Guns are of the Devil
Anyone who has a gun, ever had a gun, ever been around other people with guns, or even ever thought about a gun, knows from visceral first hand experience that the mere presence of a gun changes the spirit of any social gathering. Anyone with a shred of honesty will admit that when one holds a gun, a real gun that is loaded, it does things to your mind. Not healthy things.
Firearms — not meaning Grandad’s squirrel rifle — the kind that are designed for the express purpose of killing other human beings: handguns, tactical shotguns and rifles, and assault weapons — are demonic. That’s the spirit, the evil one, they introduce into the commons, a new possibility, that someone has the capacity and apparent willingness to snuff out a human life . . . and that they can do so with this terrible machine. A couple of pounds of pressure on a trigger, a loud noise, and you’ve changed the world by removing one of its inhabitants.
Anyone who’s ever spent time in places where human-killer firearms are on display everywhere — remembering El Salvador now when I was there in 1985 — knows that the Devil has run amok and can show up anywhere at any time, without warning . . . and swallow up the ones you love. And the Devil’s in power — his guns are power, the blind and most brutal form of power. Bang, you’re dead.
In the last few years, we are seeing this demonic condition actively pursued by a well-organized political movement; and they’ve succeeded in doing the Devil’s home makeover. How many times in recent years have we watched gun fetishists invade the commons; and how has it made everyone feel? I feel a little like I did around Mejicanos neighborhood in San Sal, where thug-leadership Suburbans rolled through the streets, the flash suppressors poking out of every window.
I’ll be short.
We really need laws that are as restrictive about firearms as, say, Iceland. No more unlicensed firearms anywhere, any time, any how. No more concealed carry. Especially no more open carry. No more ownership of assault rifles, sniper guns, tactical shotguns, or handguns. Period. Full fucking stop.
These things are destroyers of the commons, the Devil’s colonization of our commons, infernal machines, little demons, and they need to be melted down for garden spades.
I’m not the first to say it.