Gun Training in Canadian Schools?

As a Canadian the customs of the United States sometimes seem to lack perspective. As if everything is slightly skewed in the wrong direction and values are more for money and fame than life and living. Guns are a big deal in Canada, but for most Canadians it is about not having them or using them. Gun control in Canada is fairly welcome while in the US it is still a big issue.

It isn’t that Canadians don’t hunt or protect themselves. However, I have lived in Canada all but a couple of years of my life and have only ever held and then fired a gun once and that was during time spent in the US, not in Canada at all. I have seen the odd gun (outside of TV shows/ movies). I never thought to take a look at any of them. It was only in the US where I was invited to fire a gun and that was not while hunting for anything but during a holiday where guns were fired randomly, for entertainment.
gun training and control
This was posted to Facebook and though it was meant for the US people, it did not specify them solely, so I answered it. Usually I would read it and think of a reply but not post it. I leave the US people to their own thing, especially when it comes to something about guns and other issues which are so different in Canada versus the US. It is better to disagree in silence. Today I left a post, maybe it will give them another angle to think about. Likely not. But, this time I posted anyway.

I went to elementary school in the 1970s. We never had any kind of weapon training or safety training for weapons, not in high school, college or university either. The only time in my life I have ever touched a gun (other than a water pistol) was when I lived in the United States.

Violent Thoughts

I don’t think this place is going to work out. I have a pounding headache and what I’d really like is to have a very powerful, huge and scary looking gun to take upstairs and shoot those elephants living above me with very strong tranquilizer darts. I’d like them all fall down and then remain there soundlessly for several days. Right at this moment I would rather live with wild tigers than that herd of elephants. It’s been three hours of almost steady clomping around up there. Each time they drag around yet more furniture or drop something it drills another hole into my brain and down the back of my skull. I hate them, I really do. Could I just set the wild tigers loose up there. I’m sure it would all become really quiet in about 10 minutes. That would be a good thing.

Keep an Open Mind?


I came to a site called OpenMind from my latest blog space renter, KizzyKim. Open Mind is another politically correct site about being perfect and accepting everything. How nice. Yet, how silly.

Why should we accept everyone and everything? Keep some prejudices, don’t become some kind of blank book where you have no memory of things which happened in the past and no reasons for being careful or judgemental. I don’t like the happy pill swill sites like Open Mind. They expect us to swallow and regurgitate back out some mindless drivel about how everyone is equal and should have full rights and nothing held against them. That is buloney. You can’t go through life wearing blinders. You also shouldn’t go through life expecting everyone has taken the same happy pill each morning.

I don’t agree with some things which are politically correct in society now. I’m not going to change that, it’s based on my experience and how I feel about the world and the people on it. I’m not about to go around burning people or beating them up. But, I’m not going to smile and pretend everything is just fine and okay with me. I have some standards, ideals and opinions of my own.

What about you? If you are truly honest with yourself, do you really agree with all the politically correctness we are told to accept? What do you accept, what do you tolerate and what do you grind your teeth about yet say nothing?

I think the most interesting thing about all of this is that once you give freedoms and acceptance to one group of people (Pagans, gays, gun lovers, little green aliens, etc) you have to take some freedom and acceptance away from another group (think smokers and non-smokers). So, all this open mindedness is really a sham. It doesn’t exist, but it does look really nice on paper, newspapers, magazines, TV shows and movies.

Am I Sick or Not?


I’m sick, just a cold I think. But, is it really sick and twisted that this made me laugh? I’m sure they aren’t pointing a real gun at that kitten. Actually, the cat would probably be really annoyed if it was a water gun, more than a real gun. You know how they feel about water. It’s the best thing you can use in cat training. Any time you want your cat to modify his/ her behaviour just get the garden hose or handy squirt gun. That cat won’t be able to move too fast then. Dance kitty!

It’s a good thing I don’t know anyone seriously into animal rights and all that stuff.

Free Shooting Range to Open at the Canadian Border

Mother Jones: You Are What you Shoot
Think of some of the border guards you’ve encountered. Would you trust them with a gun, a real one.

From CTV.ca news site:

Conservative justice critic Vic Toews announced Wednesday that Canadian border guards will be armed as soon as possible.

“I think they need to be armed,” B.C.’s Solicitor General John Les said, according to CP. “We sometimes have some not very nice people who want to try and get into our country.”

So lets shoot em up! I’m thinking of my Mom here. She brings back plants from her stay in Florida. She’s 62, travels alone, a real dangerous character. I know for a fact that she’s had days when she wasn’t very nice.

Maybe Canada just wants to get rid of their aging population. After all, there are only so many ice flows to go round.

Canada’s border services union threatened to strike in 2005 in an effort to force the government to provide them with guns in order to protect themselves.

Maybe I should buy a gun to protect myself once she gets here.

Where does it end? Should kids in school have guns, fashion accessories, to protect themselves.

Can I get a lasso with that? How about a side of spurs and a few beers, buddy! Maybe a shot in the dark for the road.

The Right Man for the Job

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists, two men and a woman.

For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. “We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances.

Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair … Kill Her!!!”

The first man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife.” The agent said, “Then you’re not the right man for this job.”

The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.” The agent said, “You don’t have what it takes … take your wife and go home.”

Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instructions … kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, and banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet.

The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, “You bastards didn’t tell me the gun was loaded with blanks! I had to beat the son of a bitch to death with the chair!”

Kind of grim humour. If it was a woman being beaten to death with a chair… it wouldn’t have made me laugh at all.