Someone Explain It To Me...

Someone explain it to me.



Someone explain to me the attachment the U.S. has to weapons that have the ability to shoot 20+ people in less than a minute.

Someone explain to me how this attachment is more important than young children having their parents slaughtered.

Someone explain to me how the poison spewed from the mouth of the moron in the Whitehouse being repeated by the hand of the one pulling the trigger is some sort of intricate coincidence.

The sole purpose of these types of guns, the entire reason they were designed, developed and produced, was to kill people.

The arguments I'm hearing from people wanting to keep them are nothing short of insane.

They are oh so much fun for shooting targets.

Really?!

So, your right to rapid-fire some pieces of paper with circles drawn upon them for shits and giggles is somehow more important than 20+ people's right to shop at Walmart without getting shot?!

We are just standing up for our second amendment rights.

Really?!

Rapid-fire weapons didn't exist when the second amendment was written. Do you really think the writers of the constitution, in writing this particular amendment, meant that every single citizen has the right to bear arms with no limits, regardless of violent tendencies, no matter the cost to human life?

We are a gun culture.

Really?!

You say it with such pride, like it's a good thing. Take a look around. You are standing alone over innocent bodies with blood-covered hands as the rest of the world weeps in grief and disbelief at the inhumanity.

Someone explain it to me. Make it make sense.

White supremacy is a growing global issue. One that's being fuelled by the moron racist who is the current occupant of the WhiteHouse, and those who blindly follow him. Those who try to portray the issue as a hoax, equate asylum seekers to an invasion, an infestation. Those who love to spout the phrase "go back to where you come from."

Someone explain it to me. Make it make sense.

Bulletproof backpacks are being filled with Hello Kitty pencils and strapped to the backs of your children.

Kids are too afraid to go outside to play.

More shootings than days in the year.

Not willing to give up 'fun' target shooting even on the off chance it might save a life... or twenty.

Someone explain it to me. Make it make sense.


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May humanity heal from this surge of racist evil, this tsunami of hate.
May we find a way to wade through this muck, seal a more peace-filled fate.

May the racist trope that wields the power have his gaslight extinguished, lose his voice.
May those who spew his poisonous lies without conscience, search their souls, make a kinder choice.

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