I don't know how you slept last night, but I did not. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was a mad man with a gun shooting at innocent children who were running in terror. I can only imagine what was going on in their little minds. To see their classmates falling with blood gushing from their wounds, must have been horrific. This is their days of sand and shovels, recess and happy times. Probably the only time they were ever in a position of violence was an incident on the play ground and that was controlled by adults who supervised and quickly settled the spat. They may or may not have ever heard the words "school shooter" and yet here one was.
It is beyond even my scope of reality to imagine such a thing. In my world no one is violent. No one brings a gun to my house. I own a gun. It is a pistol. It is in a drawer and the clip in another drawer. I carry it when I travel when it rides in the glove box and the clip under my seat. If I break down and a big mean man is breaking my window intent on doing me harm, I will assemble it and I will use it. It is for my protection.
I can only imagine the scene when a man walked into a class room with an AK whatever it was. I think the kids were at their desks. They probably looked at him and wondered who he was. When he shot the first child, they would have been surprised. This was not a normal day. As he continued his carnage the children would have watched in horror as their friends fell. No doubt they scrambled for cover, but where do you hide in an open room? Devastation was every where. The teacher, who was their leader already lay dead and yet still the gun blazed as their friends lay on the floor with wide eyed , vacant stares.
What do we do to stop this? What is the solution? Guns are legal. It is everyones right to have and use a gun. Constitution says so. Where does your right to own a gun supercede my childs right to enjoy a safe environment at school or play? The second amendment comes into play here. That amendment has been waved around for years like a mantra for the over zealous who really have no idea what it means. Maybe it is time for us to take a new look at it.
Maybe it is time for us to send some people to Congress who can pull their respective heads out of their respective hiding places and ask what the second amendment actually says. I am not a scholar, but as I recall it speaks of a " well regulated militia" in conjunction with the right to "keep and bear arms". When the constitution was written the arsenal was not the guns that are made today.
My brother had a .22 rifle. It was to hunt rabbits which we ate. Over the years guns have become symbols of something I know nothing about. Apparently a man can arm himself with a full aresenal that includes an AK 47 and anything else he is man enough to carry and go wherever he wants. It is only when he begins to shoot at people that it becomes illegal. Not so in my world!
Keep your guns! Store them where the sun does not shine! Fly your Confederate flag. But not in my world. For years I have donated to animal welfare, veterans, St. Jude, the church, homeless shelters and things like that. No more! I am now going to be putting my energy and money to changing gun laws. Sandy Hook, Orlando, and now a little town in Texas. It has got to stop and if gun owners cannot police themselves, we will do it for them. The NRA is one of the biggest contributors to government elites and that has got to stop.
I implore you who are reading this to join me in researching candidates a little better. See who supports them. The NRA is not our friend. The guy with the Confederate Flag flapping out the back of his truck is not our friend. Our friends are the kids who did not make it home from school yesterday. Our friends are the standard bearers who placed them in the ground and covered them with dirt while tears fell like rain.
May God grant me the courage the change the things I can, the strength to accept the things I can not and the wisdom to know the difference. (from AA and this is not accurate, but you get the idea.)
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