Generally speaking, I’m with Groucho: I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me for a member. But I’m also aware that foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. In other words, I’m a hypocrite. I’m currently working my way through the application process for the Providence Revolver Club. The members are the proverbial great bunch of guys (women included). The facility is what Hemingway called a clean, well-lighted place. More specifically. “six fully automated turning target systems with individual port lighting and a state-of-the-art air filtration system provide a clean and exciting shooting experience for our members.” There is, of course, a catch. Members of the Providence Revolver Club must be members of the National Rifle Association (NRA). As a jobbing journo with a yen for veracity (and loquaciousness), I’m worried that NRA membership would compromise my independence. Well, the appearance of independence. At some point I’ll be a sound byte provider for the mainstream media; NRA membership is an ipso facto statement that I support their positions. Should I ask for papal dispensation, walk away or bite the bullet?