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  1. IndividualAudienceMember
    IndividualAudienceMember May 8, 2013 10:40 pm

    Hmm, interesting link, and a sad tale too.
    As I read the title I thought, that’s somebody’s birthday.
    When I looked at the photo I thought, nice holster. I want one too.

    Then I read the rest.

    For some reason I thought about my friends and relatives who were killed in cars, on motorcycles, and atop tractors.

    I, and no one who knew them (that I know of) blames the car, the motorcycle or the tractor.

    Now more than ever, I think the anti-gun crowd is a victim of social conditioning in the same way Pavlov’s dog’s were.
    I pity them.

    Like a dog that is gun shy, I wonder if they can ever recover?

    I guess The Fourth Turning doesn’t care if they recover or not, they’re getting replaced. ? … Or so I’ve read.

  2. ENthePeasant
    ENthePeasant May 8, 2013 11:20 pm

    Some folks have to believe it’s the gun. If they admit for one second that it’s people then much of their argument for “equality” might fall away.

  3. Kevin 3%
    Kevin 3% May 9, 2013 3:40 am

    I offer my condolences and high praise for “Girl with a Gun”. She has demonstrated the triumph of intellect over emotion. I am sorry for her loss. I am in awe of her ability to see things for what they really are. That takes strength and fortitude. Bless her. May her suffering wither as the beauty of her mind flourishes.

    To her “friend”; shame on you for being a callous opportunist willing to manipulate a person suffering great loss in order to further your warped agenda.

  4. Mr Galt
    Mr Galt May 9, 2013 8:23 am

    Great link Claire. A powerful testament to how a gun can be used for constructive good (saved A Girl’s life), or destructive bad (ending her brother’s life) – an example of freewill, responsibility, and choice.

  5. Bonnie
    Bonnie May 9, 2013 9:50 am

    My heart goes out to her. Especially having to deal with ill-wishers pretending to be friends.

    Blaming a gun for a suicide is as dumb as blaming a bridge for the death of a jumper. When we were teens, a friend’s dad jumped off the bridge known locally as Suicide Bridge. Certain death as one landed on pavement, not water. No one blamed the bridge.

    At the time, I was too young to understand the despair that so often goes hand-in-hand with depression. So was she. I haven’t thought about her in years – I’ll be praying for today.

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