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Don’t Arm Teachers – It’s Not Their Job to Take Down Your Crocodile

Crocodile

Here we are again. Where we shouldn’t be. We will soon approach the point when everyone is tired of arguing. So it will die down…until the next massacre.

I told myself – again – that I would not get sucked into another debate on social media. No one ever seems to “win.” But guess who suffers the casualty of “losing”?

Past and future victims. And that’s why I’ve become Momma Bear. I see myself as those parents who are dying with grief. It CAN happen to me – to my children.

They can’t buy beer, but they can buy an AR-15.

One of my FB friends asked the question that I desperately want a valid answer for – why does ANYONE need an AR-15?

We never got an answer to justify the deaths of children. And it took a looong time to pull out answers. They kept giving garbage about how I would want someone trained with those weapons in the event of an emergency, not some one who barely uses them. I’ve never done any speed shooting, so I don’t “get it.”

Very high and mighty.

At one point, out of frustration, I finally asked, “I don’t know you from Adam. I couldn’t care less how trained you are. I care that our MILITARY is well trained. What do you honestly need training against? Do you think the cast of the Walking Dead are going to break off set to destroy your precious paper targets?”

That was probably too far and earned me the labels of obtuse and silly. But I’d rather be silly and know the value of human life than high and mighty while children are dying.

He tried to quote Reagan to me: “We must reject the idea that every time a law is broken, society is guilty rather than the lawbreaker. It is time to restore the American precept that each individual is accountable for his actions.”

Oh yeah. Real succinct.

So I quoted back and told him to go get eaten by his crocodile. He never posed a solution and admitted that he didn’t have one.

Nevertheless, his crocodile is on the loose and is capable of 45 rounds per minute.

So after my Walking Dead jab, Mr. Don’t Take Away My Toys impressed how important it was for him to defend his property. I never said he couldn’t, just that an AR-15 is not necessary. He said, “You obviously haven’t the slightest clue what stresses the mind goes through in a violent confrontation and the additional stress endured deciding to draw and fire at another human being, especially one that may or may not already be shooting at you.” 

And now we want to arm TEACHERS? I tried to teach high school in Florida. Twice. Like so many others, I burned out because of the stress.

How in the world is that gonna end well?

The way to deal with this crocodile is to take responsibility for it. NRA money is worthless compared to the lives of our children. So let’s stop living in this dystopia. Our children are begging you.

The AR-15 is being called a scapegoat by people like Mr. Don’t Take Away My Toys. I’ve heard it over and over. They can call it a scapegoat. It doesn’t change that fact that there is no other purpose for it than to take LOTS of human lives. That’s what it was designed to do. Using it to defend your home is like using a sledgehammer to put a nail in a wall to hang a picture. Yes, they probably thought that analogy was silly too.

Despite, what they think, I “get it.” I get protecting your home. I get hunting for food and even (though I don’t particularly like it) sport. What I don’t get is why it’s worth losing the lives of children for them to do it with an AR-15.

GROW UP!

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Blogging Contest · NaNoWriMo · Writing

#29 Thoughts On Completing This Contest?

I feel like this contest was my NaNo warm-up. At first, I cranked out the posts and I was way ahead of schedule. But I wasn’t done when I went on vacation. No matter. I could get a few done during the trip, and at the rate I was going, I could easily finish when we got back.

Then Grannie died rather suddenly.

Along with the torrent of emotions and distraction of family, some of whom I hadn’t seen in over 10 years, I confess I didn’t get any posts written.

Boom!

I lost my “lead” and began to feel like a procrastinating school kid who doesn’t finish their essay till the night before it’s due. As it is, while I write this, it is October 30th, I’ve got the last topic to write plus the “Day in the Life” post which I sort of skipped because for me, it required a bit of background reading. I’ve finished the research on that one, but still need to write it out.

To my credit, we also had computer issues too these last few days. I’ve had to write out most of my final posts from my tablet, hunt and peck style. Ugh. But now, two days before the posts are due, we finally got the computer reimaged so I can add my links and pictures (and type normally).

But you know what? I’m glad I had stresses and distractions that kept me from finishing early (obviously, I really could have done without the sudden loss of a loved one). But I should get done on time, and the stress has boosted my confidence that I can do this NaNo thing.

So thank you Jessica! Whether or not you choose me as the winner, I’ve already “won.” And look at that! Another post finished and two left to go! 😀

[This post was written as a part of the NaNoWriMo Pre-game Kick Off over at Jessica Schmeidler’s blog.]

NaNo word count: 25,289. We ended up needing a new computer anyway, so I did something I never do. I waited for 2 hours last night at Office Depot for the pre-Black Friday sale. Got a great deal, but I don’t want to do it again. lol