid in the largest offices? This 'professor of communication and policy studies at UCLA' is as dumb as a bag of rocks.

Wait a minute... professor of communication and policy studies?

You mean to tell me that they have created a Department of Punditry? That's breathtakingly honest, actually.

Professor Plate was extremely lucky that the perp wasn't worried about being identified. I don't think he'll ever realize this, however.

What is it with these morons? Plate himself was a victim of an armed robber, yet he persists with the canard that we don't need guns for 'conflict resolution'. I suppose there's a consistency of sorts there. If a GFW wants to take all our guns, then says that our giving up half of them would be a 'compromise', then perhaps he thinks that giving up his money for his life is a compromise, not a surrender.

Every time I read such rubbish, I become even more pleased that I finished with formal schooling long ago.

I can only speak for the sciences, but when academics stick to their areas of expertise, they serve an important purpose. The problem comes when they assume that their hard-earned laurels in a particular subject to which they've singularly devoted themselves for twenty years entitle them to make pronouncements on issues they've studied only through the editorial page of the daily newspaper.

"A near-death experience does focus the mind."

And yet, he is more myopic than ever!

What an eeediot!

You know, I would bet cash money that this hoplophobe remembers more about the gun than he does they guy who robbed him, which I'm sure was a great help to the police.

"Can you describe the man who robbed you?"

"Yes, he was shiny, about six inches long, boxy, and he had a frickin laser beam on his head."

I can understand this kind of idiocy from men, in all honesty, and it has nothing to do with my view on male intelligence.

There isn't a woman in her right mind who, upon getting accosted by a man with a gun, wouldn't immediately assume that he wanted more than her wallet. And even worse things come to mind if you have your children in tow. That's a fact of life that we face on a daily basis. I, for one, would like to be able to level the playing field as much as possible.

With all the talk about guns lately after the VA Tech shooting, I've decided to take advantage of the gun-friendly laws here in Florida: I'm going to buy my first gun this weekend.

Anti-Gunners be damned! They've encouraged, not discouraged, me into owning a firearm. For that I say thank you.

" Basically the only thing I saw or can remember was the gun, with the red dot, pointed right at my head."

And it will never, ever occur to the Good Professor Plate that it was perhaps BECAUSE his mugger was armed with a gun that no actual physical harm needed to be inflicted.

In the face of the threat of instant and overwhelming lethal force, he utterly capitulated.

Had his mugger been armed with a pipe, club or brick, the Professor likely would have had his coconut broken wide open as the means to enforce his compliance.

It might have sharpened his thinking on the matter of guns,though.

Regards

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Mr. Baker, have you seen the latest spiel of sheer insanity to from a barking leftist on the issue?

Can we at least call Dan Simpson here a fascist, for his plan to gut the Bill of Rights and build a police force that would put the Gestapo to shame?

This is the longest I remember you being offline, Kevin.

You still alive? :(

Yes. Combination of busy and burnout, though. About a half-dozen times in the last week I started to write something and just didn't.

I'm coming up on my fourth blogiversary. I'll get around to posting something soon.

I think.

Thanks for checking in.