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Governor Sam Brownback has signed a law that permits the carry of concealed weapons in the State of Kansas without permit Starting this July.  That means any moron over 21 can pack his or her pistol when he goes out to do his or her daily moron activities; such as patrol the neighborhood, a la George Zimmerman.

Here are a few reasons why this is a horrid idea:

Guns don't kill people.  People with gun's kill people:

     So I'm supposed to believe we are safer now that more people have guns on them?  Right.

Everyone can't shoot straight:
 
     Let's say some old lady isn't too happy about the guy breaking in to her car and decides that it's time to pull out the .380 on his ass.  Her eyes aren't too good, her arthritis is signaling an upcoming storm and last night's episode of CSI really got her knickers in a bunch.  On her best day she couldn't hit a barn at 10 paces but she don't know that.  Best case scenario, she hits her windshield and would-be-burglar runs off.  Worst case scenario, she fires a bullet through the neighbor's window, killing a sleeping infant and the burglar returns fire and sends her to a maker a couple of weeks early.  We can't have normal people deciding this outcome on a daily basis.

We all go a little crazy, sometimes:

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Carolyn Burnham is out there, people. 

    We've all had those days when we just ain't got it.  Hell some of us have had years like that.  Perfectly normal people go through dark times and at those times we don't need to be armed; let alone when we happen to be stuck in traffic and seriously want to shoot ourselves.  Worse, we don't need to be armed when we catch our significant other smooching somebody else in McDonald's.  If Carolyn Burnham would have caught Lester pulling the pants off of some 18-year old booty his ass would have got shot...10 minutes earlier than he did.  Okay maybe not the best example but you see where I'm going.  No reason to die or murder over an ass that scrawny.

Cops are people, too:

     Cops watch the same TV as the rest of us.  They get subjected to the same ideals that make us believe that every young Black man spends 80% of his day doing crime and therefore one with a gun is a menace to society.  Personally, I get a little nervous every time a cop runs up on me until he identifies himself as a friendly (as many officers have done in the past), and I ain't even young anymore.  I wonder if I will get the same treatment when they notice I'm carrying a Glock in a shoulder holster.  I fucking doubt it.  Don't get me wrong, I completely understand their mentality.  Poor people are basically in occupied territory when it comes to American police.  They control us by force because that is their jobs.  We commit crimes because starving is not an option.  You'd rather die in a gunfight than starve, trust me on that one.  What we end up with is guys with guns versus guys with guns and now we throw innocent people with guns in the mix... Awesome problem solving, Kansas Legislature.

Some people are asking for a bullet:

     I know this guy, for anonymity's sake, let's call him "My neighbor Randy".  My neighbor Randy has anger issues.  I frequently hear him cursing at his 5 year old, his dad or the skinny blonde that he cheats on his woman with.  He doesn't have the mental capacity to diffuse a situation as dramatic as his son having parked his bicycle in the street.  If an armed man taps his car, slaps his unparented child or confronts him for banging his old lady, My neighbor Randy is going to be a dead motherfucker.


Now, I know the logic behind the bill.  All American's supposedly have the constitutional right to bear arms.  This is meant to protect property and form militias in case the King of England want's to get brolic.  It is meant to protect ALL of us, not the cowardly few that think they need a piece to run to the gas station.

So who wins in this quagmire?  The NRA of course.  Again they have proven that buying lawmakers can increase sales and gun ownership, justifying their kickbacks from Colt, Remington, Strum, Ruger and their ilk.

These people make instruments that kill 30,000 people a year just in their own country.  In a country where they can put you in jail for driving a pound of weed across state lines they commit this treason and are rewarded by the billions of dollars and we are sitting around debating Gay marriage!?  Seriously guys, we are trading our lives for profits and the only ones we have entrusted to be on watch are the Sam Brownbacks of the world who will gladly sign our safety away with the stroke of a pen.

It is our blood against their dollars and we are literally getting killed out there.

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