In my nape of the forest, we have over 15 churches, and only two pubs. (we have our priorities reversed, obviously). In our part of Suden Cook County (chicagoland) we have no gun stores, no shooting ranges, and, surprisingly, no murders.
But today, on my way to the State of Walkerstan to do artwork, rewrite a book, and drink too much, I saw something I haven't seen in this region. Gun Nutz.
A whole family of dumb, each carrying a sign, and warning about how gun control would ruin Amurica. Daddums had the fewest teeth, but at least most of the words were spelled right. Mommy was busy holding a sign and an infant, and the two brats (5, 8) also helped Daddums with signage.
I cannot tell you how depressing it is to have Gun Nutz invade my comfie little area. I only wished that there had been a strong wind storm, so by accident I could accidentally, by accident, and not in the least bit on purpose, send a gathering of air-borne droplets of uric acid in their general direction. But, alas and alack, no wind. And no ready stream.
I counted 4 fatalities in the news, all by accident. North of us, in Chi-town, which until the Supreme Robes ruled for the NRA and against sanity, had the strongest gun laws around, hand 20 people shot last week with guns. An NPR report live on air was interrupted by machine gun fire.
Our four founding fathers had no intention of allowing gun ownership outside a well regulated militia. They would be horrified by what we are doing to ourselves.
This insane love affair with arms of fire must stop. Too many innocents are being hurt, even killed. Let us end this madness.