Bang Bang Bang, Reload, Bang

I hate guns,

or least the civilians that carry guns.

I know this has been said a million times by more than enough people,

but I'm sorry, this country has a misplaced faith in firearms.

Faith in firearms is a ridiculous notion.

You trust a weapon, a weapon that fires a projectile faster than your mind can track it.

You trust weapon that can kill your entire family before you need to replace a cartridge.

You trust a weapon to guard yourself because you let other people carry the same weapon.

You actually trust a weapon.

Have some responsibility and grow up.

There is no real threat, most people killed by firearms are killed by someone they know and usually that's an accident.
There are few or no illusive bad guys, its all in your mind.

This week, in the town that I live in, a man was held at gunpoint and mugged, luckily he was not hurt. Gun crime happens everywhere, that is unavoidable, but it happens far less in places were the average man does not own a gun, the opportunity is not as easy to grab.

You live in relatively safe country, you don't believe that, go to 80% of the rest of the world.

Think of your family, your friends and put the bloody guns down, if you continue to stand up with an outdated irrelevant right to bear arms, then you clearly don't go out into the wider world enough and see that most people now function perfectly fine without the use of a firearm.

As far as I'm concerned, there are only a few reasons for owning a firearm.

1) You want to practice shooting targets because you hate your life and the people around you.

2) You have a small cock.

3) Your weekends are boring enough to require the shooting of beer cans and unsuspecting wildlife.

If you like firearms and you have a problem with this, then good, that is your opinion and this is mine, If you want to challenge my opinion please do.

Thank you for reading my weekly Venting.

Texas State Fair

It was a bizarre Saturday,

7am that morning I had schooled both of my younger brothers in how to run a 5K,

that was the highlight of the day.

Four hours later, under the heat of the Texan Sun I made my first visit to a State Fair.

I wasn't expecting to be amazed, but I was not expecting to be appalled by the lack of Texas things in the Fair. It was just corporate meets the fairground.

It didn't help that it was 95 degrees in the shade so you couldn't stand around for too long in the heat to admire the crap. I tried my best to give it a chance, but it became painfully obvious that the fair was not a good move as soon as my family started to get annoyed with the place. We left after a few short dissapointing hours.

They didn't even have a t shirt in my size.

The Texas Book Depository

September 23rd.

I landed in Dallas after a six hour domestic leap-frog from Virginia.

It was 11:32am Dallas time, and we pulled straight into the Parking Lot beside Dealey Plaza.

I've watched the Oliver Stone movie JFK about 400 times, it's not a fantastic movie, mainly because it has Kevin Costner as the main role, but I usually have it on in the background when I'm doing something else.

The movie has several different scenes of Dealey Plaza, which has not been changed since the 60s.

So stepping out of the car really played with my brain, as I had seen every angle of the plaza from the movie without ever visiting Texas before.

The Texas Book Depository, which is now a museum, sits on the corner of the plaza. The museum is called the 6th floor museum, where you catch an elevator directly up to that floor and are given an audio tour of the building walking you though the political and personal life of JFK, the events of the fateful day in Dallas and the consequences and reactions of JFK's death.

I was a moving story and you see people, even people that were clearly born after 1963, crying and mournfully approaching the exhibit.

If you visit the exhibit and the square, it makes you realize that it was probably that the shots came from the Depository, but whether on purpose or not, it also questions what else happend.