Something happened last night. It got me so fired up I was ready to let fly with both barrels.
So you know it was big.
And that is why I had to step back and think about my choice of words. How ironic that the first thing to come to me was the metaphor of the gun.
I’ve been volunteering now for a couple weeks to help bring about a March on Washington for Gun Control. This is an effort by some D.C. theatre artists to call attention to the need for a more sensible gun policy in this country — one that could have prevented the carnage at Sandy Hook. So when an apparent coordinated effort by opponents of the march shut down our Facebook page for several hours last night, I was outraged.
I guess when you don’t have an argument, you resort to dirty tricks. And no question it is easier to shut down the argument you cannot refute than to actually refute it—and that is another irony, that such vocal proponents of the Second Amendment seem to forget that there is also a First Amendment.
But there I was, firing off emails (oh yes I know) invoking the metaphor of the gun.
Both barrels, loaded for bear. And it occurred to me how trapped we all are within a language and culture so besotted with weaponry.