(A mother of a rant)
At some point in the early mornings, A. usually crawls into my bed in the still-dark-out, wanting to snuggle. This morning is no exception, and he cuddles up next to me. We drift for a while like this, on a quiet raft of early morning.
I am lying there with my eyes closed but my mind is awake, running through the conversations I have had lately with my pro-gun friends. What I have come to realize is that some of them are not arguing for the right to keep their guns. We (I) have stated over and over that we are (I am) not interested in taking that right away from them. What I have come to understand is that they are arguing their right to not be inconvenienced. Gun ownership should be as convenient as, say, eggs at Wal-mart. And this stuns me.
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