Once again, we are faced with battle lines being drawn; we can all see there’s something happening here. We can’t avoid the man with the gun over there, telling me I got to beware.
For it is now a grotesquely common cultural oddity unique to the United States; more American than apple pie, baseball and even mom.
Those affected are revisited by grief with each subsequent mass shooting; reminded time and again, that they’re among the statistics that have become the line drawn in the sand. With each mass shooting, new faces stream across the media, joining the previous; bonded with a common thread that should never have been spun. Shouting, crying, asking; “why” and repeating over and over; I think it’s time we stop! And oh how they wish, after every mass shooting, they could take them into their arms, warning them; children what’s that sound?
But they can’t. They scream “I think it’s time we stop; everybody look - what’s going down? Our children are gone; our lives are devastated.
But the killers of children, parents, lovers and siblings refuse to admit culpability in the paranoia that is theirs:
“the gun grabbers are after my precious. They’re there I know they are; clandestinely and insidiously scheming to take from my cold, dead hands my precious. We must defend precious at all costs, even life, for that is but collateral damage, expendable; they can all die in martyrdom for my precious. As long as that life is someone else’s; preferably the women and children we use as human shields. After all, we wouldn’t want to die in vain without the drama of their blood flowing into the streets; what good is a bloodless show, a show of someone’s death protecting my precious?”
There’s battle lines being drawn alright, and those battle lines are; the streets of freedom, safety and liberty?
The bearers of precious are here to guard our freedoms and will gladly gun down any who disagree with them. Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong, so we’ll simply shoot in the name of freedom. Oh what lovely freedom! In the US of A; where we can roam the streets without fear of becoming another statistic! Not a group of deranged, paranoid killers in sight thanks to those with their precious.
The parents and the lovers of those gone know all too well that paranoia strikes deep; into your life it will creep, without a moment’s notice. But, we can let freedom ring, for we have given our young people speaking their minds; given the cause our hopes, our loved ones in the name of the second. Wondrous freedom; such comfort to know we are safe to roam our safe streets.
What a field day for the heat. A thousand people in the street, singing songs and carrying signs; mostly saying hurray for our side. They lost their loved ones, but it’s worth it in the name of the second. As long as it’s someone else’s loved ones.
You’ve taken it all out of context you say? “This is not about guns or the freedom to carry assault weapons to buy hamburgers; this is about outrage against the man. And so are we.”
Well I MAY have taken the lyrics out of context, but you have MOST CERTAINLY taken out of context, the second amendment.
You have infringed upon my freedom to walk my streets without the fear of being gunned down by the lunatics with access to just about any firearm manufactured; the liberty to own your precious does not trump my freedom to live without fear.
Your precious is not worth one more life; not one more grieving parent whose life has been dubbed collateral damage for a “right” that you grossly misinterpret so you can find your balls while hiding behind dead women and children.”
And these are mass SHOOTINGS! So your argument "why not control knives, or baseball bats, or steel-toed shoes, or as in one Mother Jones video; bathtubs" or any of your other lame arguments that are absurdly juvenile and utterly nonsensical. The problem is a lack of control on firearms. How many people have died in mass knifings?
Paranoia strikes deep