I support #2A, especially for single women living or travelling alone.
An open carry policy for any metropolitan area is a conspiracy to murder.
I hope my birth state of Missouri realizes the suffering inflicted upon urban communities with its gun laws.
It's already too late.
When I say it's too late, I'm talking about people I know who have been physically wounded or psychologically traumatized by gun violence.
Shot in the act of the most banal human behavior. Such as walking home from the grocery store, or walking in their neighborhood after dark.
Often in MO, rural legislators direct gun laws that are implemented by cities.
They have the distance and the privilege to shield themselves from the consequences of their actions.
Some MO politicians, certainly not all, struggle with the concept that black lives are valid.
Therefore it's difficult not to believe, even on a benign, microbial level, that the muscular ignorance embedded in our state gun laws isn't a part of a greater scheme.
I don't invest in the idea in any serious way, it's just a fantasy one uses to explain an unfolding atrocity.
All I ask is for one rural politico to spend the night on the streets of KCMO or St. Louis, unarmed and without a chaperone.
I want him to tell me how he feels, providing for his own defense as a civilian.
Mentally calculating that every perp is armed. That's my humble request.
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Noticed Kathy Acker on @philosopher54 feed and it reminded me of "Variety" (1983). Surprised it's on YT.
The premise is a woman finds employment as a cashier at an adult cinema.
At night she follows the footsteps of a mysterious patron, a mafia don busy corrupting unions.
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@philosopher54 The protagonist, Christine, is a cutout in a sea of caricatures pulled right from a Yefimov illustration.
The film meant more to me as a failed punk in my early 20s.
What I still love is how she trails her patron from empty streets to fish markets, and no one notices her.
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Christine insinuates herself into the periphery of the don's life. She develops a profile worthy of her lover's exposé. No card in hatband, but he represents The Press.
He's too absorbed with his skill for computer printouts. Christine's investigation slips into obsession.
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