Saturday, July 21, 2012

Should Men Be Allowed?

I know, I know….
That’s a provocative question. Also ironic, for two obvious reasons: I’m a man, my spouse is a man. Hardly the likely person to be asking the question.
Well, I did, right there in my black armchair, as I was cheating at electronic Sudoku. Yes, you can cheat—my version of iPad Sudoku allows you three wrong answers and will still declare you a winner. So, hey, why not? And I give you this tip—added value, as we used to say in Wal-Mart!—to help you along. Your guess should always be for the little box that helps you the LEAST! If putting the 8 in the lower-right hand box would give the next three answers—don’t. Put it in the lower left box—which gets you nothing. Most of the time you’ll be right. If you’re wrong, well, you have two more guesses AND those three other answers.
See?
By cheating, I manage to play expert Sudoku (I say this with pride) and win most of the time.
Today…I lost. 
OK, it doesn’t make me a bad person, as Jeanne used to say. And then I wondered—maybe it does. Not losing, but cheating. Jack wouldn’t have approved.
It was that old rigid morality I wrote about in Iguanas. That fire and brimstone, sulfurous hellfire, miserable sinner stuff. Didn’t believe in it, but he was still shot full of it….
I wondered about it because I was pondering an email Cousin Ruthie sent me—and when she writes, you read! (She correctly diagnosed Santorum—“a lizard!”—and is bang-on about Romney—“a snake in the grass!”) She had read a post about Lexapro 20mg po qd. And then remembered her nursing days. (She held out three years, I managed a decade….)
Well, both of us remember some of the same stuff—the endless notes we had to do to cover our asses, writing out medication charts at 3AM, those funny Latin abbreviations: qd, qid, tid, PO, SQ. She also remembers the guy who tried to grab her boobs every time she walked in the room….
She asks—anyone try that on me?
Errr…no.
And she mentions Clarence Thomas, and how her parents were shocked when she assured them that of course he had come on to Anita Hill, and then told them about her nursing days.
Well, her father and mine were cousins. But they both had that morality thing. And then I remembered the female colleague of Jack’s who approached my mother on the day of Jack's memorial service.
“I want you to know, John Newhouse was the only male reporter that EVERY woman felt comfortable with alone in the news room at night….”
Franny was shocked.
I’m shocked. 
And Clarence Thomas? Well, I believe Anita for one reason.
I don’t believe any woman could invent the story of a pubic hair on a Coke can.
Frankly, the whole thing is drenched with testosterone. And only an androgen-flooded mind could conceive of it.
So that got me thinking about the four guns James Holmes purchased to kill the 12 / injure the 71 in Aurora, Colorado yesterday.*
They were purchased legally, and the vendors correctly performed the necessary background check!
Well, GREAT!
How relieved the families of the 12 / 71 victims must feel! What solace to know that your loved one had been slaughtered / maimed with legal weapons! One imagines them at the graveyard, peering down six feet at the coffin. Mother bursts into sobs, Father holds her, and whispers, “But at least the guns were legal!”
She fishes for the handkerchief, dries her eyes, squares her shoulders, and looks brightly into the future!
And here’s where I asked the question—should men be allowed? 
Nor was it the case that I asked the question because James Holmes is a man. (Although name me, Dear Readers, one massacre committed by a woman….)
Yeah, he’s a guy. He’s also emerging—I write this in case you’ve just come out of 24-hour seclusion—as one of the most dangerous of the schizophrenics.
Bright, tightly wound, wildly violent. 
OK—circle around. Is the US the only place that produces this type of schizophrenic?
Don’t think so.
We may be, however, the one place in the world that reveres guns to such an extent that we allow them on our streets.
That delicate last sentence may be a disservice to the 12 / 71 of Aurora. 
How’s this?
A man’s gun is his dick. And nothing, nothing, NOTHING will take that away from him!
Breathe, Marc….
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*These numbers correspond to the original figures and may have been updated since.