Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Feinstein and Pleasure


It’s easier to blog about guns and gun topics than maybe anything else.  
 
Well, porn is a likely exception, especially internet porn.  (And no, I don’t have a link. You’ll have to find it yourself.)


For example, the Washington Post reports: 

“Assault weapons are ‘personal pleasure[s]’ that should not take precedence over the good of the nation,” Sen. Dianne Feinstein said.


Personal pleasure?  Isn’t all pleasure personal?  I can enjoy a great steak, but I can’t share the pleasure with someone across the room.  They may enjoy watching me enjoy the meal, but that’s not what I feel eating that steak.



Is she referring to sex?  In that context we’re back in orbit around Planet Porno.  I hope that's not what she's talking about.



No, you can share the occasion, or the activity that gives you pleasure, but your sense of pleasure is strictly personal.



She likes the buzz word 'assault' and now it’s associated with pleasure.  Word associations are supposed to reveal the inner reaches of our soul.  Hmmm…..  Assault and pleasure.  Well, even Freud said sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.



I don’t know the woman, but she never looks like she’s having fun when I see photos of her.  I’m not sure she understands what the word 'assault' means, but I’m damn sure she doesn’t understand 'pleasure.'



Frankly, guns don’t give me pleasure in themselves.  Oh, I admire the lines and polished wood.  I find many of the photographs artistic and thought provoking.  The mechanisms make me marvel at the skill and talent of the designers.   And God knows I like a well-designed gadget.  But, I’ll never curl up in front of a fireplace with a brandy and the memory of the simplicity of an AR trigger group.


What’s gives me pleasure is my sense of accomplishment, being the best I can be, doing the best I can do.  That gives me pleasure.


I’m going to share one of my little pleasures with you.  It may even be a little silly, but I like shooting my AR at 12x12-inch steel plates at 200 yards.  Lining up the shot, feeling the recoil and watching the plate jump and then hearing the clang of the hit gives me pleasure.  And to do it again before the plate settles down, well it’s just too cool.  Even now when I think about that, it makes me smile.


Feinstein thinks this is bad?


She must be nuts!

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