Guns R Us
Awhile back some nut shot up a Planned Parenthood clinic. A few weeks ago 3 nuts shot, so far, 14 people to death down in San Berdoo. Congress is up in arms – no pun intended – about Syrian terrorists slipping in with refugees. This same fearful crop of legislators refuses to put regulations on guns. They voted down No Fly – No Buy, the bill to keep anyone who’s on the TSA No Fly list from buying a gun, figuring, oddly enough, they might be a potential terrorist.
The boys who voted it down said there might be mistakes on the list and they didn’t want to deprive an honest citizen his God-given right to bear arms. Oh, right. How about the folks denied the right to vote when their names are confused on voter registries??
Down here on the Don’t Tread on Me South End, we got our fair share of firearms. I got a shotgun myself, although I confess, I’m not sure if it still shoots. We’ve all grown up with too many westerns, too much Dirty Harry and way too much video violence. Somehow we think guns are the solution. But let me tell you a story. My pal Freddie was thinking he might buy himself a ‘piece’, put it maybe in his nightstand loaded. With the safety ON, of course. What for? I asked and he said, you know, burglars. You got crime out your way? I asked and he said you never know, best to be prepared.
A month ago his daughter from a college 300 miles away came home unannounced. Let herself in the front door at 3 A.M. and clattered around a minute or two then walked into her parents’ bedroom. She was distraught, depressed, upset. Drove all night, just wanting to crawl in with Mom and Dad like when she was a kid with nightmares, crawl in for comfort, for love, for reassurances the world wasn’t as scary as it seemed right then.
Fred told me he thanked God he didn’t have a revolver in that nightstand because when he heard the front door open, then footsteps coming down the hall headed right to his bedroom, he seriously wanted that gun.
“I don’t know, Skeeter,” he told me, shaking his head. “I could’ve shot my own kid. 3 in the damn morning. What was she thinking?” I suspect more family members are killed than burglars with guns. Freddie, you better believe, won’t be thinking about arming himself now. Last I heard he was thinking about a large guard dog. Even though he’s never had a dog before.
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