The Blame Game Same old Same

I was not going to blog for a few days. Seems like there’s a bit of overload on my end.  Plenty of things I should be catching up on, however once I saw a letter to the editor in our local hometown paper the OWH, I could barely hold back the vomit and I knew I had a letter I could spend just a few minutes sending off to them, whether they publish or not I truly wish the person whom I was responding to could see my response.  But if she cant you all can.  Her whole premise is as follows.  Omaha with the #1 rating for black homicides ought to pass new gun laws, unless we care more about hunting or money…….   Seriously move to Chicago and the you can talk to me about more gun laws.  So anyway here is my letter to the editor in its entirety.

Ma’am with all due respect rating #1 for black homicides has nothing at all to do with our gun laws.  Our gun laws are strict enough madam, that is for law abiding citizens.  You see the criminals who have time to run around shooting at others be it 9am or 3 am they are no more going to follow any new laws, than the laws they already disregard.  Fear mongers  such as  yourself do more to endanger me than the criminals themselves as you speak to disarm me and leave me at the whim of said idiots on the other side of their illegal weapon.  Speak for yourself, unarm yourself but do not seek any law to infringe on my right to life! 
For God’s sake my first thought with the shooting of that poor 5 year old girl was   “hmm anyone who works to support themselves surely doesn’t have time to run around illegally and wildly shooting up the neighborhood at 9am or 3 am in the morning.  Wonder how these jokers were surviving.  Food Stamps, housing, free cell phones?”  The problem is not the gun, new gun laws are not the answer and if you look at Chicago and other gun banning cities you should be able to see a correlation.  Ban guns, free law abiding citizens die at disgustingly high rates.  Criminals run wild, and surprise pay no attention to said laws.  Wake up and smell the roses, or smell them at the next funeral of an innocent victim.  But do not presume to make me one!