I hate guns.
I mean I really hate guns. I think a lot of our problems have to do with guns. But I hear you ask, what about guns for protection?
Two stories: The first one is from the news awhile back. A man was pulling into a parking lot. He cut off another driver for a parking spot. The cut off driver pulled a gun from his glove comptment and shot and killed the other driver. He said he was sorry but that he had just gotten so mad at the time he didn't realize what he was doing.
The second is from a lady that used to work for me. Her husband worked offshore so he got a gun for her to have for protection. One night she woke up to hear a noise in her apartment. He was offshore. She took the pistol for the dresser drawer, undid the safety and put her finger on the trigger. Someone walked into the bedroom and she rasied the gun to shoot. At the last moment she realized it was her husband. He was home earlier and wanted to surprise her.
Lately I've been thinking I want a gun. All you hear on the news is about the looters. Looters are everywhere. I'm living in a neighborhood which is still pretty empty of other people. There's not a lot of people back here yet.
What would I do if someone tried to break into my home? What could I do?
So that's all it takes for me to throw away my ideals. Fear. Get a little scared and I'm ready to chuck everything I've believed in and thought.
I don't want a gun. But I do want a gun.
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