My Dad as a Young Gun
Over the years, I have used a gun exactly 0 times, having no real occasion to take a life, but there's always tomorrow when the Chinese attack.
I guess the state of Virginia has special affection for the Second Amendment and the NRA (National Rifle Association); they rank right up there with God's forgiveness and possibly incest. I postulate that the writers of the Second Amendment did not envision a strong accommodation of mass murder. We country folks are a patriotic lot and we love our country's flags, both of them. Mathews even has the Confederate Flag Tour, should you have time on your hands, which is a subset of the Elevated Chassis Pickup Parade. (I just made those up, but I could conduct a sightseeing tour of those places.)
If memory serves, Virginia has moved hard right in the places we allow guns to be present. Thank goodness we can attend state parks fully-armed and know that going to a night club is more exhilarating with the added danger of not only getting a STD (sexually transmitted disease), but of being shot by a stray bullet as well. I like dancing, but hot music should be the motivator, not a sadistic gunslinger.
No Guns Just Queen Anne's Lace
A Member of the Carrot Family
Events of the last few days bring home the reason we should not be accommodating gun lunacy, and yet you know we will. That is the definition of insanity: knowing you're driving off a cliff and accelerating. What would sane people do? We can only wonder.
Meanwhile, we oil "Old Betsy" and the familiar amnesia sets in until the next mass shooting by a dissociative miscreant brings us back to reality.