“…while you still know everything.” That joke is older than I am. (Sorry, folks, this isn’t a writing post.)
So apparently there’s this “walk out” going on in American high schools that is supposed to be a big show of support for “gun control”, by which they mean (they always mean) further restrictions on the rights of law abiding gun owners.
We’re supposed to care about this why exactly?
“The children are our future!” The future is the future. For now they’re kids. They’re wet-behind-the-ears kids with no life experience to put events in perspective and see what effects their proposed policies will actually have.
“We survived that attack, that makes us the experts.” Oh, please. I had a broken collarbone once. That doesn’t make me an orthopedic surgeon. Being at the scene where a tragedy happened does not make you an expert on anything, not even on what happened at the event. Look, ask ten eyewitnesses to something to describe what they saw and get ten different replies. The only time you get get complete agreement is when the witnesses get together and agree on a story–which may or may not bear any resemblance to what actually happened. There’s a reason why investigators generally prefer to interview witnesses separately and ideally keep them separate until they do interview them and get a record of their account. It doesn’t even have to be dishonesty (although it can be). People talking will “remember” additional details on hearing other people talk, even things they could not possibly have seen or heard, and this goes back and forth until all the folk “remember” the same story. Whether things happened that way or not remains, however, an open question.
And yet, the same people who are telling us that these teens, these children are too immature to be trusted to drink alcohol responsibly, too immature to be allowed to own firearms (one of the things they’re demanding) are somehow mature enough to be given any credence on national firearm policy?
That’s not a rational position.
But it’s not about reason. The whole thing is nothing more than a big appeal to emotion–not the teens, but the ones behind the scene driving them on (You expect me to believe that a bunch of teens scattered across the nation just spontaneously organized and scheduled this? Please.)–an attempt to stampede action that they could not pass in the cold light of day.
History has seen this kind of stampede into action before.
It has never turned out well.