We just found out about a bad bad gun that killed nine innocent people gathered in a church, and maybe us good folks everywhere should get together and--well, we can't lynch this bad bad gun, but we could confiscate it, melt it down and make political campaign buttons out of it--you know--buttons that say, "Guns Kill," or something like that?
It would be a sorry end to the gun's promising career, but--after all--it deserves it. Where was that gun when a cop or a soldier--or a citizen--could have used it to defend us? Where was it when a defenseless woman in the neighborhood was beaten, raped and robbed? Nowhere in sight.
Get rid of it.
As for the guy who pulled the trigger, he must be the victim of hate feelings or insanity roiling in his unfortunate mind, some inhuman affliction. Maybe we should help him, keep him in a cell until we can understand his psychological dilemma, pay for his bacon and eggs for the next fifty years or his sex change operation. Maybe he can explain what led to the tragedies of nine innocent families while he talks about himself.
Or, maybe we could take him around back and put a bullet through his head.
With a Good Gun.
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