Gun control does not violate our rights

As I watch the trial of Kyle Rittenhouse unfold in Kenosha, Wisc., I am pulled back toward an argument I have sought to make.

Which is that there must be a legislative remedy to the violence that erupted when Rittenhouse allegedly shot two people to death while packing an AR-15 assault weapon.

Rittenhouse faces a potential life sentence if a jury convicts him of the crime for which he has been charged. The young man sat in the witness chair today and told the court how the rifle he purchased “looked cool.” He had no intention of using to hunt animals or to protect his home. It “looked cool.”

That’s it.

Rittenhouse was packing the rifle while strolling down a Kenosha street during a protest against the Black Lives Matter protesters who marched to object to the shooting of an African-American by white police officers.

I cannot get past the notion that there must be some sort of legislation to be written that does not infringe on our Second Amendment guarantee that allows us to “keep and bear arms.” I am all for the amendment’s provision. I also believe there must be a way to craft some sort of control mechanism that does not prohibit law-abiding, rational American citizens from owning firearms.

I just do not see the Second Amendment as an “all or nothing” guarantee.

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He was my favorite veteran

My favorite veteran would have turned 100 this past May. He never saw his 60th birthday … and I remember him with great fondness.

That is him in the picture. He is the sailor standing at the door, guarding it with a British Royal Marine. I should tell you that the room on the other side of the door contained the Allied naval commander in the Mediterranean and British Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

My favorite veteran, of course, is my dad Pete Kanelis.

Dad imbued in me a love of country. He was a true-blue patriot. It was his country, right or wrong. He went to war for the nation that welcomed his parents to its shores at the turn of the 20th century. My grandparents came to America not knowing a word of English; they spoke Greek in the home. Dad didn’t learn English until he went to school in Pittsburgh, Pa.; he told me his first day ended when he ran home crying because he couldn’t understand what anyone was saying.

He learned the language.

On Dec. 7, 1941, Dad was sitting at home in Portland, Ore., listening on the radio to reports of what happened that morning in Hawaii. He was a 20-year-old college student. Dad left the house, took a bus downtown and went to the armed forces recruiting station intending to enlist in the Marine Corps; the USMC office was closed. He walked across the hall to join the Navy … on the very day we were attacked by Japanese forces.

My favorite veteran reported for duty several weeks later as the nation mobilized to fight the tyrants in Europe and Asia. He went to Navy boot camp for three weeks and then shipped out to England.

Dad saw combat in the Mediterranean Theater of Operations. He swam for his life after an Italian dive bomber sank his ship in the Med. Dad participated in the invasions of Sicily and Italy, landing at Salerno in 1943.

His Navy career ended in the Philippines, where he was staging for an invasion of Japan. President Truman then decided to drop The Bomb on Hiroshima and then Nagasaki. The war ended. Dad came home. He married my mother. He welcome me into the world in late 1949; the first of my two sisters came along in March 1951, while the youngest of us arrived in April 1957.

He didn’t volunteer much about what he did during The War. However, he would talk about it when someone asked.

He was part of what they call The Greatest Generation. He answered the call to duty, he did his duty, then he came home and got on with the rest of his life. If only it hadn’t ended so early.

He is my favorite veteran and I honor his service to the nation he loved beyond measure … while honoring as well all of those who wore the nation’s uniform.

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Cruz makes ass of himself … again

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Ted Cruz doesn’t have many pieces of legislation with his name on it. He does, though, have a remarkable ability to make an ass of himself.

Such as his most recent foray into the dumbass/dipsh** blind alley.

The Texas Republican U.S. senator decided that Big Bird is a commie and that he shouldn’t be touting the mandates requiring vaccines to battle the COVID-19 virus.

Earth to the Cruz Missile: Big Bird is a fictitious character, part of the PBS family of critters that entertains youngsters all across the nation.

Of course, this is the guy who decided to jet off to Cancun while Texans were freezing to death this past February; yeah, he came back home when the fecal matter hit the fan. The damage was done.

Now this clown has taken on Big Bird? Is this guy serious?

Don’t answer that. I know that he isn’t. He is a horse’s backside.

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Thank a veteran; they appreciate the love

In recent years I have been more vocal in thanking veterans I recognize when I see them.

You can spot a vet when he or she is wearing a “gimme cap” that declares their status as a veteran. I especially do so when I see someone wearing a World War II or Korean War veteran cap. Why? The answer is obvious: they are getting quite old.

I don’t see many WWII vets these days, given their dwindling numbers. The last vet from that era I saw, I thanked him “for saving the world from tyranny.” He responded with something that suggested he had little to do with the fight. I offered my thanks once again and told him, “You deserve all the thanks that should come your way.” He smiled, shook my hand and didn’t say another word.

Sixteen million Americans suited up to fight tyranny and oppression during World War II. Last I heard there are about 500,000 (or fewer) of them alive today. The Korean War broke out five years after the end of World War II, so those vets are quite long in the tooth as well.

Veterans Day is approaching. I intend to go out of my way to thank every single vet I see that day and will dedicate myself to thanking them until they plant me into the ground.

As for Vietnam War veterans, my standard greeting to them is a simple “Welcome home,” which those of us who served in that conflict have come to appreciate. We didn’t get that kind of welcome when we came home from Southeast Asia.

So there you go. If you see a veteran, extend a word of thanks. I know for a fact they appreciate hearing it. Don’t stop doing so when Veterans Day comes to an end.

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Eve of destruction? Hardly!

I see these social media posts and I shake my noggin.

“Joe Biden is destroying the country,” they say. Oh really? How in the world can anyone presume that we’re being “destroyed” when we have endured what we went through for the past four years prior to Biden become president?

While we’re at it, how did the country survive the turmoil of the 1960s, with the Vietnam War raging and protesters lighting fires in our cities? Or when we suffered through political assassination, starting with the murder of a president, then with the gunning down of a preacher and civil-rights champion and then the brother of the president who well could have become POTUS on his own?

Or how about during the Second World War, or the Civil War?

Yeah, we’ve been through a lot in this country. We have been on the verge of destruction many times already. We have managed to come out on the other side. Perhaps a bit tattered, battered and bruised.

Joe Biden is “destroying the country” because he wants to invest in some social programs? Please … spare me the hyperbole.

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An insurrection? Yes, it was!

One man’s insurrection is another’s “peaceful protest.”

I guess it has come down to a matter of perspective. I happen to believe that 1/6 produced an insurrection against the federal government, while others seem to suggest that there was no such intent on the rioters who stormed Capitol Hill at the urging of the former Insurrectionist in Chief.

There is no more good to be had, it seems, in trying to persuade the insurrection deniers of what the whole world, the entire planet, witnessed that day. For the record, I just want to restate what I saw.

I watched a crowd crash through windows of the Capitol Building. The crowd was carrying signs that called for the hanging of the vice president of the United States. Custodial crews had to clean up human feces off the floor of offices. Rioters were heard on audio recordings reciting their intent to stop the certification of the Electoral College tally that elected President Biden. One of the rioters was shot to death by a Capitol cop. Another police officer died in the melee.

Were the rioters sincerely intent on stopping the vote tally? Or was it all a joke?

I don’t doubt the mob’s sincerity.

Thus, I consider it an insurrection, no matter what the FBI and others might have concluded. It damn sure wasn’t any sort of peaceful protest.

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More subpoenas on tap

The world continues to spin faster and faster and I am trying like the dickens to hold on with both hands.

The House select committee that is examining the 1/6 riot/insurrection/attempted coup has issued six more subpoenas. They are looking at more individuals who worked within the upper echelon of the Donald Trump administration.

Committee Chairman Bennie Thompson, D-Miss., is wasting no time firing these orders out. Now comes the question: Will the former Trumpkins answer the summons to appear before the committee or will they follow the lead set by former Trump senior policy adviser Steve Bannon and be held in contempt of Congress?

If it were me — and thank God in heaven it ain’t — I’d answer the summons. I would sit before the committee, take the oath to tell the truth and then … tell the truth!

If Donald Trump insists that he did nothing wrong when he incited the rioters to storm Capitol Hill, then there’s no reason to demand his cultists stay away. Isn’t that right?

Sure it is!

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Old courthouse becomes new

BONHAM,  Texas — Oh, how I love watching old things become new, as is the case in Fannin County, where crews are finishing up work restoring a 19th-century courthouse into tip-top shape.

Fannin County Judge Randy Moore said the county will move back into the renovated structure by the first week of January. There will be one notable piece of work to be completed, he said: the “main courtroom,” which he said contains a lot of woodwork that will need to fine-tuned and polished up.

“All the other offices are going to be back in there,” he said.

The courthouse has been paid for with a Texas Historical Preservation grant that funded the exterior work. The interior was paid for with county money.

The exterior grounds will not be finished when employees report for work in the newly restored building, which now has a fully functional clock tower on top. Allow me to say without question that the clock tower is an impressive structure that one can see from a good distance as you approach downtown Bonham.

Moore said the landscaping should be done by the spring, and the courthouse will be as good as it was when it opened up all those many decades ago.

The county judge beams with pride when talking about the structure. I figure he likes old things made new as much as I do.

Well done.

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Permanent DST? Sure, why not?

I want to make the case once more for a change in our clock-changing regimen.

We’ve just backed the time off one hour, returning to Standard Time. I am not dedicated to any sort of reform, but if we’re going to do away with the twice-yearly time change, I want to argue on behalf of permanent Daylight Saving Time.

Why that instead of permanent Standard Time? I guess it’s because I dislike the sun setting at 5:30 p.m. Man, it got dark quickly tonight on this first day of Standard Time.

Yes, the sun rises a bit earlier in the morning … at least for a while. Earth’s rotation will take care of that eventually as we get near the first day of winter around the third week of December. After that the days start lengthening.

I want to stipulate that I have no particular problem with the time change. Springing forward in the spring at the start of DST doesn’t bother me; nor does fall back in the autumn to Standard Time. I know, though, that some legislators here in Texas want to do away with the time change. We were supposed to be able to vote on it in 2019 but the Legislature never got the bill ready in time to submit it. The choices would have been to (a) keep the time change, (b) settle on permanent Standard Time or (c) settle on permanent Daylight Saving Time. I would have voted to keep the time change.

If we are forced to scrap the status quo, then I would argue for permanent DST.

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First election was a heartbreaker

Forty-nine years ago on this very day I cast my first vote for president.

Within minutes of the networks opening their election-night broadcasts, my heart broke into a million little pieces.

Sen. George McGovern ran for president in 1972 against Richard Nixon, the incumbent who sought re-election amid the Vietnam War (which was drawing to a close, even as protesters marched on our streets) and a burgeoning scandal, Watergate, that eventually would bring Nixon’s presidency to a premature close.

I was a young college student. I had just returned from that war, confused and as uncertain about our mission in Vietnam as I was when I landed in-country in March 1969.

I was newly married, too. The first of our sons would be born in just a few weeks, but I had gotten totally involved in politics. I worked to register college students to vote in that election at the college I attended in East Multnomah County, Ore. I was looking for budding Democrats to help defeat President Nixon.

I was a flaming lefty back then. I have moderated my views since then, but at the age of 23 I thought I knew all there was to know.

Well, Nov. 7 dawned that day and I actually had a thought in my noggin that we might be able to pull off a miracle, that Sen. McGovern somehow would prevail in his fight against President Nixon.

What in the world was I thinking? The polls wouldn’t close until 8 p.m. in Oregon. Wouldn’t you know it? Sometime shortly after the polls closed on the East Coast the networks called it: Nixon would win re-election.

Boy, did he ever. He finished with a 40-state landslide, a 23-percentage point victory in the balloting; the Electoral College total ended up 520 for the president, 17 for the senator (with one of the electors voting for a third candidate).

I was — to put it plainly — crushed! That would be the final election in which I ever would become an active participant. I had started my journalism career in 1976, so volunteering for voter-registration drives was out of the question.

Hey, but here’s a bit of cheer: Sen. McGovern carried Multnomah County, Ore., by just a little; he would lose Oregon to the president by double digits.

It was a game-changer for me. It whetted my appetite for covering and commenting on politics and politicians throughout my journalism career.

I am happy to report that my eternal optimism perhaps flickered a bit that evening, but it didn’t die.

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