
My old friend. I’ve come to talk to you Again the silence came without weeping. It is a long extended time where America was sleeping and frankly had their head right up their colossal behind.
Our blind love affair with religion and the glitter that goes along what it is known as a gun. It is simply a tool for mass destruction and murder. Why do we like them so much?
Why do we not hate death so much.?
Death is so permanent. A shooting in this country it’s so temporary only to be replaced by the anger of the next shooting. And many say it’s the price of our freedom. I have a problem with that as we screwed up our freedom big time. It’s time for us to be grounded with real life implications. It is also time to stop saying I don’t have any problems with someone owning a handgun. Actually I really do have a problem with irresponsible people owning handguns. If I’m telling the truth I have a problem with handguns but that is not for me to say. Or maybe that is something that should be said..
The concept of heaven and hell is a farce of epic proportion’s. It is basically a promise nobody can keep given to those who are given less. The fantasy that someone dies and goes to a better place is simply fickle conjecture.
Death is sad, Death is painful, death is permanent and leaves a scar in many far off prices. And for us to brush off death from handguns is a gross irresponsibility. Just ask those who died in the chaos in the name of freedom. Sorry they can’t answer
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