guns

I think we may have reached the point where guns need to be confiscated from police officers.

And they are ignorant that the purpose of the sword is to save every man from slavery.

No,_ Gideon says. __o guns. The most dangerous weapon you have is your brain. Give someone a gun and they tend to quit using it.

I foresee no possibility of venturing into themes showing a closer view of reality for a long time to come. The public itself will not have it. What it wants is a gun and a girl.

Police Officer Angry Aggression Theory (POAAT) is why you need to video record the police before they shoot you. Always start the video camera at the first contact, as it can go sour at any time and without warning.

Christmas ought to be brought up to date,_ Maria said. __t ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

Evan stares at me.I try to hug him. He takes a step back. I pause, my heart in my throat. I__e got to reach out to him, let myself be vulnerable. I find the courage, but he backs up again.__ou can__ go to Iraq anymore.___ know.__e looks up at Deanna, then back to me. __id you fight bad guys? You told me you weren__._ His voice is suspicious, full of accusation. He doesn__ trust me, and I don__ blame him for that.__o, Evan. I didn__ fight bad guys.__ can__ bring myself to tell him the complete truth. I want so desperately to go back into this fight. I miss it every day. I always felt I could change the world with a rifle in my hands and our flag on my shoulder.__id you get shot?_ he looks me over, apparently searching for bullet wounds.I grin a little. __o, Bud, I didn__ get shot.___eople get shot in Iraq.___es, they do._ It strikes me then that Evan for the first time has a grasp on the dangers that are faced over there. He__ six now, and the world is coming into focus for him.__eople get shot, Daddy. They die. Bad guys kill them.__ think of Edward Iwan and Sean Sims.__eah, I know they do, Evan.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real danger, a danger which I willingly take on myself.

I took my .38 out and looked to see that there were bullets in all the proper places. I knew there would be, but it did no harm to be careful. And I'd seen Clint Eastwood do it once in the movies.

Mass shootings are all part of a vast Left-wing conspiracy to undermine the 2nd Amendment and deprive your 6-year-old of his God-given right to bring a Bushmaster to class for "show and tell" ... The one he got from his psychotic, meth-addicted uncle's trailer while the latter was out getting the Confederate flag tattooed on his face. Remember, guns don't kill: the dimwits who insist EVERYONE should have the right to own 'em do.

Dwayne's bad chemicals made him take a loaded thirty-eight caliber revolver fromunder his pillow and stick it in his mouth. This was a tool whose only purpose was tomake holes in human beings. It looked like this:In Dwayne's part of the planet, anybody who wanted one could get one down at hislocal hardware store. Policemen all had them. So did the criminals. So did the peoplecaught in between.Criminals would point guns at people and say, "Give me all your money," and thepeople usually would. And policemen would point their guns at criminals and say, "Stop"or whatever the situation called for, and the criminals usually would. Sometimes theywouldn't. Sometimes a wife would get so mad at her husband that she would put a holein him with a gun. Sometimes a husband would get so mad at his wife that he would puta hole in her. And so on.In the same week Dwayne Hoover ran amok, a fourteen-year-old Midland City boyput holes in his mother and father because he didn't want to show them the bad reportcard he had brought home. His lawyer planned to enter a plea of temporary insanity,which meant that at the time of the shooting the boy was unable to distinguish thedifference between right and wrong.· Sometimes people would put holes in famous people so they could be at least fairlyfamous, too. Sometimes people would get on airplanes which were supposed to fly tosomeplace, and they would offer to put holes in the pilot and co-pilot unless they flewthe airplane to someplace else.

Perhaps there's an innate human emotion inside us all that when we are presented with something we don't understand, we immediately want to kill it.

After breakfast I spent an hour cleaning my revolver and trying my skill at a target. Jane shook her head, probably thinking that bullets were vain against demonic powers. But Perdita was hugely delighted with the shining little instrument and wanted it for a plaything; women of all ages will play with death! ("Absolute Evil")

I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.

But the pistol, this Walther...it was as if it had been made for the express purpose of shooting people. With a chill Richie realized that was why it had been made. What else could you do with a pistol? Use it to light your cigarettes?

If frogs had side pockets, they'd carry hand guns.