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The shortest distance between two points of travel. The fastest method for achieving a result. Quickest answer for a resolution. Marrying equals.   All terminology meaning essentially the same thing; synthesis. That is what the two-party system is meant to be doing. It is the point of checks and balances. A check is a stopgap. A balance is a measure.   No one wants to ban personal firearms. No one wants mentally-ill people to own them. No one advocates violence by school teachers to assuage future potential violence. No reasonable person wants children to grow up in a police state school system. No American believes that State and Federal government can agree on what should be done in all states.   We will not be arming teachers. Nor will we be banning guns. There will never be armed guards at public schools. States and the Federal government disagree on so many levels there will never be consensus on change when it comes to this issue. So, change the issue in a way that offers a stopgap as a measure.   The President of The United States issues a proclamation that all land directly adjacent to the front of all public schools will be bought by the federal government at today's market price. That price will be fixed provided the states do two things. Use state eminent domain laws(every state already has them) to file a claim on said properties and assess the value thereof for the federal government.   Secondly, establish police precincts on said property.     Ask yourself; "How many children would die if the local police were directly across the street from the school at the time of the shooting?" And, "Would Conservatives or Liberals be against this proposal?"    Also, We should all remember that these shooters plan their attacks and would have to plan around the police being there immediately after they begin one.   Problem solved...                              ...and no one touched a gun(right) to do it.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
david-john-mowers
A Gun Essay
The shortest distance between two points of travel. The fastest method for achieving a result. Quickest answer for a resolution. Marrying equals.   All terminology meaning essentially the same thing; synthesis. That is what the two-party system is meant to be doing. It is the point of checks and balances. A check is a stopgap. A balance is a measure.   No one wants to ban personal firearms. No one wants mentally-ill people to own them. No one advocates violence by school teachers to assuage future potential violence. No reasonable person wants children to grow up in a police state school system. No American believes that State and Federal government can agree on what should be done in all states.   We will not be arming teachers. Nor will we be banning guns. There will never be armed guards at public schools. States and the Federal government disagree on so many levels there will never be consensus on change when it comes to this issue. So, change the issue in a way that offers a stopgap as a measure.   The President of The United States issues a proclamation that all land directly adjacent to the front of all public schools will be bought by the federal government at today's market price. That price will be fixed provided the states do two things. Use state eminent domain laws(every state already has them) to file a claim on said properties and assess the value thereof for the federal government.   Secondly, establish police precincts on said property.     Ask yourself; "How many children would die if the local police were directly across the street from the school at the time of the shooting?" And, "Would Conservatives or Liberals be against this proposal?"    Also, We should all remember that these shooters plan their attacks and would have to plan around the police being there immediately after they begin one.   Problem solved...                              ...and no one touched a gun(right) to do it.
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Do not utter a syllable For the reaper lurks at the door Dim the lights as our eyes are widened   Sit in a desperate, huddled mass Feel the shivering, helpless creature on the left Hear my traitorous lungs exhaling, surrendering my position My heart pounding, screaming at my body Ordering me to run, to fight, to **** "Do not go gentle into that good night," As Dylan Thomas so elegantly stated Yet it is not a time for romantic visions of heroism Beowulf's idealism will not save us here Sobbing, shivering, ***** stained American Eagle Sweat drenched Under Amour Tees and hoodies Feet ironically quivering in red and orange Nike Shocks A 243 pound lineman blubbering under his breath He wants his mother, his daddy, his pillow, to go home Another boy, Darrel, clenches his fists, readies for attack Cassidy sits silently, emotionless, statuesque, frozen in time And I . . . What do I do? . . . What do I do? Do I flinch like Sir Gawain in the face of death? Or do I . . . . . . What do I do? God, may I never discover the answer to this evil query God help us stop the violence consuming innocent children Render CODE RED obsolete Yet, CODE RED will parish not For society feeds on fictional fame Fifteen minutes that Warhol never could have painted Now it will be duplicated like so many Campbell's Soup cans CODE RED    CODE RED    CODE RED   CODE RED   And . . . What will I do? What will I do?
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
chuck-1
Code Red
Do not utter a syllable For the reaper lurks at the door Dim the lights as our eyes are widened   Sit in a desperate, huddled mass Feel the shivering, helpless creature on the left Hear my traitorous lungs exhaling, surrendering my position My heart pounding, screaming at my body Ordering me to run, to fight, to **** "Do not go gentle into that good night," As Dylan Thomas so elegantly stated Yet it is not a time for romantic visions of heroism Beowulf's idealism will not save us here Sobbing, shivering, ***** stained American Eagle Sweat drenched Under Amour Tees and hoodies Feet ironically quivering in red and orange Nike Shocks A 243 pound lineman blubbering under his breath He wants his mother, his daddy, his pillow, to go home Another boy, Darrel, clenches his fists, readies for attack Cassidy sits silently, emotionless, statuesque, frozen in time And I . . . What do I do? . . . What do I do? Do I flinch like Sir Gawain in the face of death? Or do I . . . . . . What do I do? God, may I never discover the answer to this evil query God help us stop the violence consuming innocent children Render CODE RED obsolete Yet, CODE RED will parish not For society feeds on fictional fame Fifteen minutes that Warhol never could have painted Now it will be duplicated like so many Campbell's Soup cans CODE RED    CODE RED    CODE RED   CODE RED   And . . . What will I do? What will I do?
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