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The Assault Weapon Fairy Tale
July 26, 2012

The fairy tale goes something like this . . .

Once upon a time, a big, black, scary-looking semi-automatic assault weapon lived in the deep dark woods. Every day, he would prowl the paths looking for victims. One day, a sweet, innocent, dainty little girl with a posh red-hooded cape happened along carrying a basket full of organic, grain-free healthy goodness for her ailing grandmother.

When tragedies happen, and they inevitably do, there is always a bandwagon of individuals who rush to the podium to demand more laws. Harsher laws. Broader laws. More oppressive laws. In the emotional aftermath of tragedies, particularly ones where innocent people lost their lives, the general public are prone to throw themselves onto that bandwagon – pitchforks in hand – demanding that “something be done”.

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RPB wrote:The fairy tale goes something like this . . .

Once upon a time, a big, black, scary-looking semi-automatic assault weapon lived in the deep dark woods. Every day, he would prowl the paths looking for victims. One day, a sweet, innocent, dainty little girl with a posh red-hooded cape happened along carrying a basket full of organic, grain-free healthy goodness for her ailing grandmother.