Little Hands and Cold Dead Ones
It’s been a few days since the murders at the school in Newtown Connecticut. It was hard talking to my nine year old son, Mark. My wife Jane was crying and he looked more scared for her. Mark’s teachers tried but death…Mark is a smart kid and dying is more for movies and video games. He knows enough to know people don’t have reset buttons but it isn’t that real to him otherwise.
That was when I realized it wasn’t that real to me either, though I was angry and sad and fearful.
Then I read a comment in Huffington Post from a man who called himself Gohmpers, just Gohmpers.
He wrote:I wrote this is in response to gun-toting posters on Breitbart.com who were arguing their pro gun position in defiance of the death of so many schoolchildren: The best thing about this gun debate is that it PROVES without a doubt that Conservatives have learned nothing from the last Presidential election. I love principles, I stand on them when my wife and friends tell me it’s time for even me to move on. But, as long as innocent young boys and innocent young girls are being assaulted and murdered in a religious country of families and it is covered in every media known to man (American schoolchildren have been mass murdered and in their own good neighborhood school); while NRA guys persist in fighting gun control though it’s not, it’s gun violence control and they insist that they must protect the Second Amendment as if it were cast on Mt. Sinai, even though the Second Amendment could never be overturned without their help; The more the pro gun people persist, the fewer allies they will have (They will not have parents, uncles and aunts,cousins and, of course, schoolchildren…), the more liberal the Gun CONTROL legislation that eventually does pass a Democratic Majority House and a filibuster proof Senate to be signed by a Democratic President with a mandate to become the law of the land, validated 6-3 by a Progressive Supreme Court It is then these gun toters will have their final wish, their guns will be pried from their cold dead hands.
From Gohmpers’ keyboard to God’s ears.