As for the only remotely plausible solution, Obama dare not speak its name. He made an oblique reference to Australia, never mentioning that its gun-control innovation was confiscation, by means of a mandatory buyback. There’s a reason he didn’t bring up confiscation (apart from the debate about its actual efficacy in reducing gun violence in Australia). In this country, with its traditions, public sentiment and, most importantly, Second Amendment, them’s fightin’ words.
This is a clip from a long but excellently written article in The Atlantic by Ta-Nehisi Coates.
Politicians are suddenly eager to disown failed policies on American prisons, but they have failed to reckon with the history. Reconsidering Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s report on “The Negro Family,” 50 years later.
I guess ours are not the only pols struggling with ways to respectfully discuss immigration.
A bit of advice from my favorite “race realism” site.
From Economist.com – HOW many times can one man die? At least four, in the case of Abubakar Shekau, the slippery leader of Boko Haram. Nigerian security forces celebrated his demise in 2009, 2013 and 2014, only for him to pop up again, disconcertingly animate, on camera. When Chad’s president said in August that his troops had killed Mr Shekau, the jihadist was resurrected once again, this time with a voice recording. “Woe unto liars that had claimed I am dead,” said the voice. “Nobody can kill me.”
This relatively mild-mannered dispatch raised questions of its own. Most of what is known about Africa’s most notorious terrorist derives from his gun-wielding, slave-touting videos. If he were still at large, would he not release a film in his usual more robust style? Most probably, he is indeed alive. Whether he is injured is impossible to say. Experts dispute how old he is, or how religiously scholarly. Perhaps he is not one man at all. The army accused Boko Haram of using body doubles after he was “killed” last year. More
All lives matter. This is a story from long, long ago.
I’ve never shot or shot at any human being. This is the tale of a threatening phone call my mom told me to make in 1969 when I was 13 years old.
I LOVE the police, especially the ones here in Highland Park and Highwood Illinois. I get scared when I see a light top car in my rear view mirror. But when on my front porch with my bride I am reassured to see a marked car cruise by. We always smile and wave.