If you were beaten and yelled at too
and told to be seen and not heard
If your parents were drunks and hated you
And your nickname was The Little Turd,
I’m so sorry…
Even so, how can you love those weapons
of mass destruction? Did the army do it
to you? Your wife? A teacher or
a dirty old man? A boss who fired you?
Fess up. Who is your target? And then
what happens next?
I’m so sorry for you and the targets….
Accidental or otherwise.
SO FAR THIS MONTH IN MY STATE (OHIO) there have been 26 deaths and 77 wounded in mass shootings, according to gunviolencearchive.org. I’m sorry….
You can save American lives if that’s your motive by voting to outlaw weapons of mass destruction and/or maybe attending the funeral for one of its victims. This is the real world we’re talking here. At one time in my life I played cops and robbers with other neighborhood kids, but none of us carried guns, real or pretend.
WHAT KIND OF HEART? PROBABLY A BROKEN ONE. I’m so sorry….
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