Granny get your gun



Maybe it’s just me, but I find it a little disturbing to think of Grandma packing a hand gun.  Can you picture your grandmother with a gun?  I’ve asked many of my friends lately, “Do you own a handgun?”  The overwhelming response has been “yes,” followed by impassioned explanations of self-protection and the fear of an upcoming revocation of the sacred constitutional right to do so.  Is it because I live in the south? the bible belt? a red state?  Trust me when I say that I get it.  I understand the need to bear arms.  Please don’t interpret my sly grin and my nodding head as a sign of disapproval.  It’s more like a sign of disbelief.

I’m a grandma myself and I try to imagine the scenario.  It’s Monday and I can’t find my cell phone, I forgot that I left my flat-iron on and I didn’t write down that the pest control guy was coming at 10.   I am getting out of the shower when I hear a noise, it’s a burglar.  I quickly wrap a towel around me, run to the kitchen, grab a step stool, run to the closet where I keep my gun high on the shelf away from the children, find the box of ammo (in the drawer by my bed-away from the gun-to avoid an accident),  find my reading glasses because I can’t see a thing without them,  load the gun, aim it with a steady arm, fire and shoot the guy standing at the front door while holding up the towel with my chin.  Don’t worry about the poor pest control guy, I missed him by a mile.

My husband took me to a shooting range once.  You had to put on earphones because the sound was unbelievably loud.  My first shot was pretty darn good, but when the instructor kept cautioning me to keep my thumb wrapped around the handle, or I might cut it off when the casing shoots out the back, my aim got worse and worse.  I don’t do too well when I’m scared.  So at least (in my made up scenario), I still have my thumb, though I’m quite deaf and the would-be robber got away.

I joke, when I’m sad and I’m saddened by the times.  I wonder what is real and what is perception driven by fear and manipulation.  Admittedly, I don’t know, but it seems like we’re back to those wild west days pictured in old movies.  And, like a scene from another old movie, my stomach tightens slightly when I think of my gentle, kind, loving, girlfriends with guns in their hands.  I feel like the mother in Christmas Story when Ralphie begs for a BB gun and I think,

Go ahead Granny, get your gun.  “But don’t shoot your eye out.”

Or mine.




Occupy Wall Street, have a Tea Party, become a Democrat or a Republican, Vote, Protest, reform Health Care, Tax the very wealthy, introduce Fair Tax, Socialism, Capitalism, Welfare, Jobs, Housing, Bail-outs, Bankruptcy and Debt are the emotion-laden words and phrases that one hears ranted and spun everyday on every social media platform.

The enormous debt that we have incurred seems to be the insurmountable problem.  And it is apparent that we are unlikely to ever pay off the debt that together and/or individually we have accumulated.  Expecting people to pay when they have no means does not seem ethical any more than allowing some people to walk away from responsibilities and insisting that others fulfill theirs. Then there is the question of who falls into which category and what standard of measurement should be used.  Because debt does not magically disappear, Someone has to pay for it.

Is there anyone out there that has a solution to this crisis?


Listen up, it’s only money.

The real crisis is of the human heart and the personal debt incurred from borrowing the good, lovely, pure and holy things in life and trying to pay for them with actions motivated by envy, greed, hate, and lust. Add to that the accumulated interest of the damage inflicted upon others by such actions and the realization of spoiled opportunity and wasted life.

What would be a proper response if someone were to settle this account and pay off all debt?