Strange Bedfellows by Joe Keck

Ever been out walking in the park, taking in the brisk fresh air, just enjoying the fresh and verdant natural beauty all around you?

I guess we all have at one time or another. Great, isn’t it? Then, all of a sudden, an oncoming wild dog comes charging at you, fangs bared, slavering and snarling, growling with snapping jaws.

Why are you afraid when that happens?

Why would you fear a wild dog?

Because it has fangs, claws, teeth that could rip you apart.

Now let’s say the dog has no teeth. Just gums. And no claws, just soft, fluffy stubs. And let’s say it’s only three inches tall.

There’s no fear, no worry, nothing. You would simply shove the yapping little annoyance away with your shoe and keep walking.

I think we can conclude that the fear of the first encounter is directly related to the weaponry the wild dog possesses.

Teeth, claws, size, ferocity.

But, what if you had a weapon? What if you had a gun on you when the dog came at you? Sure, the dog still has all his weapons, but then, so do you. You have a weapon, one that can well protect you.

Wonderful! We’ve finally found the solution to the wild dog problem in our city parks. All we have to do is find all the wild dogs and pull out all their teeth and claws.

Or carry a gun.

A wild dog is a predator. He hunts his victims, without the least concern for the distress he causes his quarry.

Note that a wild dog doesn’t go up against a lion, or a wolf, or even another wild dog. Why? Too much trouble. Far too dangerous a prey for him to hunt.

No, the wild dog goes up against a rabbit, a squirrel, something that is weak or hurt, or any animal that can’t defend itself. That’s because he’s a predator. That’s what predators do.

That’s what Wade Micheal Page is. That’s what James Holmes is. They’re both predators. Holmes went into that Colorado movie house knowing full well that he had the advantage. He knew that most of those people would be defenseless rabbits to his wild dog.

What if, while sitting in his car outside that Aurora theatre on that terrible and tragic night, Holmes would have somehow gotten word that every single person in that auditorium was armed with a fully loaded, semi-automatic weapon?

There would have been no tragedy.

Same with Wade Michael Page, the Sikh Temple killer, same with Jared Lee Loughner, the Sfeway shooter that killed several, including Arizona Rep. Gabrielle Giffords. And the same with every other predator that would search out the weak and unfanged for their evil and nefarious thrills.

Had that Aurora theatre been packed with well armed people, Holmes would have moved on, avoiding the lions to seek out rabbits somewhere else.

We can’t disarm the predator. We’ve never been able to do that, and we never will. There are too many of them, and they will always have teeth. The best we can hope for is to have some of the rabbits – the smart ones – in possession of fangs and claws as well.

Then, the wild dogs of the world will move on, searching for rabbits elsewhere.

The wealthy rabbits – congressmen and senators, presidents and judges, sports stars and celebrities – can all afford to hire well fanged protection for themselves wherever they and their families choose to go.

The Founding Fathers knew those kinds of people well. They knew the rich lived behind brick walls, guarded entryways, gated communities, with plenty of money and power to retain personal security for their loved ones.

So, in their compassionate kindness and wise forethought, the Framers made a provision for the rest of us, we everyday commoners who don’t have the finances for private watchdogs.

It’s called the Second Amendment.

The right to keep and bear arms is our teeth, that is our protection.

Predators like James Holmes, Michael Page, Jared Loughner, and all the other predators out there, don’t want to see their prey sporting teeth.

It makes the rabbits too dangerous.

Neither does Diane Feinstein, Harry Reid, Barack Obama, and all the other Gun Control squawkers, screaming to “get rid of the guns!”

It makes the rabbits too dangerous.

Yes indeed, politics does make strange bedfellows.

About the Author

Joe Keck is a writer of horror, thriller, suspense, and other fiction, some poetry and music, with the occasional op-ed piece on current events, politics, and theology. Although born in Oklahoma, he was taken to Los Angeles when he was an infant, or as his mother described, "the ugliest little thing I've ever seen", and raised there on the West Coast. He considers himself to be far superior to most on the artistic merits of film and literature, seeing the vast majority of such to be well below adequate. He has four novels and many short stories to his credit, and hopes to one day have them published, promising to hold critics like himself in harsh derision. He's currently restoring a Jason 35 sailboat and plans to sail the world, writing horror stories, and marveling at the illustrative works of the Creator and His Divine story-telling imagery. You may Find Joe's Website at

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