Bedwetting liberal travel writer won't go to Arizona any more

Say it ain't so!

Arthur Frommer, some travel writer that I admittedly have never heard of before, now says that he won't go to Arizona any longer because that state allows people to (Gasp!) carry guns in public and he fears that he might get killed.

Yeah, ok. Whatever. Apparently he's not noticed the massive disparity in violent crime rates between Arizona and other places where law-abiding citizens can carry guns and places like New York City--his own chosen city of residence--where law-abiding citizens are disarmed by law and the criminal class has a monopoly on the use of force. Of course anyone who reads his column will figure out that his proposed boycott has more to do with his slavish devotion to Barack Obama than anything else, but still...

So he boycotts Arizona. I'm sure that the people of Arizona are all heartbroken that he won't be visiting them any time soon. That's gotta be like finding out that Pee Wee Herman and Richard Simmons can't make your Super Bowl party.

Fuck Aurthur Frommer. and same goes for his travel business. Personally I would have a hard time trusting the recommendations of some old guy who really thinks that I and my family (and dog) would actually be safer in Central Park after dark than on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.

Of dogs and Uzis

So since it's Saturday, Lagniappe and I spent the morning watching westerns on TV. This time, we watched Warlock, a 1959 movie starring Henry Fonda, Anthony Quinn, and one of my favorites, Richard Widmark.(It also stars DeForrest Kelly of later Star Trek fame, and Frank Gorshin had a small, uncredited part as well.) The story was about a reformed outlaw turned deputy and a Marshal and his sidekick who cleaned up a rough frontier town.

I asked Lagniappe if he could clean up a whole town like they did, and he replied that he certainly could, and all by himself, too. He said that he wouldn't even need any help. I asked him how he'd take on all of those armed cowboys all by himself and he ran off and reappeared a minute later.

"With this," he replied.

Great. The dog's got an Uzi.

But then I pointed out that he couldn't possibly do it all by himself even with that.

Of course he wanted to know why. So then I had to point out that he has no thumbs and cannot possibly reload the magazines.

Poor dog.

He went to put it back in the safe.

"But my having it at least means that Arthur Frommer won't be stopping by, right?"

Smart dog got himself a pig ear for that one. (How do you say no to a dog with an Uzi, anyway?) And all was right at Lagniappe's Lair again.