Nobody is going to take your gun. Like drugs, or pornography, or smartphones, or Andy Dick, once Pandora's Box is opened, it's opened forever. Once it's out there, we can never get rid of it.
But there is a matter of taking the moral high ground. Saying ,"No, someone who is mentally ill, or on a terrorist watch list, or is a convicted batterer cannot buy a gun. And no, you can't buy an AR-15 out of some asshole's trunk in Virginia. And no, you can't walk into a Burger King with a rifle slung over your should, just for shits and giggles."
The problem of mass shooting and gun violence in the US is a multi-dimensional problem, and no one will address the dimensions of of them problem. America's biggest problem is that NOBODY will give an inch to get an inch. None of those clowns in the House, Republican and Democrat, have in 25 years done anything to address mental illness, poverty, education, gun laws, or the climate of perpetual fear in this country.
And people would argue that we need to "preserve our freedom".
What freedom do speak of, Good Squire? The freedom to risk your life when you pay $25 to see a shitty movie? The freedom to clinch your asshole in the Mall, because you don't know if someone is going to blow a fuse and light the place up? The freedom for children to pass through metal detectors at school? The freedom to be murdered at an office Christmas party? The freedom to be searched at a rock concert?
Living in a perpetual security state is not freedom. Freedom is the liberty to gallivant through your city, town, dell, and village without serious fear. Freedom is the liberty to send your kids to school knowing they'll come home alive. Freedom is the liberty to not be watched, and searched, and suspected, and shackled because "God forbid!"
Fear is not freedom. Or it is. It's the Ted Nugent's kind of freedom. It's a Gender Studies kind of freedom. It's a Police Union's kind of freedom. It's a Haliburton kind of freedom. It's a ISIS kind of freedom. It's a lone, white, male gunman's kind of freedom.
It's not MY kind of freedom.
Do I, we, YOU, have to sacrifice our freedom to live, to assemble, to gallivant, to play, to swing, and sing, and dance, and race, and fly, and YES... even go hunting or target shooting, so that some can spoon an AR-15 at night, or sit behind locked doors and wait for intruders to shoot?
Oh yeah, and I HATE Mondays.
That's my rant. Back to you in the studio, Stacy.
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