But We Continue to Wonder Why This Happens

I didn't grow up in a house with guns, handguns, or rifles. We thought of ourselves as living in the sticks, though with the exception of the last house that both my mother and father lived in (which was NOT technically at the end of the earth, though you could see the end of the earth from their driveway) but we were more suburban than urban or wilderness.

There were a lot of us and all of us were varying degrees of headstrong and opinionated so it may have been for the best that we weren't any more weaponized than we were (and quite often we were already more weaponized than we needed to be).   

I get the whole Second Amendment thing, despite what any ammosexuals might think of my cognitive abilities. After all, it's not that hard to learn by heart, "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed." especially when it suits your purposes to not consider the first thirteen words (as they are inconvenient for so many GI Joes and Janes). 

What I don't get is how I live in a country with more guns than people and what so many of those people think is 'reasonable and responsible' to own in terms of guns. And if you're one of those RWNJs whose convinced the Deep State gummint is comin' for your guns then I don't think we have anything more to say to one another.

One hundred Americans die from gun violence every day of the calendar year. 
E.V.E.R.Y. day.

This time one year ago was just another day like E.V.E.R.Y. other day here in the Land of the Round Doorknobs. Only the locale changed. And all we did afterward is all we do E.V.E.R.Y. single time it happens. Nothing. 
-bill kenny