No AR15 bearing hater or nitwit
is going to have a go at the hands that feed it.
No. Somebody exasperated or temporarily insane
is going to do it.
A mother,
or school child,
or theatre-goer,
or gay, now,
the variety is growing,
is going to go in
and shoot up a gun lobby meeting
and pause their crowing;
or maybe somebody already inside,
or bodies,
on a day
of meetings
nationwide.
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