Their fount of expertise is a mystery to me. The presence of people who have made that choice - those I know are armed and those I don't - makes me feel safer.Ī lot of columnists and commentators, in the aftermath of Newtown, Conn., have claimed that an armed citizen confronted with a similar situation would make it worse. Those who carry a concealed handgun have accepted a huge responsibility not unlike Stimpy's. I'm in favor, which, at the risk of stereotyping, probably classifies me as a minority among people who do what I do for a living. I, personally, am not opposed to the concealed-carry rights of those who exercise those rights safely and competently. This episode, for example, is an animated allegory for why I don't carry a concealed handgun. Many people familiar with Ren & Stimpy mistake it for a mere cartoon. Stimpy, predictably finds the temptation to push the button unbearable. What happens, asks Stimpy, if the button is pushed? Ren's answer: Ma-a-a-a-ybe something good, ma-a-a-ybe something bad, but we'll never know, will we? Because you're not going to push it, ar-r-r-r-e you! There's a critical moment in the acclaimed literary work, Ren & Stimpy, "Space Madness," in which Ren the irritable Chihuahua orders Stimpy the overgrown, not very intelligent cat, to guard a red button that, if pushed, will erase all of history.
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