if a crayon is left in the sun on a sidewalk, it'll melt into art on the sidewalk...but I'll give you the point that the crayon doesn't plan this out
"when I was a boy, my parents kept a gun in the house. It was to protect the 5 children. After a couple of years, they got rid of the gun....to protect the 4 children"......Anthony Jeselnik
Guns don't kill people. People kill people. versus Crayons don't make art. People make art. There is a difference here. And the difference is that guns have a designation, no? They are deadly weapons. @wizenheimer's quote sums it up perfectly: "when I was a boy, my parents kept a gun in the house. It was to protect the 5 children. After a couple of years, they got rid of the gun....to protect the 4 children"......Anthony Jeselnik. It isn't about intent. Their mere existence creates the possibility of a deadly event. Sure, they don't exist in a vacuum. Sure, they have no intention, no brain or blood or nervous system. "So if a Crayon can't create on its own, why is a gun any different?" What a terrifying statement. If a Crayon was DESIGNED to be jabbed up people's noses to color-kill their brains, I'd agree. I think we all would. Saying all this doesn't mean I am for or against guns. It simply means that I recognize their potential. Does the good outweigh the bad? That isn't the point. The point is that by pretending that they aren't dangerous just by existing is absurd and it is hard to have a dialogue on safety or rights or any of that stuff when people pretend otherwise.
People make choices. Holding a pc of steel responsible for that is flawed logic. You can get mad and cuss all you want or you can agree to disagree. I prefer to hold humans responsible for their actions and decisions. Not make excuses. Guns, weapons, have been around since the beginning to time. Its not like guns just appeared in the last 50 years. And yes a kid shooting a gun dad has at home is making excuses for the dad not being responsible. That is black and white. To blame the existence of the gun is insane to me. The father CHOSE to bring it in the house. the father CHOSE to not lock it up. Anything less is an excuse.
anything else is reality....people have never been that fucking responsible....and as it is, you have your gun rights in this country...I chose to disagree with gun ownership beyond manually chambered hunting rifles for rural use ...I've said it many times...better yet...no guns at all. You don't have to agree but you also don't need to belittle my values as excuses...they are opinions...I have strong opinions about it...handgrenades have been around for longer than 50 years....so have lots of destructive things...that doesn't justify propping them up or identifying them as important to mankind although your right in America to be armed and collect ammo is intact. I'm not talking to a gun...I'm talking to you about a gun....
Who said anything about propping guns up or identifying them as important? I know I didnt. So here you are again twisting words around, then you will tell me to ignore you even though you quoted me and now are saying things irrelevant to the convo.... People aren't responsible with cars and they kill. Lets ban them too and blame the cars and not the drivers... People arent responsible with Swords. Ive seen the videos. Lets ban those too. Hey, words can kill. We should ban speech too! Sigh.. Ill pull a Stren. Im right and you are wrong. End of discussion.
I wouldn't have to translate if you didn't use hyperbole to insinuate people are glorifying/propping up guns by simply saying its the owner responsible, not the gun itself. Anyhow.. Okay man.
The following is 100% a true story (and I think I've told part 2 in here before, but whatever): Part 1. I was boy, perhaps 12 years old, exploring a closet with my friend. It was his parent's closet, overflowing with clothes and shoes and cufflinks and ties and the like. We soon came upon an object, its barrel-like shape smooth and oily. He jabbed it into my face, pushing my cheek hard against my teeth. Then rubbed it around on my face. "What is that?" I asked and he shrugged, holding the object in both hands. "I don't know." He turned the base and the object began to vibrate. We laughed and passed it back and forth, at times jabbing each other's facing as it hummed away... It wasn't until years later that I realized it was a vibrator. Part 2. Same friend, same day, same place... Our hands oily from the sex toy, he pulled from a hidden compartment behind his father's sock drawer, a gun. We took it out into the bedroom and sat on the bed, turning it over in our hands. I held it, he held it. He pulled back the slide like they do in the movies then dropped the magazine and pointed the gun at my head. I freaked. "What?" he said. "It's empty." He pulled back the slide and the bullet glinted in the ejection port. Motherfuck.
You are allowed your opinion, but I have lost too many friends to bullets ripping through their bodies to continue this conversation. This post brought to you by the murder of my childhood friend Mujib Dudley, who on a rainy evening in November of 1992 was gunned down on the corner of NE 15th and Alberta. Cause of death...... Inanimate Object.
https://www.heritage.org/firearms/commentary/the-second-amendment-saved-these-gun-owners-lives-april I bet no one reads this......
Man this is a god damn post from 2 years ago dealing with the same person on here about the same god damn topic. I'm not doing this again.
