Creeping Disarmament

 "Hmmm.  What if we did that to the whole country?  Disabled all guns, but they would still look fine in those glass cases.  And, of course, I am speaking only of handguns.  Old Betsy would still work perfectly fine.  Just as a thought experiment, America without guns, a would that be a better America?  I think so."

I'm sure that we've had this discussion before, but we never get tired of those old classics, do we.  First you only want to disable guns on movie sets.   I don't care because I don't work on a movie set.  Then you want to disable guns in the whole country, but only handguns.  I don't care because I don't own any handguns.  Then you want to disable ARs.  I don't care because I don't own an AR.  Then you want to disable all semi-automatic guns.  Well, I own one semi-automatic .22 rifle, but I haven't used it in decades, so I don't care.  Then you want to disable all repeating firearms.  Okay, I own a few of those, but I don't really need them because I have come to prefer my single shot "Old Betsy", so go ahead if you feel you must.  The problem with that is, when you finally get around to disabling "Old Betsy", she and I will be on our own because we didn't support all the other gun people when you went after their firearms.

The bathtub incident is not one of my proudest moments.  I knew better, but I did it anyway.  Does that qualify it as a sin?  I prefer to think of it as a stupid mistake.  I had just come off a 12-hour midnight shift, so I was tired and cranky, but that's not a reasonable excuse because you're not supposed to handle firearms when your judgement is impaired by chemicals, emotions, or fatigue.  Technically, it wasn't me handling the gun, it was my hypothetical wife, but I was teaching her how to load that rifle, so I must bear full responsibility.  We should have down it outside, but I didn't want to go outside because I had taken off my clothes and was about to step into the shower.  I should have postponed the lesson until I was in my right mind, but I didn't.  My bad, my bad, my grievous bad!