Would you rather have ...
... a gun to hold in your hands and cradle in your arms? To feel the kick when you fire it? To feel its cold hard steel momentarily warmed by the bullet screaming out of it, while it smokes its breath into your nostrils? To hear the clang of the empty shell on the ground after you fired the round? And then hear the dead thud as the bullet strikes its target, leaving an empty hole and all to often grievous death in its wake?
Or perhaps would you rather have your child to hold and care for and love? To see the little one grow and blossom before your eyes, this new life you created?
I can imagine how many people are answering that question for themselves right now. And I'm sure more than ever many people out there saying give me my child, because their child means more to them than even their own life. And tonight there are all to many parents with empty arms because others chose guns instead.
I hate guns. If I could have my way I would rid the world of them. Unfortunately I can't and so you gun freaks out there can breath easy. Your precious guns are safe from me. Your precious.
I have personally seen though, what a bullet can do to human flesh. Years ago I had a friend who was shot along the side of a freeway by someone in a car who supposedly stopped to help after his motorcycle broke down. But instead of helping they shot him once in the gut and that bullet damn near cut him in half as he spun away from the shooter. He somehow survived and spent months in a hospital recovering and showed me the scars afterwards that went clear around him. The scars were ugly as hell. But I'm sure the asshole who shot sure must have felt like a man. Look! See what I can do with a gun!
To be sure, I'm sure there are many NRA members out there who are as outraged as me over this slaughter of 20 children in school this past Friday. And I am sure many of them are just as outraged over the NRA opposing any sort of gun control legislation no matter how sensible that legislation is.
But for all those people who oppose gun control legislation, they have blood on their hands. They have blood all over them. And yes, I blame them. God damn them I blame them. They may not have held and shot the gun that killed those children but their opposition to any sort of gun control whatsoever for whatever reason including that they might be inconvenienced a little bit makes them an accomplice to this horror.
I wonder what they would say to those children and their parents if they could have looked them in their eyes and talked to them on Thursday night. "Sorry kids, you have to die because I don't want to be inconvenienced. Sorry parents, your lives will have to be forever shattered with grief because my guns are more important to me than the lives of your kids."
God damn those god damn gun freaks. God damn them. I hate them. I hate all of them. And I hate the NRA. May they rot in hell.
I hope this time though, that this nation is waking up and is understanding the first 4 words of the Second Amendment, "A well regulated militia" and I don't think the founders were thinking of regulating pantaloons.
To be sure, this tragedy no doubt has roots in a failed healthcare system too that does little to provide for mental health, let alone the health of people in this country as well as other societal ills. But we need gun regulation now. And that regulation should outlaw these god damn assault style weapons with these stinking fucking large bullet clips that make such slaughter not only possible but inevitable.
And we can't do this soon enough.
From Roger Waters album, Amused to Death, the song,
"The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range"
You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next"