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Crush -> RE: Mass killings and underlying reasons (4/11/2009 11:15:01 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Owner59
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ORIGINAL: DomImus
The reason those discussions break down in the manner that you indicated is that too many people insist that it is the tool that is the problem and that the problem will be gone if we eliminate the tool. People are perhaps afraid to face the real problem(s). I think part of the problem is that our society has changed so much through technology. In many ways this has been wonderful for us but it has created an information overload. Nobody can deny that life was simpler in simpler times and we have become more complex people in the process, to some extent. I do agree that the steady diet of violence in our entertainment has had an impact - if for no other reason than to deaden our sensitivity to it overall. Also the manner we increasingly communicate with one another - on anonymous forums such as this - has had an impact.
The tool is the problem.
Against a fellow with a knife I have a chance.Against someone with a gun,almost no chance.
Now anyone,even severely disabled or very weak can kill with relative ease.
Now, an average fellow can dispatch people with great speed and efficiency.
Way way way beyond what one man could do w/ one(or two) breech-loaders the Founding Fathers used.Not addressing this borders on criminal negligence.
Actually, against a knife, without a skillset, you don't stand a chance except for a lucky chance.
Against a firearm, you have a chance if you have a chance if you have one too. And with a skillset, that many with firearms gain because they aren't just walking around naked.
And yes, now even those who are disabled or aged CAN stop someone who is young and agile. Or I guess you'd rather they'd just die?
And do a little bit of history research...people had cannons and many other weapons besides breech loaders.
Awaiting your diversion.......
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Never mess with an old man:
An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to clear his parched throat.
He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, 'Hey old man, have you ever danced?'
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, 'No, I never did dance, -- just never wanted to.'
A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and said, 'Well, you old fool, you're gonna' dance now,' and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector in order to not get a toe blown off or his boots perforated was soon hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing.
When the last bullet had been fired the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double barrelled shotgun, and cocked both hammers back. The loud, audible double clicks carried clearly through the desert air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very slowly. The quiet was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. He found it hard to swallow.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands.
The old man said, 'Son, did you ever kiss a mule's ass?'
The boy bully swallowed hard and said, 'No. But I've always wanted to.'
There are two lessons for us all here:
1. Don't waste ammunition.
2. Don't mess with old people.
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