Not an even fight I am sitting in my home office/study reading two letters from a couple of guys who took exception to a letter I wrote a few weeks ago. A little background on me. I am looking at a …
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Not an even fight
I am sitting in my home office/study reading two letters from a couple of guys who took exception to a letter I wrote a few weeks ago. A little background on me. I am looking at a 7-foot sailfish mount on one wall, a 6-by-6 Elk rack over my fireplace and a 34-inch lake trout mount on another wall. I gave up hunting about 15 years ago when I just got tired of killing things. I made my first kill when I was 12 years old.
I was born in 1933, when criminals like Bonnie and Clyde and John Dillinger were still folk heroes and gangsters like Al Capone ruled with their “Tommy” guns. Law enforcement was outgunned and machine guns and some weapons of war, BARs, were eventually banned. This is not a new America, but 1930 revisited. I am not anti-free speech or Second Amendment, but anti-drivel.
Putting any gun less powerful than an assault rifle in a classroom would make a modern teacher no more effective stopping a gunman, with an an assault rifle, than a 1930s policeman with a six-shot revolver facing a Tommy Gun.
I stand by my original statement.
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