Early Sunday I walked outside to dump the compost and ran smack dab into
one of those perfect December mornings—the world awash in new yellow light, deep
blue sky through leafless branches. My anxious mind was reassured: It’s still
here. I can still touch it.
I
poured myself a cup of coffee and settled down with my e-paper, only to read
that America’s nuttiest nutbar, Wayne LaPierre, is still on the loose. Talk
about transcendencekill.
Not to blame the
messenger, but it was the AJC’s Alan
Judd who took the opportunity—two years after the Newtown shootings—to analyze
the NRA’s confusing attitude toward the mentally ill. It appears that while NRA
frontman LaPierre blames mental illness, rather than the ubiquity of firearms,
for mass killings like the one in Newtown, his organization recognizes that
crazy people constitute a key segment of the gun market. Really. In the two
years since Sandy Hook, LaPierre has been ranting about maniacs running loose and
pushing for a nationwide database of the
mentally ill, while the NRA has been lobbying state legislatures, like
Georgia’s, to expand the gun industry’s customer base by making sure that the
mentally ill can get guns too.
Once you hack your way
through the jungle of irony, you see that it makes perfectly callous sense.
LaPierre gets to pretend that he cares and his organization gets to push
product.
Now, back to the irony.
LaPierre’s constant message is the danger that lurks, the “maniacs,” the
“lunatics,” “the unknown number of genuine monsters” walking our streets. He
means to scare the hell out of us and apparently does a fine job of it—even
without having to add that all these crazies looking to light up a schoolroom
or shopping mall are in fact armed to the teeth, thanks to the NRA. About the
only thing a sensible person can do is buy a gun, or two.
More
irony? I am scared. I’m scared of
Wayne LaPierre. Not just because
he’s crazy, but because he’s so good at it. On Meet the Press, just nine days after the Sandy Hook shootings,
LaPierre came across as a college professor at the end of a long day, exhausted
from having to repeat the same obvious truths to dull-witted students.
Interviewer David Gregory played his role well, insisting on wandering down the
same irrelevant pig path: So guns don’t
figure into your thinking at all? David, David, let me tell you what the
American people want. . . .
I found the Meet
the Press clip, but my quick browse through the digisphere failed to turn
up anything juicy about LaPierre. He was born in New York and grew up in
Roanoke, Virginia. His father was an accountant; the family was Roman Catholic.
He’s been a career lobbyist for and officer of various conservative
organizations, and in 1991 he became CEO and Executive Vice President of the
NRA.
What
had I hoped to find? How about an advanced degree in necromancy—or psychology
at least. Because, friends, this guy has pulled a mighty mindfuck on America.
He has turned the standard misreading of the Second Amendment into sacred text:
Shoot anything that stands between you
and all the guns you want. And he’s apparently convinced an inordinate
number of people that a reversion to barbarism (good guys with guns v. bad guys
with guns) is the rational way forward.
It’s
crazy. It’s scary. And, for reasons easily divined, our elected representatives eat it up
like a hot fudge sundae. Judd reminds us that after those 26 deaths at Sandy Hook Elementary,
gun-control advocates and at least a brave handful of public officials,
including President Obama, figured it was time to push back. Gently. Just the
easy stuff—some restrictions on assault rifles maybe, or background checks on
gun buyers? No and no. The NRA wagged its finger, and not a single gun-control
measure was taken up by Congress.
Which
makes me rethink the whole deal. Yes, the gun fetish is crazy. The violence
that shapes our culture is crazy. But the dapper guy in the gray suit and
wire-rimmed glasses, the guy with the million-dollar salary and more power than
a whole capitol city full of politicians? Hey, Wayne LaPierre is living the
dream.
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