A man walks into a building, looking around he sees the horror of what once was. There are holes in the walls from strongly forced metal. You’d think this was a robbery gone wrong type of crime scene or something to do with gang violence, but no. He has walked into an elementary school. Our babies, our future is being demolished. What we do is fight against an abiotic object if which appears to have its own mind to us. It has no control over its actions. The person in control does. We don’t need control over guns, but rather fear the real danger: us.
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