I don’t know if my blogfather is being dissed or not, but here’s the situation. I just found out that Kim du Toit called Jeff a “fool” for nominating him to be Secretary of Defense. While du Toit then graciously offered to be head of the ATF (promising that “there’d be some changes” under his regime), he really doesn’t appear to be grateful for the valuable contributions Jeff has made to the Second Amendment. Never has he mentioned Jeff’s Weekly Media Gun Bias compilations (a public service considered an institution elsewhere), nor has he blogrolled Jeff.
This seems odd, if not unfair, especially considering that Kim du Toit has proudly boasted of his status as a “nut”:

I?m doubtless on some ”nut” list with the FBI or Secret Service by now anyway.

Now, I am not asking Mr. du Toit to give my blogfather a link, because that is strictly his business. However, because Jeff is a leading gun nut, I do think it is fair to ask whether the fact that he is a self-described gay gun nut might be the source of the problem. Does this make people uncomfortable? I have no way of knowing, but I have experience — twenty years of experience — on the subject of being a gay gun nut. We get it from the right, from the left, and from the majority of homosexuals. There is nothing you can do which will put you more in the line of fire than to declare you are a gay Second Amendment supporter. It is high treason to all sacred cows of the conventional left (which wants to own homosexuals and disown the Second Amendment) and the conventional right (which wants to disown homos and own the Second Amendment). Thus, homosexual gun owners find themselves politically homeless. And all too often, anathema to both sides. If anyone can explain the logic to me, I would love to hear it. I have been waiting for twenty years.
If you ask me, gun nuts should hang together, lest they hang separately….
Jeff, by the way, links to James R. Rummel’s post about outdoor sculpture, in which he asked if anyone is interested:

You know, those big concrete shapes that are put up by cities to generate interest?
….big and ugly they also add a little charm to the urban landscape….

NOTE AND UPDATE: James links to a cool blog in Esperanto with some good links to pictures of such sculpture, like these horses of different colors.
Well, this all just begs the question of Berkeley’s controversial Guardian Sculpture, a large, surreal archer which stands guard over Berkeley’s waterfront. The City of Berkeley, with its propensity for politically correct, Stalinist art, immediately took a disliking to the piece, which had been donated by the artist and erected by a group of citizens. It was denounced as “a violent image” and “warlike.” The City was therefore going to have it hauled away, but was stopped by the organized outrage of local citizens who put a measure on the ballot to save it. It stands there to this day, a lone voice of defiance against politically correct tyranny. Here’s a close-up shot.
Speaking of four legged avatars, Donald O’Connor’s death reminded me of his brilliant acting in the “Francis the Talking Mule” film series. The chemistry between him and Francis was perfect, and those films remain some of the best American comedies from that surrealist, deliberately goofy, early 1950s period. The mule, of course, has infinitely more sense than any of the humans, and does much to establish the importance, dignity, and (of course) real sanity of those American underdogs often known as “nuts.”
In my favorite film of all time, “Francis Covers the Big Town,” psychiatrist Ernest Goodrich (“one of the top men in the psychiatric field”) is reduced to a nervous breakdown after being cross-examined about his dreams by Francis — a beast Dr. Goodrich confronted in the hope of exorcising the “hallucination” from his young patient’s mind.
“My dreams are my own affairs!”, Dr. Goodrich shrieked. “Get me out of here! Get me out!”
I’ll leave you with something for your dreams: horses who sing doowop. Of course, you have to synchronize their singing by clicking on each horse with your mouse, one at a time, until you achieve a pleasant result. If a horse doesn’t synch properly, click it again to stop it, then keep trying until you get the timing right.
Oh well. Synch or swim!
(I’ve had my fill of trying to lead horses to water….)