(February 10, 2016 at 2:39 pm)Aegon Wrote:(February 10, 2016 at 12:17 am)God of Mr. Hanky Wrote: I don't care if you kill yourself in your muscle car, but I'll probably sit up and take notice if I find it in my back seat, or in my living room. So why aren't the liberals trying to ban muscle cars?
Classic argument. Also a bad one. Guns have one purpose: to shoot. Its primary purpose is to be used as a weapon. There's no practical reason for a gun like there is a car or a knife or a bat or any other object that could be used as a weapon despite not being manufactured as one. You buy a gun because you want to either shoot things, shoot animals, shoot people, or some or all of the above. You're not using a gun to get to work. You're not using a gun to slice bread. You're not using a gun to play baseball. You're using a gun to shoot.
And so? Target shooting is a great sport, so is biathlon. Also if you live in the country there is lots of practical reasons to own a gun, namely getting pests off your land and because it can take a really long time for highway patrol to get to your house. The key here isn't jumping to either extreme. If you wonna deal the gun problem itself, then you need common ground, none of this shrieking from the right or left. Also you need to deal with the gun lobby and money in politics.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
