As a kid, your parents always tell you not to do something and it made us so angry. It made us want to do it more. It's because we don’t like being told what to do. Imagine if we didn’t listen to them, we’d still be picking our noses or playing with ourselves in public. A politician on the news the other day said we need to let people mourn a tragedy, then he said now is not the time to discuss gun laws. It was a dark day for America, but there was a shining light in all of that darkness; acts of true bravery. Three men died protecting their girlfriends and their example should serve as a lesson to us all; we have an obligation to protect each other. If you saw a kid getting beat up in high school did you wait until the beatings and humiliation fully sink in before you step up?
We could care less about gun control, what we care about is gun violence. History has shown us time and time again that violence begets violence. Period. Terrorism creates more terrorism. War does not stop. I read recently about a child killed in a drone strike and it saddened me deeply. Beyond the horror that is the murder of an innocent child. It's the Butterfly Effect on a universal scale. If stepping on a butterfly changes the course of history; what would ripping off its wings and dousing it in gasoline do? What we do in life echoes in eternity.Growing up in a rural town or a city, on movies, games, and TV shows, guns are tools for hunting, then they became a weapon against evil, overcoming oppression. Swords of modern day knights used to slay dragons who threaten our villages and endanger our fair maidens. Cops and robbers. Cowboys and Indians. Black and White. Even as a child I knew it was wrong, but man were they cool like cigarettes or cowboy hats.