Stepping out of my comfort zone this morning, I attended a judiciary committee meeting of the Florida House of Representatives. The committee was debating a bill that would allow citizens to open carry handguns in our state, and I was there to voice my opposition to the bill.
As it turned out my voice was never heard, and that is probably for the best. It was evident from the outset that a majority of members on the committee had already given their loyalties to the powerful gun lobby.
As I left the hearing I whispered to the young man lobbying against the bill, “I don’t know how you keep your sanity in these situations.”
He smiled and patted my little hand. “I’m used to it now,” he said.
I’m not certain I could ever get used to it– the lawyer-ese and thinly veiled barbs. I’m afraid I do not have the restraint necessary to keep from calling someone a “doo doo head” when he clearly is a doo doo head.
I discovered today that I would make a lousy legislator. Thank goodness.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 