To: Melvin Carter, DFL Candidate for Mayor of Saint Paul
From: Mitch Berg, irascible peasant
I’m Mitch Berg. I’m one of Saint Paul’s tiny film of conservatives, so you’ve never had the faintest hint of a reason to pay attention to me, and you likely never will. And it – like everything about Saint Paul’s governance – shows.
But I come today not to bury you, but to show you some common ground.
Councilman Carter, you may be a politician, but otherwise you are by all accounts a law-abiding citizen. There’s no indication you don’t follow the rules .
And yet here you are, getting smeared by the police union (an integral part of the Metro DFL establishment) that you are also a loyal, elected part of) for things that are not you fault, that you’re not responsible for, and that you have nothing to do with , *even as* the person who allegedly burgled your house – the bad guy, here – slides anonymously and without ceremony toward his eventual, inevitable catch-and-release date.
In other words, Melvin Carter, yoiu on the business end of the same collective smear Big Left dishes out to *all* law-abiding gun owners; blaming the law-abiding for the actions of the criminal; burdening the law-abiding but ignoring the criminal.
(“But wait! It’s not bigotry against gun owners! It’s racism!”, someone will say. Why choose? It’s both; the roots of gun control are intensely racist).
Welcome to the party, Councilman Carter. Perhaps you might want to rethink your party’s assumptions about the rest of us? 
 Including the laws and rules about securing the guns; the law is about safeguarding kids, not burglarproofing your collection; a trigger lock or locked gun box is ample to meet the law’s requirements. If the law required us to make every potential danger in our houses theft-proof, we’d all live in fortresses, and we’d all *still* be criminals one way or another.
 Other than, of course, the culplability he shares with this city’s current government, ruling party and political class of which he’s a part, of course.
 Speaking conceptually, here. I don’t own guns. They terrify me.