Have A Cookie, Huckleberry
Honest to god, somebody’s either got to turn a fire hose on Lindsey Graham, or get him a Thorazine the size of a hubcap. Of all the hypothetical scenarios flying like bats under the Capitol dome yesterday, and there were quite a few of them, Graham decided to go for the gold with an old reliable — Roving Battalions Of Heavily Armed Brown People beyond the social pale.
Well, I’m afraid that world does exist. I think it existed in New Orleans, to some exist in Long Island, it could exist tomorrow if there’s a cyber attack against the country and the power grid goes down and the dams are released and chemical plants are discharges. […] What I’m saying is if my family was in the cross-hairs of gangs that were roaming around New Orleans or any other location, that the turn effect of an AR-15 to protect my family is better than a double-barrel shotgun but the Vice President and I have a disagreement on that.
While I admit (as a man confident in my masculinity) that the vision of Huckleberry Closetcase, barechested with crossed ammo belts and wearing one of those Rambo head-bands while blazing away from behind the honeysuckle on his veranda is a compelling one, and one that resonates historically with why the Second Amendment was so clumsily written in the first place, it’s sad that we have come to this again. The roving gangs of armed black people story is one of the enduring myths of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, even given all we’ve learned about how the actual roving gangs who wandered New Orleans, shooting up innocent people, generally wore badges. That Graham would cite it now, eight years later, and so casually, is one more indication that he’s having a full-blown anxiety attack. And, no, you don’t need the Enigma Machine to decode what he’s up to this time around.