Minty:
Ever watch The Flintstones? How does the theme song end?
“You’ll have a gay old time.”
Are they implying you’ll have a homosexual feelings while watching the show?!?!
Of course not. Back then, “gay” meant “happy” and “carefree.”
Lesson learned: You cannot use modern definitions when trying to interpret historical language. Repeat: Cannot. Cannot. Cannot. Cannot. Cannot use modern definitions when trying to interpret historical language.
Did you know that constitutional attorneys keep an 1824 copy of Webster’s Dictionary next to their desk? Do you want to know why? See above.
Because words aren’t just words; words mean things. And regulated in 1791 does not mean the same thing as it does today.
Now those of us who have more than half a brain cell know that “regulated’ meant “well trained” and “well disciplined” in 1791. (You appear to be in the minority.) But you wanna know something? When it comes right down to it, I really don’t care what the Bill of Rights says. When we squabble over the meaning of the 2nd Amendment, or any amendment for that matter, we’re implying that we get our rights from the Bill of Rights. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I don’t give a shit what that damn document says. (Remember, that document is really a directive for the government, not us.) It could say the moon is made of green cheese for all I care. I don’t derive my rights from that document. My rights come from my creator, and no one - you, the president, the DoJ, the Founding Fathers, Janet Reno, Janet Jackson, Ted Kennedy, Ted Kaczynski, Congress, the Supreme Court, Night Court – anyone – is allowed to say anything about these rights.
They’re my rights.
Keep your slimy hands off of them.