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Celebrities demonize guns because it instantly makes them appear compassionate. But if they did the research, they’d find that where there are more guns, there is less gun crime. I’ve done the math. It’s not hard. I’ll direct you to the research, simply google this name: John Lott Jr.
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And ask any criminal (which some actual researchers have done) and they’ll tell you: Knowing a victim might have a gun dissuades them from approaching the victim. But research on gun control is nowhere near as cool as screaming “guns kill children” and demanding action on Twitter, in between therapy sessions and Pilates. Witness the latest celebrities participating in gun control PSAs. Most at one point in their career rely on armed security to handle all their safety needs. If only we were all like Beyoncé, then we could marry a very rich man (and ex-criminal) who has an arsenal. Jay-Z has ninety-nine problems, but not owning a gun isn’t one. Bottom line: The argument ends with “Guns are bad. Guns kill people. End of story.” This passes as intellectual thought for Sarah Silverman. By the way, if feminism means women are now free to be as stoned as men have traditionally been, congrats, Sarah. You’re the Rosa Parks of pot.
But we know that these asshats are living a lie. I can’t think of a single television network that is housed in a building that’s considered a “gun-free zone.” This is where the cool are really dangerous: They embrace symbolic, worthless goals like gun-free zones and banning ornamental rifle add-ons as a measure of achievement, unaware that their fact-free opinions may in fact be part of our safety problem. Those opinions are making everyone less safe.
A “gun-free zone” is the safest place for a maniac to kill people. But cool people don’t get it. They never do. In the world of common sense, they are woefully unarmed. But it’s not like they hang out in high schools or malls anyway (unless they’re looking for their next date). As for the preoccupation with rifles dressed up like “assault rifles,” those are not the weapons killing thousands of black kids every year in every major city. But let’s not touch that—it just embarrasses the liberal mayors of every city where illegal handguns turned their streets into war zones far more dangerous than the roads of Iraq. But still not as bloody as a Quentin Tarantino flick.
Meanwhile, as former New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg went to war on gun owners, Governor Andrew Cuomo made an exemption for Hollywood—allowing them to use fake weapons in the city. (These are real weapons minus ammo.) So let me get this straight—we ban guns, but encourage movies glorifying guns? Only on the coasts does this make sense. Is there an idiot molecule in the seawater?
No issue creates more dishonest, self-promoting bullshit than gun control. I don’t even know why it’s called gun control. We don’t call automotive safety “automotive control,” do we? We are totally fine with speed limits (except for Sammy Hagar), and we buckle up. Safety assumes you have the right to make your decisions. Gun control implies gun owners don’t have the brains to handle the same responsibility (when oddly, lawful gun owners treat guns more respectfully than Hollywood actors treat their wives). This is just more received wisdom from the regulatory state. Miramax and Harvey Weinstein deciding public policy—I’m sure that’s what our founding fathers had in mind. A junta of jackasses.
Yet, when a tragic massacre like Sandy Hook hits the news, distraught and intellectually shallow emotions erupt from the usual groups—emanations that are heartily encouraged by babbling news coverage—resulting in a spasm of self-righteous sanctimony and mindless condemnation. It’s a response as guaranteed as a nonsense tweet from a celebrity.
Following horrible events like Sandy Hook, there are sincere responses, of course. And then there are certain celebrity responses, designed to elevate the profile of the responder.
From Hollywood, we get opportunists who choose to make noise after such violence, because it makes them appear smart and caring, which elevates their cool factor among their equally clueless peers. To these people, a tragedy is really just a fashion accessory—one that you don’t have to return Monday morning with Russell Brand’s DNA all over it.
They’ll make a video, even, to show how much they care, and how great they look while they show you they care. It’s also just a great time to meet up with like-minded lightweights, look each other in the eye, and validate one another’s sensitive and superior persona. It’s their version of a picnic.
And if you’re Jim Carrey, you’ll take to Twitter to insult your average gun owner—even vowing to make a song about them.
A tweet from him, to the world, the morning of March 24, 2013, read as follows:
‘Cold Dead Hand’ is abt u heartless mother%ckers
Unwilling 2 bend 4 the safety of our kids. Sorry if
You’re offended by the word safety! ;^}
You can credit Twitter for a lot of things, but one thing they nailed for sure: As a celebrity-moron revealer (CMR), it is second to none. Twitter is celebutard Luminal. It reminds us that no matter how rich and famous a celebrity becomes, their success never makes them smarter. As the bank account skyrockets, their IQ sinks like a doomed soufflé. And the beauty of it is that it’s the celeb who’s actually volunteering the proof of their idiocy. (The emoticon’s a good tip too.)
Carrey had promised to release an anti-gun song in a few days, and that he did, a painfully unfunny screed with a vaguely catchy melody and a safe, mocking tone dripping with adolescent irony. The song focused on ridiculing the memory of the late great Charlton Heston, as well as mocking American gun owners, millions of faceless people he paints as rednecks. Weird how so much gun crime has destroyed cities like Chicago and Detroit, but Carrey would never make a video about that. Gang crime? That’s just too dangerous for Jim to lampoon. Primarily because it’s not a white phenomenon. It’s much easier for this Canadian with dual citizenship to smear the target that cool kids love to hate: the South and the Midwest. It’s easy when you don’t know any people there, and the only real citizenship you have sets its perimeters within Malibu, Miami, and Manhattan. But, unlike a good Smith & Wesson, this idiocy always backfires.
If you saw the video, Carrey apes his way through it as a cadaverous Heston impersonator, like a reject from a seventh-grade talent show. “Cold Dead Hand” has Carrey joyfully postulating that Heston liked guns because he had a tiny dick, and that he’s probably rotting in hell for his work for the NRA. Carrey also mocks and parodies the show Hee Haw, failing to realize that Hee Haw already was a parody of the South. Like everything Jim does, it comes off as old and he comes off like a douche the size of a dirigible. I mean, really, the guy’s been pulling the same face for twenty years now. Did we really need a modern Charlie Callas? One every two hundred years or so seems fine, doesn’t it?
Now, I was never much of a gun lover. The last gun I owned was a rifle, back in 1986. Gun rights were never a core issue for me, but Carrey and self-righteous, empty-headed gasbags like him have put me there. Just looking at Carrey makes me want to buy an arsenal. I see how much they despise people like you and me, and I think, “Damn, I need to protect myself from those mindless jackasses.”
This is Hollywood with its slip showing. Jimmy’s video is really just his diary, open to the chapter titled “What I Really Think of Flyover America: It Reeks.”
Oh yeah, these LA pricks will take your cash any chance they get—they love your money. But God, do they hate you. They’re not just anti-South, they hate the Midwest, the Mid-north, the Northwest—any place where a drawl might peek out from a cheek.
But the worst part for me—the thing that got me sputtering like a parrot with Tourette’s when I discussed it on TV—was the careless, vicious mockery of a dead and decent man. I get it—Carrey is a clown, and clowns clown, but at least hit someone who can hit back. Heston is dead, you pathetic coward.
Which leads me to reiterate to my friends in Hollywood—where the hell are you? If you worked with Heston, or admired him or respected what he did for civil rights in the sixties (the guy marched with Martin Luther King, unlike all of the posers in Hollywood), you should speak up and call out Carrey for the shitbag he is. Hollywood should treat him the way Lillian Gish treated Robert Mitchum in The Night of the Hunter: Shoot him in the ass with ridicule until he scampers into the woods screaming.
Speaking of shooting, I’ll listen to nearly all opinions on guns, and even see value in ones I am diametrically opposed to. Bob Beckel thinks all guns could be banned, and I think it’s crazy, but I know he’s sincere and would like nothing better. (Well, I can think of a few things he would like better, but I’m not going there.) At least he doesn’t pretend to be for something just to get attention or win votes. Whatever your opinions on guns are, it’s Carrey’s methods that are the issue. They reveal how shut off Hollywood is from you and me. Carrey thought his crap would be greeted with accolades, but it was met with a vibrant flush of the national toilet. And he was the turd. He should use all the yoga he practices to pull his head out of his rectum.
And given Carrey’s career’s downward trajectory, I wonder if his activism will just “naturally” go away. A few months after his attack on Heston and gun owners, he issued a seemingly sincere apology on Twitter. Did the apology come from his heart? Or his wallet? Was he apologizing simply because no one is going to his movies and his attacks on law-abiding citizens didn’t help? He tweeted:
Asslt rifle fans, I do not agree with u, nor do i fear
u but i do love u and I’m sorry that in my outrage I
called you names. That was wrong.
It’s amazing what a nervous agent can get you to do.
Excerpted from NOT COOL by Greg Gutfeld. Copyright © 2014 by Greg Gutfeld. Excerpted by permission of Crown Forum, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
