Sometimes I wish people who sold guns were “blessed” with the ability to read the minds of their customers – to see exactly what they planned to do with the gun. And to not be able to turn off that information. To live with it. I mean anyone who sells a gun – dealers, private citizens, street sellers, anyone. To have each weapon’s history and future imprinted in their dreams every single night because they have a moment (or more) to literally change history by keeping the gun out of the market.
That’s my daily random thought.
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