“Turn your grief into action” – President Obama

If we truly love, we can grieve without guilt. Don’t ask yourself, is there something you could have done or said?  We can tell ourselves, as the tears well up in our eyes, it’s not our fault, we didn’t pull the trigger. Except if you’re a lawmaker.

“Should I get the hell out? Or become a General some day?” “How about a mandatory psych evaluation?”

Look in the mirror. Some of you assholes don’t have to cry, the unfeeling pricks you are, but you CAN pass appropriate gun legislation. You have the opportunity to prevent future grief, even if you don’t cry with us or feel our pain. You can’t legislate common sense, but you can, as an example, create and pass laws that prevent the mentally deficient and criminals from legally purchasing weapons.

Start with requiring Psychiatric Evaluations, administered by professionals. Not only for gun ownership, but also prior to military service and law enforcement positions. Strengthen the laws regarding background checks. You can legislate multi-round clips out of existence, unless you are sitting in a foxhole in some war.

You can make that AR-15 look like a Bunny Rabbit or a broomstick. I could care less what it looks like. Pass laws which limit the capacity of the clips feeding that weapon. My vote is for a limit of three rounds per clip for civilian ownership of ANY firearm, including pistols.

I also think in order to get your NRA membership, you should be required to spend a day in a morgue, looking at dead bodies, like in Chicago. The reality of seeing corpses of men, women and children with bloody bullet holes should not only be a NRA membership requirement, it also should be of part of the requirements for gun ownership in general.

“Blame it on the Bossa Nova, and all the fucking idiots”, also, “Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing!”

Quotes for the day: “Broccoli farts smell better than zucchini farts”

“Intelligence, or lack thereof, and Common Sense, have absolutely nothing in common – T. C. Saxe

“The horror……the horror” “like I was shot with a diamond…a diamond bullet right through my forehead”.