It’s been a little while since I last boasted about how awesome New Hampshire is, and I am feeling a bit remiss. And this reminder comes courtesy of my blog-buddy Bruce, who has a bit of an advantage over me — he’s a New Hampshirite by choice, while I’m one by chance.
One of Bruce’s buddies quoted the inimitable Mark Steyn, from his latest book, “America Alone” (which I really, really need to get). Bruce reprinted the quote here, but I’m going to lift it myself:
New Hampshire has a high rate of firearms possession, which is why it has a low crime rate. You don’t have to own a gun, and there are plenty of sissy arms-are-for-hugging granola-crunchers who don’t. But they benefit from the fact that their crazy stump-toothed knuckle-dragging neighbors do. If you want to burgle a home in the Granite State, you’d have to be awfully certain it was the one-in-a-hundred we-are-the-world panty-waists’s pad and not some plaid-clad gun nut who’ll blow your head off before you lay a hand on his seventy-dollar TV. A North Country non-gun owner might tire of all the Second Amendment kooks with the gun racks in the pickups and move somewhere where everyone is, at least officially, a non-gun owner just like him: Washington, D.C., say, or London. And suddenly he finds that, in a wholly disarmed society, his house requires burglar alarms and window locks and a security camera.
Bruce, as I said, is a recent immigrant to New Hampshire. He lives about an hour and a half from me.
Mark Steyn is a Canadian, but he currently hangs his hat a couple of towns north of me.
P. J. O’Rourke lives about half an hour from me. (I’m not quite certain where — he’s a bit chary about his privacy, and I respect that.)
Man, wouldn’t that be a hell of a gathering? I wonder if something could be swung for Dartmouth’s Homecoming weekend…
There’s gotta be something in the granite up here…