[Update: It didn’t occur to me at first, but with a second read of Button’s article, it struck me that this op-ed at the NYT is
a pretty good antithesis narrative direct rip off of the article about Sandra Froman (former President of the NRA) from 2006, published in the Stanford University alumni magazine: “Top Gun.” The antiparallels are striking. It’s almost like Button decided to rewrite the article about Froman and have it published by the New York Times with a few of her own mental illness bits thrown in, just in time for the gun control legislation.]
We’re getting close to the point that the New York Times jumps the shark on the gun control issue, and here’s the op-ed to prove it, from Wendy Button. If it’s the same Wendy Button I think it is – this Wendy Button – her very abbreviated bio at the Huffington Post is:
“Wendy Button has written for Democratic Senators John
Edwards, Hillary Rodham Clinton, and John Kerry, and for Boston Mayor Thomas Menino. She received her MFA in writing from Bennington College.”
She’s got an op-ed in the New York Times today asking legislators to strip her of her right to own a gun because, essentially, she’s a threat to herself – to the point that she just doesn’t know what she might do in the future, and she thinks there will be less risk of her blowing her brains out if someone just takes her rights away. She’s asking the authorities to take away her 2nd Amendment rights because she’s suffered from depression, and is evidently worried that she might kill herself one of these days:
I guess she thinks she’s too sick to trust herself with even the *right* to own a gun despite writing for all the people listed above! She’s terrified she might be irrepressibly suicidal! Did Tom Menino know this when he hired her? One wonders whether she should be allowed to drive – because after all, she might just decide to crash her car into a bridge abutment at 80 miles an hour, or just park it and try to jump off the George Washington Bridge. She had better shut the electricity and the gas service off at her home, too. And get rid of all the knives in the house. Clear out the medicine cabinet. I’d recommend the police get over there – right now! – before she does something to herself.
Listen to this stuff:
Please take away my Second Amendment right. Do more to help us protect ourselves because what’s most likely to wake me in the early hours isn’t a man’s body slamming at my door but depression, that raven, tapping, rapping, banging for relief.
I have a better chance of surviving if I never have the option of being able to pull the trigger.
Wendy, all you have to do to stop yourself from buying a gun is not buy one, and then voluntarily commit yourself. Commit yourself. To an asylum. Really! Just do it. If you’re that afraid you’re going to kill yourself, by all means, right now – get to the hospital and have yourself admitted as an inpatient. Dial 911 and shout at the top of your lungs: “I’ve just written an article for the New York Times and I’m afraid I am going to kill myself!”
If you walk into Bellevue Hospital with this article and tell them: “I’m afraid I might eventually kill myself because I have the right to own a gun. I can’t stop my depression, I don’t know what to do besides this…” believe me, they’ll help you put yourself away. Moreover, if your depression is that uncontrollable and you’re still having these thoughts, you should have committed yourself a long time ago. What does your family think? Do they help you? Do they know how sick you are?
If you’re so terrified that you’re not reporting your own longstanding mental health problems even as you confess them in the pages of the New York Times, and you have such poor impulse control that you don’t know whether you’ll be able to stop youself from buying a gun and killing yourself at some point in the future, you shouldn’t be at home alone right now. Because it might be tonight! So go! Get in a cab. You shouldn’t even be driving a car. Please, get yourself some help and do it fast!