It's Time to Start Hollering
Prepare for a screed. Prepare to be harangued. Prepare to be brow-beaten. I've come to the conclusion that the only way to get on the national radar is to holler. I'm not using the word in a pejorative sense. I'm not condoning screeching or other loud noises. Hollering , when I was growing up, meant speaking with more than the usual amount of intensity. The voice did not need to be raised; it was the emotion powering the words which turned normal, Long Island forcefulness into hollering. It's time for us to start hollering about sensible gun legislation. I'm not getting into a 2nd Amendment argument. I've managed to stop the conversation by reminding my interlocutor that the first few words of that Amendment include well-regulated , which to me, condones some measure of control. I'm not a constitutional scholar; I can't parse the verbiage beyond read the words, for crying out loud . That piece of the argument is fruitless...