gollum

♪Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again♪

By: thejennire

the guns used in the vegas shooting were semi-automatic rifles modified–legally, in ways that are lawful–to fire like automatic rifles using something called a bump fire stock. the mod itself is illegal in a handful of states with unclear legal status in a few more, but it is legal in most states(including nevada) to use them to mod those semi-automatic rifles into automatic rifles.

AR-15′s, as i’ve been told eight million times by people who think they’re the first ever person to say this, are not considered assault rifles by legal definition. AR-15′s do not have selective fire–the ability to switch between automatic and semi-automatic fire– and for that reason do not classify by definition as “assault rifles” but by modding one with a bump stock, they can be fired like automatic weapons. 

here’s the whole point of this reblog of my post:

i don’t give a shit that vanilla AR-15s aren’t ~technically~ assault rifles. I don’t give a shit that you passed your semantics class in ninth grade. i really dont give a shit about how desperately you want to own a practically useless rifle AND the tool that allows you to turn it into the same weapons that the most recent shooters have used. there are more appropriate tools for hunting and self defense.

you don’t need it. no one on the planet needs it. it’s not a difficult concept to absorb.

there’s nothing on this earth that needs doing by you that only an assault weapon can do, unless its murdering several people at once. and if you feel like you need to murder several people at once, call your therapist and get assistance working through your crisis plan.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize. 

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me. 

“Melissa, did you punch him?” 

“Yes.” I said. 

“Why?” 

“Because he snapped my bra strap.” 

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.” 

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.” 

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?” 

The nuns there were like, so rad. 

It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there. 

There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy. 

So what happened? 

The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day. 

Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.” 

So I was at my desk during class looking like this: