Shocked and Saddened

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April 199 - 12 killed in a school in Colorado
July 1999 - 12 killed in a shooting in Atlanta, Georgia
September 1999 - 6 killed at a prayer service in Fort Worth Texas
October 2002 - 10 killed in sniper attacks in Washington, DC area
August 2003 - 6 killed at a workplace in Chicago
November 2004 - 6 killed by a hunter - Birchwood, Wisconsin
March 2005 - 7 killed at a church service in Brookfield, Wisconsin
October 2006 - 5 schoolgirls killed in Nickel Mines, PA.
April 2007 - 32 people slaughtered at Virginia Tech
December 2007 - 9 people killed at a shopping center in Omaha, Nebraska
December 2007 - 6 people killed on Christmas Eve in Carnation, Washington
February 2008 - 6 people killed in a clothing store in Chicago
September 2008 - 6 dead in Alger, Washington killed by a mental patient let loose.
December 2008 - 9 people dead - man dressed as Santa in Covina, California
March 2009 - 10 people died at the hands of a disgruntled worker in Alabama
April 2009 - 13 people died in Binghamton, NY
November 2009 - 13 people killed on a military base in Fort Hood Texas
January 2011 - 6 people killed and a congresswoman wounded in Tucson, Arizona

And that is not even counting 2012 - which has been a banner year.

You know what the leaders say after each of these events?

We are shocked and saddened by the senseless violence.

I'm more than that, folks. I'm fed the fuck up by inaction.

Here we go:

Want to buy a gun?

1). Provide information on your life. We want to know who you love, who you might not love, where you went to school, why you want the gun, how strong you are financially and whether or not you've ever been considered a little off.

2). We want references. Try and get good people too. We don't want the guy who sits next to you at Nazi camp to vouch for you.

3). You married? We want a letter from your wife telling us if she thinks you should handle a gun.

4). Once you have over 700 guns and two tons of ammunition we reserve the right to stop selling you more guns.

5). No job? No gun.

6). Assault weapon?

Uh, nope.

You need an assault weapon to shoot cans in the back yard or obliterate a dear?

And don't even tell me that guns don't kill people, people kill people.

I know that.

People with fucking guns.

Am I stomping on your rights as a gun owner?

I'm not doing it...the people shooting other people with guns...is what makes me mad. They are the ones who are going to cost everyone gun rights.

What will be done?

Nothing...same damn inaction that we put into action after the last mass murder, and the one before that and the one before that and the one before that.

And we prepare ourselves to be shocked and saddened by ignoring the murders in every single city, on every single night.

Every day of the damn year.

Shocked and Saddened my ass.

Do something.

Comments

John said…
Amen brother!
21 July, 2012
Molly said…
Can we get this man a podium and a mic!!! You soeak for many of us! Other countries deal with unibombers and terrorist but we seem to have minds gone mad here in the U.S.
21 July, 2012
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