Let me give you a small example of what I mean by the “closet.” I grew up in Corning in western New York and attended East High, which comprised 10th, 11th and 12th grades. My class had 365 students, or should I say attendees? So, 1,000 kids were enrolled in the mid-’60s in East High.
Four-letter words were not used, the norm was two-parent families, we learned to read and write, teachers were respected, pre-marital sex was every boy’s dream and remained as such, and to my knowledge, out of those 1,000 teenagers, only two became pregnant before marriage. Maybe the “closet” wasn’t such a bad thing?
I don’t care who you love or sleep with. I couldn’t care less about the latest celebrity wardrobe malfunction, the morphing of Hannah Montana into Miley in the buff, and Charlie Sheen’s love life gives me the creeps. I’m just sick and tired of hearing about all of this stuff! Let’s put it back where it belongs, in the closet, and not in my face 24/7.
The NY Safe Act is high on my wish list, right next to hemorrhoids and root canal work. Wouldn’t it be nice if all three just went the way of Anthony Weiner? Specifically, I wonder why those protecting Gov. Cuomo can load 15, while those of us protecting our families can load only seven. I guess we’re only half as important.
Also, it seems un-American that we can’t leave a finely tuned, legally purchased AR to our children, and each time we want to purchase a box of .22LR ammo, we have to get the state’s permission.
Next for 2014, I wish for more gridlock in Washington. People complain that we have a “do nothing” Congress, and that no meaningful legislation has been passed. That’s right, and thank God for it!