Remember when these morons and many more like them entered the Michigan state house last May, carrying guns in an attempt to intimidate legislators into lifting lockdown restrictions?
They look so proud of themselves. Don’t they?
Just imagine how fragile your ego and infantile your logic must be to think this is a good idea.
If you need to carry a gun and play dress up while everyone around you is entirely unarmed, you can’t be that tough. In fact, you’re probably a coward. Someone incapable of engaging with the democratic system to enact change.
The truth of the situation was this:
It doesn’t make you tough or brave or strong to legally carry a gun into a statehouse. It makes you a stupid little boy with a dangerous toy.
But the public servants who continued to work in the midst of these morons…
They were the tough ones. The brave ones. They were the heroes.
The Governor of Michigan, Gretchen Whitmer, who continued to serve her constituents after it was revealed that a different group of dangerous boys with dangerous toys had planned to kidnap her…
She was a hero.
What always fascinates me in situations like this is what happens after this moment. These little boys carry their guns into the building, choose a wall to stand against, puff out their chests, affix a mean stare on their faces, and make reasonable, righteous public servants feel uncomfortable and threatened.
But then what?
At some point, this cowardly protest must end. But how?
Does Idiot #3 turn to Idiot #4 and say, “What do you think? Time to go?”
Or does Idiot #5 get hungry and tell his fellow idiots that they should maybe wrap this up and get some burgers?
Does Idiot #1 need to pee, giving the other idiots a reason to leave?
Or does Idiot #2 need to get home because his babysitter needs to get to her tai chi lesson?
At some point these guys need to leave. Slink back to their home, where they put their big gun in its big gun place, and then what?
Watch a home improvement show on TLC? Maybe catch a rerun of Friends? Go back to their job selling paper at Staples? Boil some lentils for soup?
Does it feel strange to them that a couple days ago, they dressed up in needless, pointless camouflage, brought guns into a statehouse, and posed like they were appearing in some low budget apocalypse movie, but now they’re replacing the brake pads on a 2016 Toyota Corolla or driving their kid to school or scheduling a colonoscopy?
I hope so.
I think it felt pretty awful for the public servants in that statehouse to go about their business while men like this intruded on their work, dressed for hunting season in a building devoid of deer and carrying deadly weapons needlessly because they lacked the intellect, articulation, commitment, and decency to do things the right way.
The hard way.
They way the vast majority of Americans want things done.
