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Personally, I believe that guns give people a false sense of security because chances are that you not necessarily be able to access your weapon for any and every situation.
So, lets say that you have a gun. You are skilled at using the gun. You carrying that gun on you everyday. Do you strap it to your body every second of every day? What if someone breaks into your house while you are in the shower. Do you have access to it at that point? What about while helping the kids do homework? Are you packing heat while helping little Johnny with his algebra? What if that carjacker approaches you so fast and out of the blue that you just didn't have the time to react? Its in your purse on the floor of the backseat, out of your reach.
Its a false sense of security.
Try telling that to the people who have used firearms in self defense and are still alive today - also try telling that to the people whose last living thoughts may very well have been - 'I wish I had a weapon..."
Yes; now you understand the passion of this loose coalition of posters who have been fighting so vigorously to refute the lies, distortions and yes, fake photos of Trayvon Martin. As a mother and an American, I want the kind of society where people can utilize their right to walk the streets without fearing that someone can pursue and kill you. The Martins have shown more grace in their grief than I could.
When listening to the 911 tapes, his mother fell apart when she heard her son crying out just before he was shot. It must anger you as a mother to read the posts that insist a mother does not know her own son's voice.
He's obviously obsesssed with this stuff and the odds were against anything good coming of this obsession with being the neighborhood watch dog. His family did not recognize these disturbing actions? Jeez, his father was a judge. If he is arrested, he will be given a psychological exam, but too bad his family didn't urge him to get one sooner.
Well remember the last police chief of Sanford had a teenage son who with his friends beat up a homeless black man for fun and filmed it.
You would think the parents of child whose father is in law enforcement would know what his child was up to.
As a father and an American, I think most of us would agree with you on this in a perfect world.
You do have to give the family credit, losing a child is a terrible thing to suffer.
But we know that our world is far from perfect; many Americans are actively involved in activities that aim at making the country safe for our
children and grandchildren, who have precious little time for innocence. Part of a citizen's duty is to foster a sense of community in which it is safe again to walk the streets or sleep in confidence that no stranger will kill you at random. Part of the tragedy here is that, like Kitty Genovese, Trayvon Martin's cries for help went unheeded beyond the many 911 calls. It's possible to take personal responsibility for one's life without abdicating
responsibility to fellow citizens.
nope. u jump on an armed man, u lose.
stop persecuting zimmerman and all those cops u jump on, they are supposed to shoot you when u jump on them. u guys have been watching too many kung foo movies. being unarmed does not license u to beat people up. try very hard to image this, gun, knife or club, does not matter, weapons are nature's way of saying ---don't touch.
When some guy is chasing after a black kid muttering "F*cking coons!", I figure he's a racist.
I guess I'm just weird that way ...
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