I hate violence. I hate hatred for that matter, but I’d rather not get into that vicious circle right now, if you don’t mind.
As you may have heard, a member of the US Congress was shot, along with many other people, at a rally in Arizona. The congresswoman, though shot in the head, is expected to live. Others, including a nine year old girl—nine damn years old—did not. That little girl was a member of her student council and a neighbor thought she might like to see a member of our government in action. And now she is dead because some jerk called "unstable" by people who knew him was able to get his hands on a gun.
I hate guns. I respect the second amendment and its intention to empower people who were, at the time, forbidden from taking up arms lest they pose a danger to the government. But I still hate guns and wish for stronger gun control. There are many gun owners out there who are responsible and respect the weapon and only want one for its intended purpose of defense. Honestly, those people do not scare me at all and I have no desire to forbid them the use of a gun. I just can’t tell them apart from the people who keep their rage stifled under a smile or bundled up in their subconscious. Or the people who were careless enough to give an eight year old boy an Uzi and let him fire it, the power of the recoil causing him to lose his grip on the weapon and shoot himself in the head.
Cars are dangerous, too. In order to drive one (legally), you need a license, which you obtain by passing an exam to prove you know how to handle it. I also took Driver’s Ed and lessons with a teacher. Despite all this, I once got into an accident that, thankfully, didn’t hurt anyone but the car. It was caused by bad weather and inexperience (mine). But the fact that a gun, an instrument just as deadly in inexperienced hands, is so much easier to obtain is frightening.
Sorry for getting all political. But sometimes, I just have to say something in order to sleep at night.