Our gun culture walks with me
Glanced at the headline of the Albuquerque Journal just before heading for the river and my beautiful peaceful life-restoring dawn walk.
Another dead kid. How many dead kids in how many towns on the days there’s not even a mass murder? Yesterday someone I know said, ‘you should be careful walking by yourself…we’re a violent city…you know we’re so close to the border!’ How sad that so many people are so misinformed about where the danger lies. It’s not the border, people; it is the GUNS. In fact it’s harder to get guns in Mexico than here in Ugunistan. Maybe she meant we’re a straight shot (no pun intended) down from Canada!
I walked down green and pleasant Laguna past the roses. Along the ponds, by the art, petted the bearded man’s dogs and I was not afraid. But I thought about whether I should be afraid. Good job, fearful angry gun-obsessives! You’re passing your fear on to all of us.
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