Guns don’t kill people ... guns don’t kill people … guns don’t kill people.
I listen to the NRA mantra as I hear the news tell me that about 50 people have been shot to death by an AR-15. I keep reminding myself, “Guns don’t kill people … Guns don’t kill people … guns don’t kill people…”
I think of the mutilated and blood-drenched bodies stacked one upon the other, but I am consoled by the NRA mantra, “Guns don’t kill people …”
I see the shiny, attractive photo of the AK-15 and listen to the voice-over about the “slick, smooth, powerful, guaranteed to destroy whatever stands in your way …”
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And I think, “Guns don’t kill people …”
Somehow the mantra fails to dissolve the picture of mass horror. Maybe if I keep repeating it, it will come true. Guns don’t kill people.
In spite of the mantra, I keep seeing the blood of the murdered in Orlando on the hands of congressional Republicans.