A vocal supporter of “responsible gun ownership,” Matthew McConaughey got into a heated argument with Joy Behar of The View when she questioned the actor’s anti-gun views.
During his appearance on the show, McConaughey talked about the value of his career as a father of three and promoted his children’s book Just Because. The actor was praised by co-host Sunny Hostin for being “so outspoken against violence, and gun violence in particular” after she veered off course.
You thought about running for Texas governor in 2021, but ultimately decided to put your family first. Do you believe holding public office will be in your future? Hostin enquired.
“Yes, if that’s where I think I can be most useful,” the Interstellar actor answered. “At this time, I want to be the most helpful father I can be.”
“Do you think you could get elected in Texas being anti-gun?” Behan asked again.
“One thing about me and politics, to give you a direct statement right there, is me playing a game I’m not interested in playing,” McConaughey said, pointing a finger at Behar.
“Okay, don’t do it,” Behar said, attempting to diffuse the situation by stating, “I did want to say that I’ve done a lot of research in terms of your advocacy, and I don’t think you’re pro-gun responsibility and legislation.”
At a White House meeting after the 2022 Robb Elementary School tragedy in Uvalde, Texas, where an 18-year-old former student killed 19 pupils and two teachers, McConaughey urged people to “renegotiate our wants from our needs.”
Background checks and responsible ownership are essential. The age requirement to purchase an AR-15 rifle needs to be raised to 21. A waiting time is required for such firearms. Red flag rules are necessary, and those who violate them should face repercussions; these are tactical, sensible, and realistic regulations, the speaker stated.
“Responsible gun owners are fed up with the Second Amendment being abused and hijacked by some deranged individuals,” the Oscar-winning actor continued.
The actor and his spouse, Camila Alves, started the Greenlights Grant Initiative in the wake of the horrific event with the intention of “ensuring the well-being of our children and creating safer school environments.”
Along with McConaughey, Alves is the parent of three children: Levi, 15, Vida, 13, and Livingston, 10.
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Arrogant Neighbor Fills In My Pond – My Clever Retaliation Teaches Him Not to Underestimate an Elderly Lady
The grandchildren adore frolicking in it, and sometimes I jest they might favor the pond over me!
All was serene until Brian became my neighbor five years ago. Right from the start, he was troubled by my pond.
“Margaret!” he’d shout from beyond the fence. “Those frogs disrupt my sleep! Can’t you quiet them down?”
With a grin, I’d respond, “Oh, Brian, they’re merely serenading you. No charge at all!”
He continued to grumble. “What about the mosquitoes? Your pond is a breeding ground!”
“Now, Brian,” I’d retort, “my pond is spotless. Perhaps those mosquitoes are from the clutter in your own yard.”
He’d storm off, and I assumed he’d adjust over time. However, I misjudged.
One day, I took a short trip to visit my sister, expecting nothing more than leisurely chats and card games. I returned to a shocking sight that chilled me to the core.
Arriving home, the familiar glint of water was missing, replaced by soil. Heart plummeting, I rushed from my car.
My neighbor, kindly Mrs. Johnson, approached hastily. “Margaret! Thank goodness you’re here. I tried to halt them, but they claimed to have authorization!”
“Stop whom? What authorization?” I stammered, fixated on the muddy remnant of my once-beloved pond.
“A team arrived yesterday, tasked by a company to drain and fill your pond,” Mrs. Johnson explained. “I protested that you were away, yet they presented official documents!”
Feeling betrayed, I realized twenty years of cherished memories had vanished overnight. I knew who was responsible.
“Brian,” I clenched my fists, seething.
“What will you do?” Mrs. Johnson inquired, her expression laden with concern.
I straightened up. “Well, I’ll show him why you shouldn’t trifle with a woman like Margaret!”
Firstly, I contacted my family. My daughter Lisa was incensed. “Mom, this is unlawful! We should inform the authorities!”
“Just wait, dear,” I counseled.
“Let’s gather evidence first.”
Then, my perceptive granddaughter Jessie reminded, “Grandma! What about the wildlife camera in the oak tree? It might have recorded something!”
Indeed, that camera captured our ace in the hole.
The footage unmistakably showed Brian, directing the team to destroy my pond. He seemed pleased with his stealthy mischief.
“Caught you,” I smirked.
Brian presumed I would overlook his actions due to my age and solitude. He underestimated my resourcefulness.
I immediately phoned the local wildlife conservation office.
“Good day,” I began politely. “I need to report the ruin of a protected natural area.”
The agent sounded puzzled. “Protected area, ma’am?”
“Absolutely,” I continued. “My pond hosted an endangered fish species, registered with your office years ago. And it’s been filled in without any lawful clearance.”
The conservation office doesn’t take such matters lightly.
Shortly, they were at Brian’s doorstep, imposing a hefty fine that surely made him wince.
“Gentlemen, we’re here concerning the illegal obliteration of a protected site on your neighbor’s land,” they informed Brian.
Brian blanched. “What? Protected site? It was merely a pond!”
“A pond that housed a recognized endangered fish species, Mr. Thompson. You authorized its destruction without proper consent.”
“This is absurd!” Brian protested. “That old pond was an eyesore! I was cleaning up the neighborhood!”
“Unfortunately, that ‘cleanup’ has resulted in a $50,000 penalty for breaching environmental laws,” they countered.
Brian was aghast. “$50,000? You must be joking! That pond was—”
I savored his dismay from afar, but my plans were not yet complete.
I called my grandson Ethan, a sharp attorney in the city.
“Ethan, dear,” I said. “How about assisting your grandmother in dealing with a neighborhood tyrant?”
Eager to aid, Ethan swiftly served Brian with legal papers for property damage and emotional harm.
While I could have stopped there, one more move remained.
Brian’s wife Karen, who always seemed reasonable, returned from work one evening, and I seized the opportunity for a candid talk.
“Evening, Karen,” I greeted her. “Can we chat for a moment?”
She nodded, weary yet accommodating. “Of course, Margaret. What’s troubling you?”
Over tea, I unveiled the entire saga about the pond – its origins, the joyful memories, and the wildlife it supported.
Karen’s expression shifted from bewilderment to shock. “Margaret, I was unaware,” she exclaimed. “Brian claimed the city mandated the pond’s closure for safety!”
“Well,” I reassured her, patting her hand. “Now you understand the full story.”
Subsequently, the neighborhood was abuzz, and Brian vanished for a while after Karen confronted him about his deceit.
One morning, the buzz of machinery woke me. Peering outside, I was astonished to see a team working in my yard under Karen’s supervision.
“Morning, Margaret. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought it was time to rectify things,” Karen greeted me as the crew worked to restore my pond.
Karen confided about Brian’s other questionable dealings. “This was just him venting his frustrations,” she shared softly.
With the pond reinstated, the environmental charges were withdrawn. Ethan persuaded me to drop the lawsuit as well, always the diplomat.
As for Brian, he disappeared out of state, humbled and defeated. Karen, now a frequent visitor, helped me care for the revived pond, grateful for the chance to make amends.
One serene evening by the restored waters, Karen mused, “Margaret, I never imagined I’d appreciate Brian’s mistake.”
Curious, I asked, “Why is that?”
She grinned, clinking our iced tea glasses. “If he hadn’t interfered, I might never have discovered such an incredible neighbor.”
Here I am, 74 and invigorated, with a rejuvenated pond, a new ally, and a tale for future family gatherings. Life always surprises, doesn’t it?
And if there’s a moral here, it’s never to underestimate a grandmother with a resolve and a competent attorney!
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