The tiny town of Payson, AZ where guns outnumber people, there still is movement about gun law reform. Here we have open carry, meaning I am free to walk into Wal-Mart carrying my pistol on my side id walk about the wilderness much the same. There are a few places like government buildings that are ‘no carry’ zones. But the sense that guns have a responsibility with their use seems to be understood.
Then the crazy thought comes along. Which guns are safe in the general publics hands. I’m no hunter, however, If you need a 30 round magazine and a high powered rifle that can remove while chunks of the animals hide coming out on other side of it…. Well, that doesn’t seem like hunting.
I digress. If you need a license to drive a car, maybe you need something to own a killing machine too. I’ll argue a handgun, rifle, or shotgun is a totally different armament than an assualt rifle. Part of the problem is the Congress & the NRA.
Currently, the agency changed with finding out of a gun is owned by someone is called ATF (Alcohol,Tabacco, & Firearms). The ATF investigates as crimes involving guns with multiple fatalities, covering multiple jurisdictions, or involving sales or stolen merchandise. They are prohibited from having a database on gun sales. They have to comb through paper records to chase a guns history of sales. The NRA has argued the government could remove all your guns if they know when you purchase them. So if we can’t trace any gun purchase by computer, does this explain the power of the NRA.
5 million NRA members control the gun safety of 330 million in US. They believe any gun reform is taking away from their 2nd amendment rights (which discusses the right to bear arms & establish militias). They also pay congressmen that support imposing laws that reduce 1st amendment rights when it comes to protesting. Interesting strategy involving freedom. They have dished out hundreds of millions in cash to ensure the gun markers can flood the market unrestricted. People aren’t the only contributors here. Gun markers like selling things too.
These high school kids have to clean up their Grandparents mess from out of date laws & a society that no longer values safety in schools or public.
Not in loss
Just a fading away
Rock solid memories
Bound by times misty echoes
Tangible In name
Cloaked by yesterday
The dreams I can taste
Hopes never leave just hunger
The sunlight reminds
Calendars drift tirelessly
My hold chain for today
Forged long past in the missing
The horizon calls out
My itchy feet desire adventure
Lacking machete and jungle
Not handful of bread crumbs
My inclination for new path waits
Old ways overgrown by baggage
Thickets of others clog their views
Tangles of doubt choke out daylight
No weather vane to show direction
But the horizon is clear
New memories clammer with secrets
Shiny eyes glow in the dawn
Birds sing tunes like hymns
Rainbows lead the way
Past creeks of milk and honey
My itchy feet await the journey
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan!
Lydia stands at the wood’s edge.
“Love is accepting things we can not change.” her voice more defeated than longing.
She feels a slight chill in breeze. Her akimbo pose accentuated by digging the top of her right shoe into the faded plank of the boardwalk.
“Oh, it’s a fen.. Well, I don’tt care what he calls it. It’s a swamp!” She swats at bugs that have found her perfume irresistible. “I should’ve had him go to outlet mall first!”
She looks on the distance at him. If I just stands here long enough maybkille no-one will know we are together.”
The garish orange shirt moves.
“Come here! I told you they were here! Its a bunch of White Pitcher Plants!” Lionel waves her toward him.
“Love is accepting the things we can not change” Lydia tries her mantra. Her feet still partially frozen in place.
I’m wearing the insides out
Abrasive thoughts shape me
Knots twist and turn
Guts tightly strewn about
Breathing held in check
I know how ice feels
I’m wearing the inside out
I free those feelings ruthlessly
Shattering all those binds that tie
Everything you asked why
Tersely thrown at your feet
This is what bothers my being
I’m wearing the inside out
In many ways
10. Boketto (to gaze vacantly into the distance without thinking)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
Nightmares gnarl at my backside. Like some parasite invading every muscle. It nullifies my sleep, misrepresenting my souls graveyard. Negligence keeps its tight leash about my neck. Bells peal calling yet leaving me in boketto.
A small cringe closes upon me. Like a wild wolf cajoling me, your practice of heaping praise seems more than kind. My eyes close to hide the blight called twisted love.