Guns

Are not the problem



The language surrounding guns

Is the majority of the problem

It is too easy to get tangled

Up in the flag with words like

Rights to defend and protect

Well, of course, that sounds noble

No one wants to take that away

It is in the “original” document

Oh wait….. after it was amended

In the second of ten immediate fixes

Plus, seventeen more over time

Only three are commonly known

First about speech, second about arms

Fifth about keeping one’s mouth shut

Anyway, all the language is vague


What does the right to bear arms really mean?

• The right to bear arms generally refers to a person’s right to possess weapons. Over the years, the Supreme Court has interpreted the Constitution’s right to bear arms as an individual self-defense right, making it very difficult for Congress to regulate guns.


https://constitution.findlaw.com/



Unfortunately, the amendment has devolved into the right to murder whoever one wants, simply because they purchased a gun “legally.”

Legal or illegal, bipedal earthling artists are dead as a result.

Ooopsie.

That and keep people divided, not between Republicans and Democrats, liberals and conservatives, blue states and red states, rather between the living and the dead, above the ground or below the ground, survivor or martyr.

In the interest of transparency for the collective to consider is keeping the amendment, just altering its cliche mantra of a “right” to bear arms, to the “right” to freely murder.

That is what is being protected. The “right” to kill, injur, slaughter, maim, etc. It would close the gap between that dichotomous divide between doublethink and doublespeak to clearly communicate what society wants. An individual’s right to murder.

And why not? The government has the right to murder eliminate enemy and non enemy non combatants. De-populate an area and neutralize people. Administer lethal injection or detrimental voltage. All at the expense of taxpayers and evolution.

So much for being Pro-life. Ooopsie.

Besides, if one is not doing it for attention or suicide by cop. There is a 50 / 50 chance of not getting caught. Those are Las Vegas roulette odds of landing on red (blood on the hands) sorta getting away with it, or black (dried blood on the hands) getting caught.

In Germany, it is only a 10% chance. Chicago has a 70% odds in favor of never. Let me repeat that of never getting caught.

Think of the commerce it would free up, just by changing the language from euphemism to clearly accurate. People could buy flamethrowers, rocket launchers, grenades, etc, all in the name of their second amendment right to murder. Which has nothing to do with “self-defense.” Plus, it would add more jobs to the economy. One that would need more casket makers, grave diggers, and florists.


“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin


“Sniper”


“It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.

I didn’t really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.

He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.

You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I’m home.
When I’m home.
Take me home.

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.

He said Listen you people I’ve got a question
You won’t pay attention but I’ll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you ’till now.
Right now !

Am I?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I?
If I’m alive then there’s so much I’ve missed.
How do I know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?

The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.

He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That’s all. Just once, that was all.

Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.

He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.

Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.

They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV’s.
In appropriately sober tone they asked “Who can it be?”

He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.

They’re coming to get me, they don’t want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It’s getting on noon now, it’s goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound!

Mama, won’t you nurse me?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it’s getting worse for me.
Won’t you please make me warm and mindless?

Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!

The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they’ll be here, but there’s nothing to fear.
Not any more though they’ve blasted the door.

As the copter dropped the gas he shouted “Who cares?” .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.

Am I?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You’ve given me my answer can’t you see?
I was!
I am!
And now I will be
I will be”

– Harry Chapin



“Jeremy”

“At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay
In pools of maroon below

Daddy didn’t give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn’t care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Clearly I remember
Pickin’ on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady’s breast

How could I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard

Daddy didn’t give affection, no!
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today

(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)”

– Pearl Jam