Yesterday I placed my shotgun on my front porch with six shells. Noticing it didn’t have any legs, I gave it a wheelchair to help it get around. While I was gone the mailman delivered my mail, the boy across the street mowed my lawn, a girl walked her dog down the street and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign near my house.
After 10 hours I checked on the shotgun. It had not rolled outside the porch and it had not killed anyone in spite of the many opportunities it had been presented.
Can you imagine how surprised I was with all the hype about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people? Either the killings are done by people misusing the gun or I’m in possession of the laziest gun in the world … now I am going to check on my spoons because I hear they make people fat.
Save our gun rights,
Susan Martin
Everett
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