Wednesday, October 7, 2015


2 comments:

  1. Exactly! I read a piece in the San Francisco Chronicle yesterday about a 67 year-old therapist hiking a trail in Marin County with his dog. He was shot and killed, left on the trail with his dog (also shot but survived) still attached to his hands on a leash. That finally pushed me over. I demand my right to feel safe. I don't need a gun, I need other people to not have guns. I want to sue the NRA for taking away my right to be safe.

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