In my honest and humble opinion:
Gun violence is born of the "insecure" and angry.
Hear me out before you flame. It's just an opinion. I used quotes around insecure because I couldn't think of a better single word to describe what I'm thinking of.
In my twisted and 60's styled altered little mind, caveman days started with throwing rocks and spears. (actually, when I was a kid, I remember throwing rocks when I was angry, so let's start there instead.)
So my own thought process brings me from throwing mud, to rock, to something harder than rocks...little chunks of metal.
The delivery system, went from hand-thrown, to sling, etc., to being propelled out of a rifled barrel in a spin stablized flight path.
See? step one: going from throwing rocks to shooting in three easy (mis-guided) steps.
Ok, as to my opinion as to why we do it:
Anger, weakness, insecurity, superiority/inferiority complex (not us as a people, but the government), etc. Again, don't get me wrong, I am Patriotic and I love my Country. I just don't agree with some of the directions that my peers in government try and push us into.
America, while seen as a super power, can also be seen as cops of the world, and/or bullies. What can I say, everyone in the world is given an opinion? That's how some of them see us.
My question to myself, is what is the gun violence rate in places like say....Switzerland? Or Amsterdam? Or even closer to home, how about Humbolt?
How many violent acts, in general, have occurred where alcohol was involved? Coke? Crack?
How much violence was waged during the Prohibition era? Specifically in Chicago? Generally in America?
In general, what could happen when a person drinks? Chests get bigger? Kawks get longer? Attitude comes into play? "Watch this" syndrom becomes apparant(?).
Posturing, marking their terratory, possesiveness, lewdness, etc all that shit comes out of the human creature in a state of intoxication.
What happens when someone pokes smot? (I usually order Round Table. But that's just me) "Hungry, Happy, Sleepy" ~ The three side effects according to
Kat Williams
And while plants like the above are illegal, alcohol can be had from any corner store. Now my opinion toes the line of conspiracy, but I truely believe because of this, Americans may be more inclined toward violence, than passive shit.
"Insecure" and angry is what I initially posted. When I was a kid, I was made to play football. I watched John Wayne movies. I knew that Hulk Hogan was to be my hero, and the Iron Sheik and Nikolai Volkoff were the bad guys.
Since childhood, I have been inundated with having to be on the winning side. Being the winner says you will be rewarded. Losers are laughed at, seen as inferior. (kinda reminds me of arguing on the internet *shrug*)
So here is where I tie my ramblings. Human nature may lend itself to being a winner by throwing the bigger or better rock. Had to. If you didn't throw the rock better, the sabre tooth tiger would get you. If you didn't throw the rock better, the bully would get you. The rush one gets from overcoming their opponant. Being the winner, being the victor. Why do
some hunters hunt? For food? Not in America jack. We got safeway's, railey's, and there's Fud Ruckers and Cabella's if you want "exotic" meats. Nope, they go on hunts for the thrill, or to "test their strength or prowess". (ok, so the above is not entirely true, mostly cause I love a deep fried turkey, and venison steaks.)
But you have to admit that some of these fuwkers do it, just to have them stuffed and mounted.
Why do people get car-jacked? Why do kids get pocket-checked for their "milk-money"? Or their shoes? Or their street affiliation?
With or without guns, those that need to prey will do so. With guns available to everyone, it allows those of us a CHOICE to carry one. Admittedly, not everyone should have a gun. (like this
guy)
But it gives us a choice. Oh, and I'm pro-choice. Not because I'm femme, not because I'm a pansy. It's just cause I don't care. Do what y'all wanna do. Give people a choice. It'll be up to them to deal with the consequences. No one else, just them. Fuckin tree huggers ~ Eric Cartman