Yeah, I had to LOL at the first half of this. It's FUNNY because it's TRUE.
They are far more likely to use those guns killing someone they know and love in a "domestic dispute". Or in an "accident", or suicide, or a child shooting a child.
Having GUNS in the house makes you LESS SAFE in general.
My younger brother shot and killed his ex-wife on the day the divorce was finalized. Then, he shot their two kids, the dogs, set the house on fire, and finally shot himself. He just couldn't let her go.
That's when I stopped having a gun in my house. A decision that I know has saved my life several times in moments of profound despair.
When it comes to the "killing part", most people don't think they will ever have to do that. They sorta imagine the GUN is a "magic stick". One that will make people FEAR and OBEY you if you wave it at them.
Without training, practice, or experience they imagine they can FIGHT a "battle" and emerge triumphant. Professionals have a name for people like that.
We call them "corpses".
Imagine there’s no Heaven
I do not dream.
Or, if I do, I almost never remember them.
I am not haunted by my past. Of the sexual molestation I suffered at my father’s hands. Of watching my best friend drown in a flood swollen river that we fell into when I was eight. Of falling in a climbing accident as a teenager and being in a coma for a week.
None of that haunts me.
I do not have PTSD symptoms although I have killed in close combat. I do not remember their faces and I have no regrets over their deaths. In both cases they were trying to kill me and in one case he almost succeeded. I have scars that are testament to his skill and determination.
But that was long ago, in a far away land and I do not think of it often. It is in the past and I have never dreamed of it. Not even once.
I do not dream.
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make ME?
The Tyger - William Blake
