Showing ID to buy household stuff
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 1:46 pm
Sometimes I feel like the last of my species.
Last night I bought a couple of jugs of windshield washer fluid at the local Wal Mart and almost had to prove 18 year's maturity. Fortunately, my lantern jaw and steely gunfighter's eyes were proof enough of a hard life cheerfully met. That, and my paunch, and the hitch in my get-along, and the snow on the roof my wife says proves a merry fire on the hearth. But I almost had to show ID to prove I was at least 18.
The only drug connection to washer fluid I've found is that it's a popular media for smugglers.
Meth dissolves in washer fluid, so we are reduced in our fight to keep the unwary masses from killing themselves with their excesses to the point soap and water are suspicious. I have to keep an ID card ready to buy mild, overpriced solvent for the purpose of being safer on the road because I might be irresponsible with it.
One of the ID's I could have shown had to do with the cocked-and-locked 1911 under my shirt.
It's unthinkable I would cause unjustified harm to a fellow human being. I was raised in the company of guns and the spirit of American freedom. I can fly by flapping my arms about as easily as I could be a drug trafficker.
As I slung my groceries over my shoulder with the same ease John Wayne carried his saddle, assuming true grit can be fat, four-eyed, and prone to wheezing, the revelations I had long ago about the true nature of armed citizenry came rushing back. There are reasons to keep your firearms close beyond their potential service in self defense.
Carry a gun as a rosary of freedom. Respect what it stands for, because it stands for you at your best and your promise not to tarnish that legacy. Carry because your kids need to see you won't let them down no matter the odds, and to show they must be ready in their time to be the strength in a law-abiding society. Carry because that morning you pledged sacred honor you would be true to moral standards exceeding the lesser expectations of statute.
And carry, at times, to get that last of a species feeling. Natural stubbornness will foster closer faith to the grand idealism behind lawfully borne firearms, and it’s oddly comforting to feel at the brink of extinction.
As long as you're the last of your species, your kind isn't gone. There's still hope.
Last night I bought a couple of jugs of windshield washer fluid at the local Wal Mart and almost had to prove 18 year's maturity. Fortunately, my lantern jaw and steely gunfighter's eyes were proof enough of a hard life cheerfully met. That, and my paunch, and the hitch in my get-along, and the snow on the roof my wife says proves a merry fire on the hearth. But I almost had to show ID to prove I was at least 18.
The only drug connection to washer fluid I've found is that it's a popular media for smugglers.
Meth dissolves in washer fluid, so we are reduced in our fight to keep the unwary masses from killing themselves with their excesses to the point soap and water are suspicious. I have to keep an ID card ready to buy mild, overpriced solvent for the purpose of being safer on the road because I might be irresponsible with it.
One of the ID's I could have shown had to do with the cocked-and-locked 1911 under my shirt.
It's unthinkable I would cause unjustified harm to a fellow human being. I was raised in the company of guns and the spirit of American freedom. I can fly by flapping my arms about as easily as I could be a drug trafficker.
As I slung my groceries over my shoulder with the same ease John Wayne carried his saddle, assuming true grit can be fat, four-eyed, and prone to wheezing, the revelations I had long ago about the true nature of armed citizenry came rushing back. There are reasons to keep your firearms close beyond their potential service in self defense.
Carry a gun as a rosary of freedom. Respect what it stands for, because it stands for you at your best and your promise not to tarnish that legacy. Carry because your kids need to see you won't let them down no matter the odds, and to show they must be ready in their time to be the strength in a law-abiding society. Carry because that morning you pledged sacred honor you would be true to moral standards exceeding the lesser expectations of statute.
And carry, at times, to get that last of a species feeling. Natural stubbornness will foster closer faith to the grand idealism behind lawfully borne firearms, and it’s oddly comforting to feel at the brink of extinction.
As long as you're the last of your species, your kind isn't gone. There's still hope.
