Go Armed into that Good Night

There is a madness that comes when you are surrounded by madness. So far this year, ten people have been shot to death in Minneapolis. In the most recent, a young girl, at a teen party, went outside and somehow got between two gangs who started shooting at each other. She was killed.

The newspaper reports that her sister said: "Oh my goodness, it doesn't matter who did it. I just wish that God gives them a second chance and they just change their lives. I don't want anybody to go to jail. I don't think it was her they were intentionally trying to hit. I think it was an accident and that they shouldn't keep shooting over this."

They weren't intentionally trying to kill her. They shouldn't go to jail. They didn't mean to kill her. They were trying to kill each other. God should give them a second chance.

Guns. God.

It is madness, all those guns! Those arguments about how we need guns to keep ourselves safe are madness! That is it normal to walk the streets armed, and perhaps even to shoot at each other, is madness! That the girl was accidentally killed, and that the gangs did not intend to hit her, but that--shall I say what we madly say?--"that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time", is madness.

I don't want to hear any more stupid arguments about how packing a gun is a way to be safe because other people have guns, too.

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