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There is a HUGE debate throughout our land about the 2nd Amendment, the right to bear arms, and the danger of guns. Whenever there is a shooting in a mall, movie theater, school, or somewhere else, the first thing many anti-gun people say is…”get rid of guns”, “guns kill people”, on and on.
Anyway, I know the purpose of my site is to present heartwarming and motivational stories,etc., but this little story about gun control, in my opinion, is a humorous little note that Mr. Donald K. Martin crafted for a local newspaper. In my humble opinion, the main idea of this story is SO true!... (more)
...that did not follow what the minority or small splinter group wanted.
It is also interesting to point out to the Constitutional traditionalists and those groups that oppose more effective gun control that no where in the second amendment or the US Constitution is the word “guns” mentioned. What is used is arms, a term that reflects the need to have some means to protect one’s family and oneself from the elements surrounded by an underdeveloped landscape filled with Native Americans and an increasing population of African Slaves.
Part of the problem... (more)
...the couch. She was asked to remove her jewelry .
All of a sudden more of them appeared and there were now 6 men standing in my lounge. They all had balaclavas on. The head guy was holding a panga (machete or long bladed weapon) and was chewing on a toothpick. The rest all had hand guns. They were holding them funny as they all wore heavy woolen gloves so they could not hold the guns properly.
Hubby was asked where our safe was and where we kept our guns. We don't have either and hubby told him.
They then started asking for our cellphones and one by one we all... (more)
Leaving with my head still full of meds and wine, my lust still on her lips, we knew our next steps controlled the destiny of years. I cared not for what my life was before her. To be by her side, to feel her hair brush against me, to hear her voice call my name, these are what my life consisted of now. We waited on the corner for a ride she arranged while I was asleep. I nodded briefly, a victim of my hangover, and woke when I heard the muffled, "thump, thump, thump, thump" of its muffler. The car reminded me of an older converted cop car. The hard seats were uncomfortable as I slid in.... (more)
Before all of the facts had even begun to be gathered in that case, and before any law enforcement agencies had completed any investigations, restriction advocates were paraded in front of mainstream media cameras citing the Martin case as the new reason du jour as to why we had to take guns out of the homes of ordinary Americans. It seemed to the casual observer that the entire incident was played to by the media with it's around the clock trumpeting of every last detail, (some real and some imagined), to come along for weeks on end. Every new twist and turn was thrust at us, video ... (more)
...rights intrude upon, even endanger, the rights of the community? We seem to believe that rampant use of controlled drugs like cocaine and heroin, marijuana and methamphetamine, are a danger to the community, but hold the opposite view when it comes to the possession of weapons, especially guns. One is a right, the other is a danger. Yet more people die every day from guns than from illegal drugs. This is but one such failure of logic that is slowly disintegrating the concept of the right of the individual over the rights of the community.
The use of the word "disintegrating" is ... (more)
...of trust, evidently gained by my advancement through the ranks to his residence and my queens unflinching manner, he threw the blankets off a sturdier looking cardboard shelf, decorated with graffiti and empty cigarette boxes. The revealing, showing a clean and organized assortment of guns, maybe a couple dozen or so arranged in an order unfamiliar to me. Pistols, small ones that could fit in your palm, larger revolvers, chromed with scopes, lining case. His hand flowed over the choices, like a diviner finding water, finally settling on a flat black pistol. Handing it to my... (more)
...I went to the firing range with my husband. First time for me, second time for him. This is the same husband who, until the age of 67, had never held a gun in his hand. I had hoped he never would. He is, after all, Sicilian, and I have always had a bad feeling about the combination of guns and Sicilians.
How did we get here? Well, it began with a nasty neighbor who repeatedly "let us know" that he had a case full of automatic weapons in his condo. Upstairs from us. Oh goody. The guy was six-foot three, thirty-something, ex-Marine, often booze-breathy, and fairly scary.... (more)
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