The Poor Man's Swimming Pool

         
           It's been warm here in Los Angeles, with temperatures in the hundreds. I soaked a t-shirt in water and put it on to beat the heat. It worked like a charm. Photos of the event are pending. 

Gun Talk

         

            I don't own a gun for obvious reasons, they're dangerous, and with my luck I'm liable to shoot myself in the foot, so I stay away. I'd prefer to own a machete anyways. I can use a machete in the garden, or to crack open a coconut or something. 

            If I owned a gun it would always be in the back of my mind. And I don't want a gun in the back of my mind. I'd rather think about other things more peaceful. The ocean breeze, a tree lined forest, a field of flowers, or a beautiful lady. 

           And I don't hunt. I've never enjoyed it. I tried shooting at a jackrabbit once. I missed. I understand some people like it, but even hunters have a season and quotas on how much they can kill. 

            Truth be told, I think people are being hoodwinked by the gun industry to believe they need guns for protection. On one hand, they're telling folks to be safe, and on the other hand they're selling guns to just about anybody who wants one. They're selling to thieves, gang-bangers, stockbrokers, extremists, drug dealers, drunkards, the deeply religious, cops, grandmothers, the mentally unfit, athletes, anybody.
            I think it's true that we're not safe, but for the opposite reason the gun industry has told us. We're unsafe because there are far too many fools with guns. We're being had. They got us coming and going. If it's protection you need, buy a machete. Or better yet, a Delta Force Combat Spike.