The American Spectator

“Home schoolin’. It’s the best. And goin’ outta style.”

Uncle Pundit surprised me. But Uncle, you weren’t home schooled.

“Sure I was. And so were you.”

But I’ve heard about your going to high school in Nebraska. And even a couple of years of college.

“Doesn’t count. I’m talkin’ about real schoolin’. The kind that counts for everything. The home.”

Gimme an example, Uncle.

“Best example is what they’re doin’ in D.C. That’s the District of Columbia, capital of the U.S. of A. The government is so desperate to get guns off the streets and out of the hands of kids they are actually planning home invasions. Searches without warrants.”

Can’t be, Uncle. There’s a thing in the Constitution about searches and seizures, isn’t there?

“Yes, but the District plans to have the heads of households sign a waiver, saying it’s okay to come on in and search the place. The cops promise not to file charges about what they may find. If it’s a gun, they just take it, no questions asked.”

Sounds a little extreme.

“Not the half of it. The lady Police Chief of the place is holding public meetings to trumpet the search plan, and has she been surprised.”

‘Bout what?

“About who shows up at these meetings. Grandmas! Hardly any men. Grandmas.”

Okay. It’s well known that women, single-mothers we call them, are the majority raising kids in that town. So, why can’t they do the gun-search themselves?

“Good question. It’s plain that grandma has lost control of her own place. Junior’s got his own stash of whatever he wants, goes where he wants, and shoots what he wants. In a town that’s got the strictest gun control laws on the planet.”