I own a revolver exactly like the one featured with this copy and like many Democrats, love my firearms and hunting and all the legal privileges that the second amendment affords every American. Owning firearms is not a partisan issue, or only a privilege enjoyed by Republican voters, it’s an American obsession that many of us enjoy as part of our rights as free citizens living in a country that we govern ourselves through our elected representatives. This is what sets us apart from all other nations on earth.
We, as a people, adhere to certain rules regarding gun ownership that are meant to keep us and our families, and the public safe when we’re using firearms, and this is uncontested and works well.
But amongst us, there are so called, “lone wolves”, or rogue actors who care little for these rules of ownership, who live alienated from their families or loved ones, who care little or nothing for others and operate alone and silently for the most part, waiting for a moment to strike out at the world that they don’t understand, or which to them, seems ignorant of their existence, and this gradually increasing resentment against all men, against mankind in general, festers until a fateful moment in their daily life suddenly presents itself and sparks an outrage that will trigger another day of random slaughter somewhere in America, and once more, the following morning’s lead news story will unfold over TV networks everywhere, that yet another tragedy in our country, and another community will spend the coming week attending funerals and enduring the initial stages of mourning the souls whose lives were extinguished years and decades prematurely, during a few, brief moments of terror and madness finally exploding with gunfire into human flesh, and then silence.
Gun owners of America, this is our enemy… the rogue shooter… the “closet” hater of all of us, who targets your family and loved ones, and mine, or anyone’s who may find themselves in the cross-hairs of his weapon. He isn’t interested in who you voted for in the last election, or how much money you make or who you are in the scheme of life… he just wants to kill anything moving at this moment for he is done with living himself and this is how he’s chosen to bid farewell to living, life, and all of us… “I was here…you will remember me now.”
The NRA hire’s the finest, most persuasive lobbyists to convince us that gun laws are, and always have been a partisan issue because they know we’re used to this path of in-fighting and it feels natural to all of us, so of course we take up gun legislation with the same zeal… or maybe more than we might any other pending legislation, but the truth is clear if we open our eyes to examine it, that our true enemy is the person out there who hates life and living and is leading the almost stereotypical life style of the “Human Time-Bomb” waiting for the right spark to set them off.
After the gunfire has stopped, and the momentary silence is broken by the faint and still distant sirens of first responders on their way to another “active shooter” incident, and when the ambulances finally arrive, and the building’s been secured, and police are combing through each room, one by one to assess the numbers of wounded and deceased, among these victims might have been someone from your family, or perhaps mine, or from a family we’ve known as friends all of our lives, but what matters right now, in this moment, is that you and I should be allies working together against these rogue lone wolves, to keep them from ever owning firearms, to ferret them out wherever they may be, and get them mental help if possible, or do whatever it takes to prevent them from ever acting out their hatred of themselves or life, upon innocent people who are just trying to go about their lives and finding contentment and purpose.
We should be coming together to end this nearly daily, random slaughter that our country has become infamous for around the world. We should be working together to solve gun violence, and no longer as adversaries. On any given day, our families’ lives may depend upon our ability and willingness to do so.