I Hate Guns

My son wears a t-shirt that says “Guns Don’t Kill People. People With Mustaches Kill People.”

I think this statement is half right. The other half is just plain silly. But it makes me stop and think about how much I hate firearms.

Guns don’t kill people. People kill people.

Personally, I wish guns weren’t so easy for people to get their hands on. It’s far too easy to jump the gun, pardon the pun, and accidentally shoot your wife (sister, brother, daughter, son, or best friend) because you thought he/she was an intruder. There are so, so many people in this day and age with mental disorders and anger issues. You really have to be careful who you piss off! You could be facing some nut-case with a gun whom you accidentally bumped into at the grocery store. Or perhaps someone who was late for work got fired because you were driving too slow in front of them. Well, you get the picture.

I hate that people find it necessary to have guns in their homes, especially when there are children also in the home. I am afraid to look up statistics on how many young children have been injured or killed where a gun was in the home. Not to mention, teens and preteens who think it’s cool or funny to show off Dad’s gun to a friend, only to learn that it was loaded. I hear people say “as long as you have respect for the gun…..” That’s not even close to being true! It can happen, even if you have the utmost respect for your gun. Accidents can and do happen. Every day. Everyone wants to think “it won’t happen to me or my family” but it can. Let’s not forget about Columbine High School. Why was it so easy for 2 teenage boys to get their hands on firearms?

I hate guns. Period. I wish this world was a more peaceful place to live; where we all could get along without violence and without guns.

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