The Errant Lid: tales from the Solicitor's kitchen

. . .  Posted by a friend from down in sunny F L A . . . .

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Me: 
Don’t like white slavery? Don’t buy one
Don’t like deforestation? Don’t cut down trees
Don’t like Pedophilia? Don’t touch little children
Don’t like racial profiling? Don’t be black around a cop
Don’t like censorship? Don’t write/speak/act your thoughts

 
. . . the logic behind this meme is compelling . . . but flawed, (and squeezing the “gun” line in at the end was enough to trip the switches of suspicion . . . )
Althea Tansy   I saw this before, Jeff.  I think it just means…to sum it up, that people should mind their own business and if you don’t like it don’t do it. I like it better when things said are short and to the point.

Me   On the issue of gun proliferation, I will exercise my right to maintain the logical, respectful case for sensible changes in gun policy which express the rights of those of us who demand to live in a safer , more civilized community . . free from the sight and threat of these offensive weapons. Short and to the point is the goal, no doubt. But it must stand the test. This meme is sinister in its simplistic disguise. Short And To The Point  is not a license to disregard scrutiny.

A T   True enough about guns. But it was not about guns. It was about people’s perspectives and judgments and forcing their views and beliefs on others. Unfortunately, the last line was stupid. I don’t like guns at all. It was an invention that’s purpose was to injure or kill. No matter how you spin that is it’s use.

Me    I watched the lid pop off the pepper shaker when she meant to add a pinch . . . the soup sat in its pot, simmering as her one hand set the empty shaker down, the other spooning frantically below the bubbles for the errant lid; lost among the sausage, potatoes, bacon and kale somewhere on the gurgling bottom of the broth;
then slipped away before she caught me spy the crime . .

And from my chair around the table where the soup was subsequently served, i merely grinned when our host, the wonderful Ms. Kitchen, announced with thinly veiled trepidation, most preemptively, that one must remember, above all things, that the “zuppa” was, before all affiliate and relevant considerations, “Not about the Pepper.”
(. . . “hint: “But it was not about the guns.”)

AT   So funny!