The National Rifle Association warns of a government database to track your guns by increasing background checks and clearances. The irony is not lost on me that their mailing list is from their private database with no requirements to reveal the info.
If I hear one more shill call a radio talk show and explain the difference between semi-automatic and automatic rifles and pistols, to somehow discredit anyone who wants sensible gun legislation, I’ll blow my…. oh wait!. The, more often than not, inarticulate argument goes, “you got no idea about guns, because you don’t realize that killing ten people with an automatic is faster than killing ten people with a semi. What a dummy you are, geesh!” The debate has now degenerated into how quickly someone has time to flee or charge their assailant. Has the fear of sanity and compassion become so foreign to our thinking that we now setup scenarios of victim blaming, to justify our increasingly armed society? Jeb! Says, cleaning up his own expletive, “stuff happens!” Trump, admonishes Bush for the low energy way he said it, but agrees.
Woeful exhibitions of cowardice and shows of dispassionate macho, have devolved into its natural conclusion of Neanderthal reactionary solutions. At some point, I expect us to start dragging women along by the hair and worshipping idols. The Dr. Carson idea of organized attack groups in the face of gun wielding maniacs is the latest prime example. The nine people with eyes closed in prayer, when shot by Dylann Storm Roof, in Charleston S.C, needed to have at least one of them with one eye opened and ready to fire between “deliver us from evil” and Amen. The unprepared, for a shootout, 6 year olds at Sandy Hook Elementary needed to have blunted scissors and crayons at the ready for the imminent attack that they should have expected. What have we become? Teaching our population that death is just around the corner because it would be dangerous to remove the access to, and excess of guns is folly. Let’s remove all bans if more guns makes you safe, then why not fifty sticks of dynamite under my bed. I feel better already. BOMBS AWAY!