Friday, June 27, 2008

Made my day


It appears that Chief Justice Antonin Scalia has made my Second Amendment day.

Image by Mitsumune Nakasato from David Mount's Image Gallery




MORE ON THIS:

The New York Times has more, and Guambat is certain there will be many other commentaries, reports, digestions and indigestions to come. Guambat now knows what the punk felt like.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE ...

Guambat was struck by the irony in Scalia's opinion, as reported in that NYT article:
Justice Scalia wrote, “The court’s opinion should not be taken to cast doubt on longstanding prohibitions on the possession of firearms by felons and the mentally ill, or laws forbidding the carrying of firearms in sensitive places such as schools and government buildings, or laws imposing conditions and qualifications on the commercial sale of arms.”
What's ironic? Well, you see, the case arose because some militiaman walked into the US Senate with a gun and was busted, not for carrying the gun into the halls of the US Congress, but under the Washington DC gun control act.

We're going to be seeing a plethora of cases now, trying to determine the Scalia Court's "sensitive places" limitations on the Second Amendment. Is, for instance, a restaurant a "sensitive place"?


A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm

A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

"Don't Take Your Guns To Town"
-- JOHNNY CASH
Lyrics via www.azlyrics.com

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