The popular proposition, 'Guns don't kill, people do' is machinated falsehood. Absolute truth is 'Guns kill, ' people merely activate the trigger. The unarguable fact remains that private gun ownership however righteous the intent, whatever its perceived value, still represents the potential catastrophe in the making. The human condition is such that each of us, in an act of uncontrollable passion is capable of pulling that fateful trigger. Such is our psychological heritage.
We abhor our children playing with matches. As supposedly caring, considerate, intelligent adults - why in hell must we? Tragic events, though reprehensible, still represent opportunity.
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