Ban Assault Weapons In 2017 - Part4

Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation heard das squaw coon like Donald Duck head over webbed feet for Minnie, yet both scared of ratcheting mushrooming armaments to the teeth sinister race, barrels along at alarming spike triggering dramatic uptick of innocent lives caught in crosshairs, or stray slug makes a bee line whizzing at the speed of greased lightening where luckless lie dead, when trigger happy urge itches to overtake sanity madman/woman glorifying while squeezing lever, whence bullet released, endangering unsuspecting lives and engendering outrageous spike in wanton killings - a one or more person shell act, releasing whizzing elliptic mach one ballet boring into flesh with aplomb and pluck. Die-hard gun owners indiscriminately brandish loaded pistol when jist a whippersnapper sparking unwarranted violence undermining innocent victim or two, or three, or... concomitantly provoking furious backlash, as government half heartedly aims to dull liver restrictions, the right to pack heat (purportedly in accordance with second amendment), where NRA members dish out violent objections, while proliferation mounts allowing easy access to revolutionary palm pilot size guns with concomitant firing power range glamorized by violent movies in tandem with lobbyists obstructing legislation requiring back round checks against unlimited stock pile, thus nodding assonance permitting a glut of phallic shaped mechanisms designed to kill, as acquiesce evinced via banshee cockamamie cashiered eggheads who dilute down restrictions, whereby a colt following hoofs from doe ting fauns fingering powerful weapons, despite murderous spree, where senseless bloody coup fuels fusillade empowering citizens to possess off fish U.S., self-important protection becoming comfortably numb as regular headlines detail some lone, maniacal human set on automatic pilot to kill methodically unloading with a swish multitudinous cartridges encasements testament attempt to even deadly score, or wish to take revenge vendetta amidst madding crowds - uttering oye vay iz mere - Yiddish.