Guns don't kill. People kill. Well, except for when ...

I played with guns as a kid. Real guns. Unloaded. Loaded. Rifles. Shotguns. Pistols, Fully automatic weapons.

I owned toy guns that looked just like the real thing including the Martian ray gun from the Bugs Bunny Cartoons.

So back to the title.

Guns don't kill. People kill.

Except for combat. Obviously. Humans made guns to kill more people faster during war. The butter knife has its purpose. The longer lasting light bulb shines brighter and longer. And, guns. Made to kill. But, if you want to argue that people kill, let's talk war. Again.

Barney Fife didn't fight in any wars and did just fine with one pistol bullet secured inside a buttoned shirt pocket. Today's military carries semi-auto weapons into combat. Mostly. But, dang, even a semi-auto pumps out death at a pretty high rate of speed compared to Barney's only bullet. In that shirt pocket. Closed with a button.

In combat, we can't have a buttoned down bullet delaying death. No. So our soldiers pop off a bunch of shots. Bombs, too. Seems like I've heard a rumor that our soldiers fire thousands of bullets without hitting or killing the enemy. So we miss a little. Okay, so we miss a lot.

Where do the misses go?

That's the mystery exception to Guns don't kill; People kill.

So unlike Barney's bloused bullet, Private Billy Blastoff pops off his thousand round quota in a combat zone and hits a few civilians. Now, he didn't mean to do it. No one calls it murder. No Patriot anyway. Nope. So how did it happen if a human didn't intend for it to happen?

Well, the gun did it. A perfectly normal thing that soldiers call, collateral damage. Sargent Carter didn't order Private Pyle to blast Baghdad Betty and her baby. The gun did it. Has to be the gun. Must be the gun. Can't be anything else.

Cause when a baby gets shot, through an apartment wall in a city like Chicago, it was a bad guy who did. The wrong kind of person to own a gun.

In combat, it was the gun. Unless we want to be ethical and call it murder. The wrong kind of person with a gun. A bad guy.

Here's my point, the gun doesn't care who owns, who points it, or who dies. It just kills. Humans provide the labels depending on philosophy.

Back when I was a kid, playing with real and toy guns, I knew that only the bad guys died and the good guys always won. Now, I'm grown the my Martian death ray retired. I know what others deny. Guns kill innocent people despite the platitudes and philosophies.

The real President of the United States.

"With Malice towards none, with Charity towards all."

These were the words of the First Republican President after 48 months of war, after being called a traitor, a murderer, the Black Republican, jackass, imbecile, the Illinois ape, and a baboon by the enemies who would kill him.

"I heard poorly rated Morning Joe speaks badly of me (don't watch anymore). Then how come low I.Q. Mike, along with Psycho Joe ... "

The words of perhaps the last Republican President after a television segment. With these and other words, we have discussed his fitness for the office. Now we should discuss how he is fit for removal from that office.

But, we cannot yet pardon him by removal. We must, before before pardon, continue the many investigations in collusion with Russia to determine the legitimacy of Trump, Pence, and the whole administration.

I remember the Nixon pardon ending the Watergate investigation. I remember how the Iran/Contra investigations ended when a Republican President gave pardons to former Cabinet members convicted and to others facing trial I will not have my children and grandchildren remember how we looked away from the harsh, post election accusations of Russia selecting the winner of the 2016 Elections.

Just as Lincoln sought a moral right and a godly justice, we must, like him, seek an end to mindless conflict, character attacks, and illegitimate government.

Trump begs for removal from office. Let the hand of Justice remove him, not the partisan expediency of politicians.

You never hear it coming

Remember the episode on M.A.S.H. when Hawkeye reunites with an old friend who enlisted in the Army so he could write a book about War?

The title for the proposed book was, "You never hear it coming." That happy episode? Sometimes you hear the bullet.

Parents. You're never going to hear the bullet that kills your child. They play with your loaded guns when you're not around. Maybe you'll hear a dull thud like sound. But, the bullet will tear through that little body faster than the speed of sound. They won't hear the bullet but they will feel the burning gasses, the hellish bullet tearing flesh, and the thunder clap shock wave forming a cavitation chamber.

Cavitation chamber. The bullet causes the body's liquids to form gasses as it crushes through flesh. The cavity closes at least part way after the shot. Never all the way. The forensic pathologist knows. As soon as the file opens.

GSW, Through and Through path, front to back, 12 year old child, male, DOA ...

Over 1300 times a year. Once is too often. Even if it's not your child.

Remember, there are two rules in the Gun Control Debate.
Rule Number One, 1300 children die per year from gunshot wounds.

Rule Number Two, Doctors can't change Rule Number One.

Karen Handel graduates high school. Secret up gown pictures found on Jon Ossoff shoes.

Robbie, the Friendly Opinion Bot, shared my morning coffee. Gosh, he's a great bot. Always polite and as well mannered as a modern Rhett Butler.

After he poured me a second cup of my homemade covfefe latte, he got quiet then asked me in that smooth contralto bot voice, 'What's been bothering you, Mike?'
LIke a good penitent, I confessed, 'My news feed seems thinner than the feed all my friends get."

Robbie waved his arms and I thought he was going to say, "Warning, Will Robinson!" Finally, he retracted those lovable arms and said, "You're not getting out as much as your friends. It's narrowing your bot interactions. Go visit the wireless at a high end coffee house. Maybe get some food at a convenient, chain restaurant with free wireless in the dining area. No more drive-thru, Mike. Go inside and meet the other bots. I can't give you all the fake news all by myself."


I knew I was going to recover when I heard Robbie say,

"'Ship my pants? Right here? Ship my pants, you're kidding,' the man says.
'You can ship you pants right here," the Kmart worker says.'"

Robbie new there's nothing like a retail commercial linking Big Gas and box stores to get my attention before refreshing my news feed with subliminal messages to make me feel happy as I borrow money from China to make my campaign contributions to 6th District Karen Handel.

Because we're not getting screwed enough

Human sexual desire explained using porn search terms.

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2007 | Year of MILF

2008 | I won't post that title

2009 | Watch your Neighbors

2010 | Let your neighbors watch you

2011 | Sexual Addictions

2012 | Betty or Veronica

2013 | Is this an election year

2014 | The Year of Belle Knox

2015 | Sex on the Step Master

2016 | Planning for Retirement

2017 | Must we again