I have been thinking for some time on this subject, and it occurs to me that it is a matter of semantics.
Not semiautomantics, otherwise I would be limited to using words with 5 letters or less in a sentence. Unless, of course I were to use a sentence that was shorter, less accurate and more easily concealed. Then I could use up to 10 letter words. But once my finger hit the 11th key I would be offering myself up for five years reluctant romantic involvment with a number of quite sub-standard ###ual partners.
The rules were drafted to walk a very, very fine line; to sit on a narrow fence. Possibly a chain-link fence. A wobbly, frost-lifted chain-link fence teetering on collapse. A chain-link fence of the weak mind.
A semi-automatic centrefire rifle will not exert a powerful mental control ray to your mind on the sixth pull of the trigger. The ray that must by the logic of a 5 round magazine limit turn a sane, law-abiding Canadian into the lowest, most murderous sewer beast with a mind only for killing when the phallic, murderous rape-stick that is a firing pins detonates the sixth shot since you reloaded. Nor will the eleventh round from a handgun imbue you with the dark shades of Hitler and Stalin but with less of a 'tache to slow you up with grooming requirements to clean the innocent blood out of.
The rules make no sense, and that is what happens when people are able to make laws without understanding anything about the technical issues involved or the logical consequences of them.
The study of logic was recorded way back when the years ended with BC. Why the hell can people we pay to represent us not use it?? I am going to paraphrase myself: Search, Read, Think… Search, Read, Think… THEN draft new Bills!
You might be saying to yourself: “But Moosie, this sounds like the drunken rantings of a guy who has had a few too many alcoholic girly-pops.”
To that I would reply: “Well invisible imaginary internet audience, that may be true but it does not change the issue at hand. You can sober up in the morning and see the horrible hose-bag you drunkenly and clumsily seduced last night and chew your own arm off to escape. If you are deluded into thinking that the hose-bag has amazing ‘inner-beauty’ despite small children running from the sight of them in the street then you may already be eligible to stand for Parliament.”
We pay their salaries. We elect them to represent us. We pay armed people to guard them, and when I say armed I mean people with GUNS, not just guys standing around looking like a ticket theatre employee collecting tickets.
We need to make THEM accountable to us.
We have responsibilities to them. We need to train them properly, feed them, water them, take them for long walks and scratch them behind the ears and rub their bellies when they don’t piddle on the carpet. They need structure, and without giving it to them and correcting them when they are way outside acceptable behavior; then we have no-one but ourselves to blame when they bite the mailman on the bum.
