Let’s give it to the National Rifle Association — if anything, it is consistent. Put the guns in the hands of the good guys. I wish I had my crystal ball so I would be able to discern who is good and who isn’t.
As for armed guards at schools, let’s just hope they have bladders made of steel so they will not need to use the facilities during school hours and, of course, cast iron stomachs so they will never get hungry. There may be a psychological effect to see an armed guard at a school, but in reality is a futile gesture.
Just about every day in The Post and Courier and other news media there is a report about people being murdered by individuals owning guns. We don’t see much print about lives saved because of guns used for protection. That’s why we have a police force.
Fewer guns means a safer America for all.
The Dec. 31 editorial “Cleaning up Colonial Lake” could use clarification. The Colonial Common was not “set aside” in 1881 but was an actual grant from the King of England through Gov. Montagu of the province of South Carolina in April 1768 to the inhabitants of Charlestown.
A legal ruling won by the community in 1881 authorized the creation of the current commissioners of the Colonial Common who since then have endeavored to protect and improve an area from Rutledge Avenue westerly to the Ashley River bounded approximately by Beaufain and Broad streets.
The commissioners functioned as overseers of these lands until the sale of a portion of the land by the city, in direct defiance of the will of the commissioners in 1949.
This dispiriting betrayal of the public trust understandably led to the general decline of activity by the commissioners. In the 1970s the City Parks Department took charge of the area, but the commissioners remained in the background until 2009 when appointments made by the mayor re-invigorated and acknowledged its role as stewards of this important resource.
Since then they have worked with the city Parks Department and the Charleston Parks Conservancy, and now the Charleston Waterkeeper too, to restore the neglected Colonial Lake to its rightful place as a leisure destination.
To divert attention from the efforts toward water quality there would be a tragedy and a short-sighted detour. The resources of this city can accommodate seawall restoration of the Battery and in Colonial Lake. The momentum and priority should rest first and foremost with the lake.
The Colonial Common
We’re happy Mark Sanford is back from the Appalachian Trail and back on the campaign trail. We haven’t had a titillating member of Congress since John Jenrette.
When I grew up, people could buy a gun at the local hardware store. No background checks were required. Nobody shot up schools or malls. What changed?
When I grew up mentally ill people were institutionalized to protect the public and themselves. What happened?
When I grew up there was sportsmanship in sports. What happened?
When I grew up Social Security was in a government trust fund. What happened?
I know what happened. The do-gooders thought it was terrible to lock up people because they were dangerous. So let’s turn them loose.
Sports were considered people showing their talents as sportspersons. Thanks to the media, sports are now a business and they have all gone the way of “professional” wrestling.
President Lyndon B. Johnson needed money to fight the Vietnam War so the Social Security Trust Fund was dumped into the general fund and we seniors have been suffering ever since.
My cost-of-living increase for 2013 is $1. One whole dollar.
Of course, it was bigger, but the Medicare portion ate up all but that big dollar. I’ll be sure to not spend it all in one frivolous visit to the grocery store.
Orange Grove Road
We might be violent, politically non-astute and culturally unsophisticated. But we can play football.
Matter of respect
Recently while taking my daily walk on the bike path that runs between Live Oak Memorial Gardens and Ashley River Road, I observed a lone gentleman stop, remove his hat, place it over his heart and stand at attention until a funeral procession passed by.
This act of reverence was routinely practiced in years past, but has somehow been forgotten in this world where everyone is in a hurry and too busy to show respect to the dead.
Perhaps this thoughtful gentleman will be passing by when my time comes.
Harry S. Gray Jr.
Coaching professional football seems to be only one of a few occupations where, if you are fired from one team for a losing season, you get “courted,” wined and dined, then hired by other teams that fired their coaches for non-performance.
What a deal.