Not a Tango, nothing to see here

December 7, 2010

Compromise, only it isn’t

Filed under: Uncategorized — antitango @ 11:30 am

There’s a discussion happening over here. Now, there’s a bit of a problem on their side of the fence.

This broken record of no compromise is disengenous and counter productive to getting anything done in our country. It is not coming from our side. Digging in heels will result in going nowhere which is exactly what you guys want. It’s shameful and harmful.

The problem isn’t ours. It’s theirs. Here’s what I’m seeing. She says that compromise MUST occur if we’re to proceed anywhere. The issue is, we don’t want to proceed. We’re happy right where we are. They want to proceed by encroaching on our turf. We just want to sit back in a lounge chair, drink a lemonade, and shoot tin cans off of the back fence. Leave us alone. I’m not digging in my heals. I’m burying a ship’s anchor in concrete.

For this, I’m linking back to LawDog.

I hear a lot about “compromise” from your camp … except, it’s not compromise.

Let’s say I have this cake. It is a very nice cake, with “GUN RIGHTS” written across the top in lovely floral icing. Along you come and say, “Give me that cake.”

I say, “No, it’s my cake.”

You say, “Let’s compromise. Give me half.” I respond by asking what I get out of this compromise, and you reply that I get to keep half of my cake.

Okay, we compromise. Let us call this compromise The National Firearms Act of 1934.

There I am with my half of the cake, and you walk back up and say, “Give me that cake.”

I say, “No, it’s my cake.”

You say, “Let’s compromise.” What do I get out of this compromise? Why, I get to keep half of what’s left of the cake I already own.

So, we have your compromise — let us call this one the Gun Control Act of 1968 — and I’m left holding what is now just a quarter of my cake.

And I’m sitting in the corner with my quarter piece of cake, and here you come again. You want my cake. Again.

This time you take several bites — we’ll call this compromise the Clinton Executive Orders — and I’m left with about a tenth of what has always been MY DAMN CAKE and you’ve got nine-tenths of it.

Then we compromised with the Lautenberg Act (nibble, nibble), the HUD/Smith and Wesson agreement (nibble, nibble), the Brady Law (NOM NOM NOM), the School Safety and Law Enforcement Improvement Act (sweet tap-dancing Freyja, my finger!)

I’m left holding crumbs of what was once a large and satisfying cake, and you’re standing there with most of MY CAKE, making anime eyes and whining about being “reasonable”, and wondering “why we won’t compromise”.

I’m done with being reasonable, and I’m done with compromise. Nothing about gun control in this country has ever been “reasonable” nor a genuine “compromise”.

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