Here’s My Diatribe About Target’s Gun Policy: Okay.

Some of you, including my mother, probably figured that I’d be all bent out of shape by Target Corporation’s new policy on guns in their stores. You would be wrong.

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It’s simple: it’s their playground and if they don’t want guns in the store they get to say that to the world. I think it’s a dumb policy, poorly phrased to address the issue they were confronting, and it will certainly keep a lot of people off the lot and usher them to Walmart.

For those of you who don’t know the background on this, I’ll provide a taste of the conundrum Target faced, as well as my reasons for not getting all wrapped around my axle on this issue.

First, I’m a Life Member of the NRA – I’m actually some kind of grand-poobah member, I paid the extra couple-of-hundred bucks to secure my genuine commemorative knife and beat back the foes of the Second Amendment. I say that seriously: if you like the First Amendment, you have to support the Second Amendment. I have also had a concealed carry permit for a number of years (off-and-on) in a state where people poop their depends when you say “gun.” I never talk about when I carry, but it is a fact of my life. So, over the 30+ years I’ve carried a firearm, would you like to guess how many times I’ve even pulled the thing and pointed it at someone?

Yeah, in your dreams. Let’s just say that it is a rare occasion and fully warranted under the law (and well past the statute of limitations on the issue…) My point is that I am a highly-trained, licensed person who has no joy in the prospect of taking a life. But I still think that non-felons, and the folks who are legally able to carry, have a certain moral obligation to be prepared to do so. Mainly because police officers are really heavy to carry around. The average cop, even the skinny ones, tilts the scales at well over 150 pounds with body armor, radios, weapons, and all that stuff. Don’t even think about throwing in a canine partner. I’d never get past my garage with that load. But a 9mm pistol is under 5 pounds. Way under. With ammunition. Lots of ammunition. I can carry that all day and never be tired.

And more than once I’ve been truly thankful that I’ve done just that, and gotten out of the scrape with nobody hurt. But it did stop, on two occasions, acts of extreme violence that were about to take place. You never hear about those on the news. Kind of like jobs saved. Invisible. Prove it, etc. But it’s the simple truth: that loaded handgun saved lives.

So, are my papers in order? Do I have a right to discuss this topic? Yup. Now, on to what Target was facing.

In some parts of the country there is a movement to openly carry weapons. In those states it is legal, without a permit, to carry a firearm in public. It’s one way to keep people thinking about the Second Amendment – exercise the right in public. Most of the time the organizers call the local police and say, “Hey, we’re having a rally next Saturday in the parking lot down at Harry’s Hamburger Haven. We wanted to let you know that all of our members will be legally carrying a gun, some of them rifles, some shotguns, all of them loaded. We don’t want any trouble, so we’re letting you know what’s up as a courtesy.” Most law enforcement departments do well with that sort of thing. They like the heads up. And the rally goes off peacefully and everyone wins.

Then, (and here’s where I will attract much fecal matter from the haters) there’s another group with the same goal as the group above, but lacking the common courtesy. They feel that nobody needs to be notified, nobody needs to answer questions, nobody needs to be involved except them because it’s their legal right. So they get a group, sometimes as small as two or three people, and they grab their shotgun and their rifle, and they head off to Target, Starbucks, McDonalds, etc., and walk around with the weapons openly displayed. Well within their legal rights, but pushing an issue that scares people. Speaking as a guy with a gun myself, if I saw three dudes walk into the same store as me, and they all were carrying rifles on their shoulders, I’d be dialing 911 and looking for a good place to shoot back from before they got going on their murderous rampage.

Perception is a big part of any publicity stunt. I, for example, am legally able to put on a thong, and then create garments with clear plastic wrap that cover my body. No naughty bits showing, covering on all surfaces, perfectly legal. But I’d be a complete jackass to do it, and it would gross out most people that eat. Ever. For a really long time. So I don’t do it in consideration of their feelings. Same thing with hauling a pump shotgun into the coffee shop: it’s legal but it’s not good imagery.

Target was getting this on a semi-regular basis in a few places. Another group, an astro-turf bunch of ninnies that think nobody should have a gun anywhere or anytime, counter protested them – basically to bait the guys with rifles into being aggressive and stupid and looking bad on camera. Target looked at the money, and only the money. Customers don’t generally try to push past guys with guns. They go elsewhere. So Target asked all of us not to bring our guns into the store. Okay. I simply won’t be in to shop. Lots of other places to go for what I need.

Target, just like Starbucks before them, suffered at the hands of the corporate image makers and lawyers. What they should have said, instead of asking all of us not to bring guns into the stores (and you’ll never know how many people carry concealed all the time) was, “We honor the Second Amendment, but respectfully request that our customers not openly carry weapons in the store as it disturbs some of our patrons and we want the experience in Target to be good for everyone. Concealed carry permit weapons are perfectly legal and we have no issue with legal carry.

But you know what would have been even better? If they guys with the rifles and the shotguns had been thinking about common courtesy before they became committed to being famous. The first group I mentioned got their point across peacefully. But the second group that aggressively pushed the issue in small numbers, scared citizens. I get it. It would scare me. It has in the past. (that’s a great story, by the way, buy me a coffee and I’ll tell you about the Uzi I grabbed away – well, back to the point.)

Folks, all of us have to get along better than this. Be polite and respectful of others. Take their sensitivities into account (but don’t cave in) when making your plans. Most of all, don’t make me get the thong out.

I won’t be shopping at Target. They did ask nicely. But I haven’t seen that sign up at Walmart. I buy a lot of stuff there this time of year. Works out well. I’m not going to tell you what to do, that’s your choice. Ain’t Murica great?

Well, gotta go clean my rifle. I have some shopping to do. Not. Later folks, be safe out there.

Today Is Painfully Random Nice Act Day.

Over the past three years we’ve talked about doing nice things for strangers on this blog. I say “we” not in the royal sense, but because many of you have privately, or in the comments, let me know that you do random acts of kindness as well. So, today is that day.

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My motivation is simple: I want you to feel as good today as I did a couple of times this past week. The acts themselves are not relevant. Nor, for the most part, are they significant in the big scheme of things. Basic acts that confirm the human dignity of others. I also had my moments of not nice acts dealing with others – but when you block my driveway at 2220 after checking my neighbor’s garage to see if it’s unlocked, you’re pretty lucky to walk away. No gift card for you! (I’m pretty sure the Saint Paul Police didn’t give them a gift card, either, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to the officers before they roared off.)

So, the challenge is out there: do something nice for a stranger today. Better yet, do something nice for someone you know but aren’t comfortable around. Not the guy known as “Chester the molester” on your block, but the older woman who isn’t very nice when you see her on the sidewalk. The coworker who annoys you beyond the ability of blood-pressure medication to heal is another good candidate. The member of your softball team who drinks the last beer every week. All of these people might just benefit from your doing something nice.

Not good with that concept, eh? How about putting a gift card for McDonalds into a greeting card and giving it to a homeless person? Or, paying for the car behind you at the Arby’s? Better yet, if you have the means to do so, how about picking a random person at the checkout for the grocery store and paying for their groceries?

All of these things will be fun. All of them will brighten another’s day. All of them are what Jesus would do if he were in the 21st Century. You can be his hands and feet.

Get cracking – the day’s not getting any younger.

701 Posts And It’s A Movie Review Of “Jersey Boys” – Not A Political Rant.

But, if you really want, I can get a rant in late this week or early next week. Yes, this is the 701st posting to the blog since I started with the promise to post at least once a week. I grew to like it after reluctantly taking up the gauntlet. I love coming here and writing about whatever tickles my fancy. Today is no exception.

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This is one of my semi-notorious reviews. I don’t follow the usual formats, I look for different things in a movie than the professional critics, and I play from the heart. I also happen to have been a fan of Frankie Valli since I was a little kid. I saw him (and the Four Seasons/1977 incarnation) in concert many years ago. I was blown away by the concert. It still ranks as the best one I’ve ever attended. Once again my dating life suffered because the music was so much more important than the girl. Yeah, I’m known to be stupid like that on occasion.

When the musical Jersey Boys was making the rounds I managed to be working/otherwise engaged every time it was within range. I hated that fact, and jumped for joy when I heard about the movie. Tuesday I sat in a largely empty theater and saw the movie. My lovely wife could not attend with me. That turned out to be a good thing.

Yes, the chair-dancing, foot-tapping, and singing along quietly would have bugged her. I felt justified way up in the back where nobody would be bothered. It was one of those movies. I knew all the words, I knew a part of the story (not as much as I thought, it turns out) and I grinned like an idiot for most of the movie. If you’d like a taste before we go on, here’s the trailer.

Yes, I loved it for all the wrong reasons. I’m just a bit young to have been an original fan – caught the fever on the second wave of fame for the group. I know the music and love singing along. The falsetto that Frankie has used all these years amazes me. It’s got Christopher Walken, for pity’s sake – how could it not be great?

Now, let’s talk negative. It drags in a few spots. Nothing a bit of editing couldn’t have fixed, but as has been noted in other reviews it hovers between a jukebox movie and a biopic. Seems to be hard to tell sometimes which direction would do best. But as a writer I get the whole painful process of telling enough story to get the facts in, and entertaining an audience that doesn’t care about facts. It’s a fine line, and the movie hitches up on that in a few places. Trimming the whole thing about 10 minutes would fix the issues I had with the movie. Of course, Clint Eastwood can still kick my butt, so I’m respectfully noting this, not harping on the point. But at some point you have to decide whether you want to tell the back story or just tell a story.

The production values are very high in the movie, it’s a great picture to watch. The details all seem correct to me and while it doesn’t sugar coat the characters and their problems, it does give them a relatively easy treatment. I again hearken to the “tell a story” or “tell the story” dilemma – nasty sides to these people would put you off the movie. The only off-putting part of the film is the frequent dropping of profanity into the story. As an old sailor I didn’t mind. But if you have tender ears or little ones, this isn’t a great movie for you to spend your nickel to see. Avoid the acid indigestion. If, however, you can tolerate some swearing, it’s appropriate to the tale and fits in naturally. Just warning anyone who gets their undies-in-a-bundle over such things.

So, it’s pretty, the music is good, the story is engaging, and it drags a bit in a few spots with some f-bombs. How many stars? That’s not an easy guess. If you’re a Frankie Valli fan, it’s 4 stars out of 5. If you’re not a fan, it probably gets a 2.9 or 3 because the story won’t catch you right away. Wait for 20 minutes to get out of the set up and back story and it will grab you by the throat. I waited. And, finally, I’d suggest you wait through the credits. You might get to see a dance number for the ages.

It’s a great popcorn flick for $5 in a matinee. It’s a great flick if you’re a fan of the band. It’s an adequate flick if you’re going at night and paying full price and not a fan. See: clear as mud.

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That Promises To Be Fun. Church Fun Fest Update!11!!1!1

I try really hard not to turn this blog into a cheer-leading center for my church, Shiloh Missionary Baptist Church. Today I am going to fail and just talk about the place I worship and why it grabs me by the heart.

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First, for all of you who are not complete internet jerks (like me) the !11!!1 thing is to show such irrational exuberance that you can’t even hold down the shift key while hammering out your stupidity. That would be me. I do that because I am more than a bit pleased to report two things:

I have lived long enough to enjoy a rap performance in honor of God by gifted amateurs.

My church’s fun-fest is going to be so un-lame that I really hope you come. I’ll describe it in a minute.

First, the young people of my church get to run things on the fifth Sunday of any month. Sometimes that means we go a while without them taking the helm. Sometimes it means that the older people are a bit nervous about what will happen. Other times, like this past Sunday, it meant that the whole place showed up in casual attire, the Holy Spirit rocked the audience, and 5 people came forward to be baptized.

It also meant that the young people’s choir (up to age 35 if I’m not mistaken) assembled and blew the doors off the church. I belong to one of those churches you see in the movies. Heck, in the last 6 months they even got robes. (Previously they all just dressed nicely. Robes weren’t really missed, the voices were so amazing.) We have an adult choir, a women’s choir, a men’s choir, a children’s choir, a worship team, and a young people’s choir. On occasion the pastor or assistant pastor will get up and sing the sermon. Music is huge at my church. I love it.

Back to Sunday. One of the young people got out in front of the choir and started to rap. I’m an old white guy: I’m not a great judge of the form and style involved. I’m not a fan of modern rap. I wasn’t a fan of early rap at the time (today’s hip hop makes me yearn for Run DMC…) and I’ve been subjected to some excruciating examples of worship rap over the past decade. Some examples were so bad that I considered faking a seizure on one occasion.

This was different: the choir backed her with vocals and a beat. She hit the notes with her words. She had a great voice. The words were uplifting. I enjoyed it and felt a rise of hope in my chest. If this could be so in my church, there was hope outside in the streets. Nothing says that any form of music, either rap or rock, must dwell on the negative. There’s tons of great worship music in modern forms. I’m just not a fan of the rap genre in general. So, except for the occasional Lecrae, Toby Mac, and whomeverelse that kicks one out I like, I’d not heard one done by a large group that I really liked. Thank you, Shiloh Young People’s Choir, for changing my experience. You were magnificent and I’d like to hear more like that in the future. Really good. Amazing. Etc.

Now, on to the fun fest. On July 26, 2014 we’re blocking off the streets around the church (yes, the police are in on the deal) and holding a festival where all are invited. That means the whole city. We’ll be at it for 6 hours, from 10 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon. Aside from the usual bouncy houses, vendors of trinkets, fire truck displays, etc., we have two things that I love more than most rational beings: FOOD TRUCKS AND GOSPEL MUSIC.

While they may not trip your trigger, I have insider information on both items. Yes, the food trucks will run a wide range of products. A final list will be available next week here on the blog. The Gospel music will be done on a stage at the back of the church where you can go and listen or ignore them by staying near the food trucks. The thing is, all of the choirs are rockers. This isn’t your mom’s church choir – unless your mom went to the church in the Blue’s Brothers. (Full disclosure: I have been to more than a few churches where members “fall out” like in this scene. All that was missing was the acrobatics. Me? I’m more like Elwood and his dance style. What can I say except it’s a great way to worship the Lord.)

This is shaping up to be a great day in every way. No price for admission, food trucks, music, basketball tournaments, fire truck displays, kid friendly events, and no pressure. Yup, we’re not out to make money or get you to join our church. It would be nice if you came to our services, but we’re there to introduce ourselves to the rest of the city (and metro area) and just have some fun. We wanted to invite our neighbors to join us at what promises to be a great party.

So, block out the 26th of July and come join us. Did I mention we’re kicking it off with a Zumba class sponsored by Taco Bell? (I wonder what mad genius suggested that…)

Scooby Snacks For Everyone!

It is with great pleasure that I thank you all for boosting the monthly hits on this blog once again. We’ve not only got a lot of new readers, but a lot of really diligent, loyal fans who come back time after time.

I may joke about both of you reading the blog, but we’re consistently over 45,000 visits a month at this point. When I throw out the robots and random fluke big traffic days, that’s still 40,000 people a month who read this blog. Wow. I’m more humbled than you can imagine that you like what I write and come back for more.

I have to admit, it’s not easy during the summer to crank this puppy out. My day job is insane from April until September, and I’m a basket case when I get home. I try to give good content but the number of posts seems to have suffered a bit. I promise to try for three times a week every week. You deserve it based on your loyalty.

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God Bless.