I agree that guns are not THE problem. Bottom line is that an absence of love is the "soul" root of it. However, guns and gun attitudes are a contributor to the problem. How to solve this, the conundrum. On a related note, I do think if you have actual amorous feelings for your lethal weapon of choice, and/or you think it is actually an ANSWER to what is going on, then there is something wrong in your head. If you read that last statement to mean that I am against guns for self-protection, I suggest you get out of the head I was speaking of and re-read it. Do not bother arguing with me on this because I am not wrong, and there is no way to prove otherwise, so do not send me your manipulated stats or stories to prove something to me. The only thing that will prove is that you are still missing the point.
Oh, and by the way, just because someone chooses not to own a gun does not make them a "pussy," as a few of you have so eloquently put it! If a person is not comfortable with a lethal weapon, then they should not have one. Shut the hell up with that, seriously. Guns are NOT for everyone... as evidenced by every other day on the news! Here is another thing on that note to shut the hell up about: it being a liberal agenda.
If you are sick and tired of me being on my soapbox about the gun issue, or about the way people of color are seen and treated, whether friend or family, say goodbye to me now, because I will not sit down and be quiet.
If red-headed, freckled, or blonde and blue-eyed, or people that look like me (white, brunette with brown eyes) were being marginalized -- or worse -- were being TARGETED for slaughter (YES, SLAUGHTER!), would you still be sitting quietly? Would you still be rolling your eyes at me if these people being assassinated, murdered, looked like your very own children??? This is the world I have had to bring my children up in, and that my children will have to bring their children up in. I had hoped for so much more! And if you still cannot seem to align your conscience with this, consider that it is the same world you are bringing your white children up in. Hello! The huge difference is that some of these people have targets on them. Would you feel differently then? What if it was YOUR sweet little seven year old blonde daughter... your 87 year old grandfather... your favorite red-headed Irish pastor... your young up-and-coming cousin... the single mom next door...? See? THAT difference of reaction is an ABSENCE of love at its core! And I CANNOT tolerate it and neither should you! I'm so SICK of the apathy. As I stated in a previous post:
Your disinterest in what I have to say, your scoffing at my personhood and my knowledge and feelings, your racial brush-off to me translates that you think that somehow my children are less important to me than your children are to you.And I will add to that to be even more clear: Not only is there a disconnect in that some do not comprehend in real-time how important my children are to me, but the really scary part is that my children's value is MADE less because they do not look like them, because they are black. Their lives are not as valued. (And, yes, literally my children are biracial. No need to attempt to make a point with that here. Truth is, when my children walk out my door, the world sees a black person. And even if they were able to see a biracial or multiracial person, they would still marginalize them because of it. Because... not white.
My oldest (“Sweet”) shortly before he got promoted to big brother in 1989. Then, I had hopef thst the world would be a kinder, more fair place for him. Still hoping.
The very same people who were up in arms over Sandy Hook or the Colorado movie theater slaughter (rightfully so) are now silent about the Charleston 9 terrorist attack, and it is noticeable. So I do not think it is only the terrorists in these incidents whose heads need to be examined. Further, it is not just a problem in the head, it is a heart condition, a sick soul condition in mankind. I cannot say "in humanity " because sometimes I feel I can barely sense its existence.
So if you now find yourself annoyed with me over this, I label you as having also a listening problem and incapable of examining yourself and how your very own attitude actually plays a role in this soul sickness. Another label. No one likes them.
Yeah, I am BEYOND angry. Fed up. In fact, for once, I cannot even find that single adjective to describe my feelings. What I recognize is I am struggling with anger and do not like it, and that I will no longer participate with others in stifling myself.
I have some work to do. I hope you recognize what there is for you to do.