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In a way, I'm glad my wife ChickMagic isn't here to see our national dumpster fire. Is that bad?

Hello, everyone:

Frankly, I'm surprised I haven't touched a drink during this whole national debacle. Donald Trump is now above the law and out of his fucking mind. Mitch McConnell has thrown due process under the bus in the name of collusion. All Nancy Pelosi can do is rip up the SOTU speech while Richard Burr makes babytalk at his own damn fidget spinner. Meanwhile, the Iowa Democratic Party decides to make caucusing fun for the whole family with one word: app. And yet, that jar of moonshine sites in the back of my refrigerator, untouched. Maybe I should hit the absinthe instead?

I'm no longer a Democratic precinct chair. Ten years is a nice long run, but I need to take care of myself for a while.

I found a girl. A California girl. And despite my own quirks, she loves me with all her heart. I'm leaving Dallas after 23 years to move in with her in nearby Plano. Yes, it is possible to move a queen-size bed on top of a RAV4, but it's definitely not a one-man job. I'm getting old. But she makes me feel a little younger.

I think ChickMagic would approve of her. She wanted me to find "some sweet young thing" in case anything happened to her, but this woman is a bit older than ChickMagic. I love older women. They're sexy. I regret nothing.

If anyone so much as breathes "individual mandate" during the 2020 campaign, I'll TP your house.

God bless Darlene Ewing (1953-2018), former Dallas County Democratic Party chair. We could use her wisdom right now.

So, how are you?

Dignity, Honor, Strength.

For a while, I've been mulling over what I have perceived as the inability of the Democratic Party to clearly enunciate what its core virtues are. We talk about diversity a lot, but diversity is not so much a virtue as it is a reflection of the way things are. By merely living and interacting with each other regardless of color, gender, ethnicity, or sexual orientation, we are diverse. But that's not a virtue that we can effectively campaign on.

Returning veterans from World War II claimed to be big on virtues, and they tried to instill those virtues in American society when they came home. Only problem is, those were military virtues - the kind that required high school boys to get short haircuts, the kind that defined unquestioning obedience as the highest form of patriotism, the kind that promoted a certain comfortable xenophobia in a prolonged cold war with the Communist world. All of it filtered through the rose-colored lenses of the typical white male on either side of the Mason-Dixon line. The goal was Sparta with central air conditioning, cheap fuel, mass communication through television, and the replacement of the infamous communal mess hall with the malt shop, complete with a jukebox that played Glenn Miller and Frank Sinatra. And, for many, a permanent underclass of menial labor.

The problem was that, to a large degree, those values managed to stick. Civil rights and social transformation faced huge blowback from reactionary forces within American culture, no matter what the benefits were. Even for something as scientifically and ecologically necessary as removing tetra-ethyl lead from gasoline, the fight was prolonged and often dirty.

Thing is, Democrats managed to hold onto the House of Representatives nonstop for about 40 years, finally ending in 1994. I would like to think they can do it again. But they won't unless they can unite behind a set of core virtues that unite us all. And I think I might have figured a framework out.

The first virtue is dignity.

It all stems from the Declaration of Independence and its assertion of "inalienable rights." I've long asserted that the Democratic Party is the party of labor, and labor doesn't care if you're black or white, male or female, gay or straight. But dignity goes much deeper than the union card or the paycheck. It respects the rights and the sanctity of the individual. The Nazis and Communists would never assert that. But we do.

The right to marry, the right to receive health care, the right to a trial by jury, the right to keep and bear arms, the right to abstain from religious worship, the right to pursue a good education. Because 'Murica. If that gives you discomfort, ask yourself why.

Indeed, the only way you can lose your own dignity is if you try to take dignity away from anyone else. And that leads to the second virtue of honor.

A personal code of honor is one thing, but a nation demonstrates honor in the way that it affirms the dignity of the individual citizen. That means legislators and executives act with diligence and transparency in the way they conduct the people's business, propose and pass laws, and build the nation in such a way that the dignity of the citizen is not violated. For starters, that requires schools whose only purpose is to teach our children and give them the tools necessary to succeed.

And we're going to need wise, educated students as they pass into adulthood because of the third virtue, strength.

Strength is not just measured in guns, tanks, battleships, and bombs. The physical act of pushing "the red button" is just as easy for the coward as it is for the hero. But strength can also be measured in our nation's infrastructure, economy, environment, and the arts and sciences. How vibrant is our national culture? How healthy are our national systems of transit? Is our currency strong enough to provide the citizen a fair wage and opportunity in exchange for a hard day's work? And what about the day when she is too old to work, and must retire? Is our economy prepared just as much for her retirement years as it is for the new hydro dam project or the next rocket launch? Real patriots are not afraid to ask these questions instead of "going with the flow." The freedom to question is also a measure of how strong a nation truly is.

Dignity, honor, strength. These are what I envision as the virtues of the Democratic Party. Values that enable America to beat Sparta at its own game with a robust democracy that the Athenians could only dream of.

With room on the jukebox for B.B. King and Queen Latifah.

Wish I could elaborate more, but my brother graduates from SMU this afternoon. Your thoughts?

One year after Sandy Hook, a search for civility

On the one-year anniversary of the Sandy Hook massacre, I did not attend any vigils or ceremonies to honor those killed, because the ones I knew of were organized by gun-control activists who likely would have considered my presence an unwelcome intrusion. At the same time, however, I did not attend any pro-gun demonstrations or events yesterday as I considered many of these opportunistic, if not insensitive.

My lack of participation in any of the forementioned exercises, naturally, has no impact in what has turned into a cold civil war over firearms in America, with both sides digging in deep and refusing to budge.

I learned a few interesting things on DU over the days, weeks, and months that followed Sandy Hook. For example, I was told that the Second Amendment was only enacted to protect slaveowners, that Nazi Germany was actually a gun-owners paradise where you could buy any firearm you wanted (if you were a white Aryan male), that women who owned semi-automatic firearms actually had tiny penises, and that I was a "freak" with "blood on my hands" if I dared voice objection to anything that the gun-control movement demanded - which meant that I'd have to agree to not only bans on "assault weapons" and high-capacity magazines, but also mandatory insurance for gun owners, "one-gun-a-month" laws, and a Federal permit as a prerequisite for owning a simple squirrel rifle. For starters.

But gun-control activists weren't the only ones to double-down on craziness. We are all too familiar with last month's armed protest in Arlington, Texas over members of Moms Demand Action holding a luncheon at a local restaurant, which many of us interpreted as outright intimidation. An overabundance of "open carry" demonstrations finally convinced Starbucks to change its attitude towards guns in its coffeeshops. And there has been too much support for George Zimmerman and his perversion of Florida's "Castle Doctrine" laws that allowed him to murder Trayvon Martin and get out of jail scot-free, at which point he continued to draw attention to himself with his impulsive and violent temper.

In the national scuffle, the one piece of legislation that might have done some good - an improvement of the Federal background check system, proposed in the bipartisan Toomey/Manchin bill - met an ignominious death on the Senate floor.

For all this talk about the need to have a conversation on gun legislation, nobody is talking to each other. And it's getting worse.

Ginny and I could talk about it, though. She supported most forms of gun control, while I opposed them. But our dinner conversations remained quite civil. Not that we weren't capable of pushing each other's buttons, but our love and respect for each other overcame that. And I was probably responsible for more of the button-pushing, but that was purely by accident. When your wife gives you "the stare," that's a clear warning that your argument is heading off into the weeds.

So we learned how to talk with each other. And we even learned to make each other think about our respective positions. Voila! Conversation achieved.

I'm not afraid to ruffle the feathers of my fellow gun owners with some new ideas now and then. Eric Liu contributed an interesting opinion piece for CNN regarding the concept of "gun responsibility" in support of improved background checks. It's a concept that, if presented correctly, could possibly coax people on both sides of the debate out of their bunkers long enough to talk about background checks and finally get something done on Capitol Hill - after the 2014 elections, of course. But while some fellow Democratic gun owners are leery that this is just another repackaging of the old gun-control paradigm, I see it as possibly illuminating a new way forward.

This isn't about compromise on either side. This is about the need to talk, the search for new ideas. I believe in talking.

We need a new civility in America over the gun issue, and it should begin with each of us.

I'm not a big fan of "open carry" within city limits, and here's why

One of these days, maybe you'll take a trip into the back country or the wilderness, seeking to get away from the city for just a little while. You may find yourself an hour's drive away from anything remotely resembling a town. In some parts of America, if you come across a four-way intersection with a traffic light, a dollar store, and a Dairy Queen, that qualifies as a metropolis by local standards.

I've been in a few areas like that, checking to see if I have enough gas in the tank and any bars on my cellphone before launching myself into yet another hunt for a ghost town or a forgotten cemetery. And sometimes along the road, I'll see the carcasses of these huge feral hogs left to rot in the sun. These poor fellers are built like tanks, and they can sometimes be quite aggressive. If they charge at your car in the middle of nowhere, you're in serious trouble.

Out there, open carry isn't such a bad idea.

My home, however, is in a fairly large city where the downtown area is intersected by two interstate highways. We have a decent network of paved roads, ample hospitals and medical clinics, plenty of restaurants and coffee shops, and even a few bookstores that aren't choked with romance novels and religious writings. My city also boasts a large and reasonably competent police force as well as a sheriff's department.

And I look at some of these people who have been engaged in open-carry exercises in order to prove the point that you can openly carry a gun without society going all to pieces, and while I understand where they are coming from, it seems that the stubbornness and gratuity of their demonstrations has quickly become counterproductive. Here we have a guy toting an AR-15 through a JCPenney, and some other guy lugging an AK-47 into his local Staples.

Guys. Come on.


While I'm all in favor of a workable and competent CHL system, I tend to like the idea of people coming together to build and sustain a society that doesn't require all of us to be strapped 24/7. If you are far removed from city limits and testing your own endurance out in the boonies, then by all means, sling that AR-15 around your neck and do what you gotta do. But here in the city, I look forward to the simple pleasures of taking a walk in the park if that's what I'm in the mood for, then retiring to a good Tex-Mex restaurant for some chips and queso followed perhaps by some good enchiladas (how's the mole here, dear server?) and, ideally, a night on the town with good friends with whom I can discuss politics, play a few card games, or just enjoy each other's company.

About a week ago, however, as I was stopped at a gas station before heading home for the night, I found myself watching a heated argument between two guys, and it looked like it was going to come to blows at any second. So I stepped between them and broke it up - with nothing more than a flashlight. Nobody got hurt, no weapons were drawn, and everybody went on their merry way. Could one or both of the antagonists have been packing? Perhaps. But that was a chance little unarmed me was willing to take.

I like the whole "Renaissance man" concept of ordinary Americans broadening their horizons in the sciences and the fine arts. As my wife's great-great-great-great-granduncle Ben Franklin once opined, "There are three Things extremely hard, Steel, a Diamond, and to know one's self."

But if you really want to master your own self, you'll know there's a time when you just need to put down that gun.

Michelle Obama, they're called "rights" for a reason

As President Obama is urging Congress to pass legislation to curb gun violence in the wake of the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary school last year, Mrs. Obama said it's important to remember the children who have been lost to gun violence -- such as Hadiya Pendleton, the 15 year old who was shot and killed in Chicago after participating in inaugural festivities last month.

"She was standing out in a park with her friends in a neighborhood blocks away from where my kids...grew up, where our house is. She had just taken a chemistry test. And she was caught in the line of fire because some kids had some automatic weapons they didn't need," she said. "I just don't want to keep disappointing our kids in this country. I want them to know that we put them first. That, you know, our rights and our privileges take a back seat when it comes to the safety of our children in this country."


Mrs. Obama, I love you. Everyone on DU loves you. But I'm sorry - it's time we had a little talk.

It should go without saying that no child should have to worry about being gunned down by gangsters or criminals of any stripe. A child needs to feel some measure of safety in the neighborhood where she lives and plays with her friends. That's a no-brainer. We were all kids once.

But when someone hints that freedom of speech, the right to keep and bear arms, and the right to a trial by jury can be endangered by calls to "keep our children safe," a phrase from the late, great George Carlin comes to mind - child worship.

Now, I realize that Carlin and I hold widely divergent opinions on gun control, no argument there. But one reason we all want safe neighborhoods for our kids to grow up in is because children won't stay children forever. They grow up and become adults. And when that child's corpus callosum finally matures and that person is entrusted by society to vote, to serve on a jury, to own a firearm, and to enjoy more alcohol than the occasional sip of wine at Mass, we want to have some reassurance that this person is ready to take on the responsibilities of an adult.

Part of the reason people like me harp on our Constitutional rights so much is because the Constitution treats us like adults. It was drafted by some folks who were already figuring this "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" shit out. It's been tweaked at times, sometimes unwisely so (re: 18th Amendment). But it still retains the potential to be tweaked, as long as the rights that are guaranteed by the Constitution are preserved. Rights, Mrs. Obama. The sort of thing that adults require in order to make our form of society work. If it weren't for our rights, the government could encase us all in bubble-wrap, forbid us from using scissors with pointy ends, outlaw the consumption of alcohol (and soda, and coffee, and...), and treat us all as though we had just stepped into third grade. And the government could justify it all "for our safety." And the safety of our children, no doubt, provided some of us find a way to strip off enough bubble-wrap to reproduce.

We want kids to laugh, love, and thrive. More importantly, we want them to grow up into adults with some measure of character and responsibility. That way, maybe they can help solve a few of the lingering problems that we jackasses cannot. As adults. Preferably, as Democrats. But most definitely with rights.

Okay, off my soapbox for now...

Last One Out

I'm not doing all that good today. Here I am, stuck at the office because I just had to make a few extra bucks in overtime in order to offset my bills and allow myself a creature comfort or two, and everyone else has left for the holidays, fighting traffic, queueing at the airport, rushing as they try to get home for the holidays. And me, I no longer feel the need to rush. What's the point? My home was with Ginny, my beautiful bride, my dearest, sweetest friend.

Dammit, I thought I was done crying. The past year and a half has been so rough on me, between losing Ginny as well as my job. I learned what it was like to have the power turned off in the dead of winter last year, not to mention face eviction. Unemployment sucks, but underemployment isn't much better.

But I guess I shouldn't be too sad. At least I still have my Banjo, and I have my own family to spend Christmas with, along with my newly-minted nephew, James. He is just so adorable, and he's starting to sit up on his own, which is terrific. And I've had DUers reach out to me when things looked their bleakest, especially one in particular, whom I cannot thank enough. And there will be food and laughter and a couple of presents under the tree and time with my family and loved ones.

Meanwhile, somewhere down in Houston, there is a meth addict. He has a friend who has a place where he can crash for the night, but that might be all he has of any value. His addiction and his refusal to stay in rehab have taken a toll on his own family. The final straw came when he tried to talk - or possibly intimidate - his grandmother into giving him money so he could go buy some more meth. Now he's been cut off, no longer welcome at home unless he is willing to accept help for his addiction for real. This addict is one of my relatives, someone I've known since he was a little boy. I can only sit here and hope that he's safe and warm and maybe even eating a half-decent meal this Christmas weekend.

Then there's the young woman I barely know who's the daughter of an old friend of mine. "Jane" has fallen head over heels for a young man whom she's known since grade school, someone who helped keep the bullies in check to make Jane's school days a little more bearable. But now this boy has grown up into a drunkard and a thief, and Jane's inflexible love for this young man is tearing her family apart. He just got out of the psych ward a couple of weeks ago because of all the trouble he's been in, and he celebrated his freedom by drinking for three days straight and causing a scene until the cops hauled him off to jail again. Jane doesn't care. She's vowed to stay by his side for Christmas, even if that means they're homeless, cold, hungry, and on the street. She deserves so much better than this.

I wish I had a little more Christmas spirit in me, a little more of the spark I used to have with Ginny at my side. Maybe tomorrow it'll start when I pay a visit to Ginny's mom and sister; it'll be so nice to see them again. But sitting in this office chair, that reunion seems so far away. Still, it could be worse. And for too many people, including those I care about, it already is.

I am the last one out this holiday season, and maybe I should thank God for that.
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