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 the tragedy in Colorado, and I agreed, then he said now is not the time to discuss gun laws, and I disagreed. July 20th was a dark day for America, but there was a shining light in all of that darkness though; 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 rural town on movies, games, and TV shows I viewed guns as tools for overcoming oppression and triumphing over evil. Swords of modern knights used to slay evil dragons threatening villages and endangering fair maidens. Cops and robbers. Cowboys and Indians. Even as a child I knew my obsession with guns was almost perverse, but man were they cool like cigarettes or cowboy hats.