Getting some of the Angry Andy

Come Heller high water …

It’s been more than three weeks since the Las Vegas slaughter. So is now the right time to have that talk we were all promised about gun control? Congress … hello? Mr. President … knock-knock, are you there?

Just as I thought. Once again we fell for the old “it’s not the right time” dodge. This is not a criticism of the gun lobby’s marionettes in Congress, by the way. They’re just doing what they’re told. This is a criticism of the majority of American citizens — roughly 60 percent by the latest polls — who want gun control. We’re the ones who whimper and back down when the NRA growls. So we’re to blame for the virus of mass murder in the U.S., right along with the right. Doesn’t feel so good, does it?

This is one instance where I don’t feel the slightest guilt in saying, “I told you nothing would happen.” If little kids being slaughtered in their classroom doesn’t do it, why would anyone think a mere 600 adults being killed or wounded in Las Vegas would move us to action? Please. Even the so-called “bump stock” legislation is now stalled. It’s official: We don’t care one little … hey, the new Big Bang Theory is on!

Ah, well. Onto other issues. A sarcastic friend wrote this: “I don’t know about you, but it’s a big relief for me to know that with Harvey Weinstein out of the picture, the problem of misogyny and sexism in Hollywood has finally been fixed once and for all.” Right on.

Hey, Matt Damon, if you knew Weinstein was an “a-hole,” as you called him, why didn’t you say something years ago? You probably had a pretty good idea what kind of an a-hole he was. Apparently all of Hollywood knew. And yet you said nothing. Do women mean that little to you?

OK, I’m clearly angry today. So be it. Sometimes the news is just infuriating. We sit and watch and twiddle our thumbs over problem after problem, then we woe-is-me afterward, as if that’s every accomplished anything. America has a “Well, SOMEBODY oughta do something about it” problem.

I’m not surprised President Trump told the widow of Sgt. La David Johnson that “He knew what he signed up for, but it hurts anyway.” That’s exactly what I would expect out of him. What surprised me is he struggled to remember his name. It had to be on a paper right in front of him. So how could he mess that up? Stuff like that makes me suspect he’s not all there.

Love new Tigers manager Ron Gardenhire’s response to reporters asking about whether he’s too old school to get with baseball’s new passion for analytics: “Dude, I’m only 59.” Being 56 myself, he is my new hero. Since when is 59 old? Or 66? Or 76? Our culture has a weird view of age. Elsewhere, people 40 up are revered for their experience and wisdom. In the dotcom age, I guess you’re over the hill and incapable of chewing peas by yourself after you pass 30.

The new season of “Stranger Things” begins this weekend. There have been all sorts of articles saying “Here are 11 things to know before you watch.” I don’t read those for the same reason I don’t watch pregame shows. I don’t want to know what to look for. I want to just watch, OK? Leave me the heck alone. I don’t want to know anything that’s going to happen, and I don’t need your interpretation of it. I wonder if the people who write these articles also give their kids a note on Christmas Eve: “11 things to know about your gifts.” All of life is a preview these days. I urge you to resist.

Amazing how fast the Jim Harbaugh bandwagon is emptying. They could rent that thing out for hayrides it’s so empty. Maybe the 1950s glasses don’t mean he’s an old school football genius after all.

“Passivity may be the easy course, but it is hardly the honorable one.” — Noam Chomsky.