lol, i thought you were going with the word "reasonable" here, no? 200 hundred years seems reasonable to you?
I'm for real change, serve it up. Until then we're going with bandaids, and barely even that.
Whatever man, you've shown you emotional humanity on this topic. Welcome back.
I did chuckle at your "no u" reply though, that's a good one
Are you really going to argue that if a ten day waiting period to buy a gun in California is a good way to prevent potential impulsive rage killings by suddenly triggered individuals who, after ten days of time to cool down and reconsider the implications of getting caught and spending life in prison for killing someone, then a 200 year waiting period would not be even better? Come on, being realistic surely doesn't mean that simple logic goes out the window.
And I hope, also, that in your desire to alter facts of nature, you aren't also going to tell me that if there were no people who suddenly upped and wanted to kill people because their emotional ego state had been triggered, and instead they had grown up mentally healthy and emotionally developed, that wouldn't be better than if they had to wait ten days to buy a gun while still having grown up mentally ill.
The joke here, of course, is that while you claim to favor real change over Band-Aids and that I am somehow opposed to that, my issues with gun laws are not centered around regulation of who can own them. I favor laws that will keep guns out of the hands of people who, limited thought our abilities be to determine who is potentially dangerous and who is not, we do what we can in that direction. I have no problem with laws that require education and the application of safety rules for home storage of guns where children are involved.
What I oppose are gun laws directed at guns that affect what I believe to be proper rights of law abiding citizens not to be subjected to the whims of irrational gun ignorant and gun hating liberals who don't give a shit about whom their idiotic laws inconvenience. Such people don't give a shit that they leave responsible people under equipped to defend themselves against people who have no interest in abiding by the law and can arm themselves however they choose.
As I said, in California an ordinary law abiding citizen who can pass any psychological test of fitness or gun competence will rarely be able to obtain a permit to conceal carry like one can do in most of the rest of the country. It is, I believe, up to the local sheriff. Never mind open carry. I see that done more by people intending to flout their rights at the price of disregard for others comfort and is not necessary for self defense. Maybe in bear country.
So the real difference between us, seems to me, comes down to how we see our fellow human beings. When you seek to institute authoritarian measures to control other people based on the notion that without such control they will seek to do evil, evil that you must impute to be there even when I say it doesn't exist and implicit in what you refer to as sensible reality, you go down what I see as a dangerous path. You foreclose on any and all solutions that contain the notion of human perfectibility and progress toward more psychologically fulfilling conscious and therefore emotional states. And you do so because you do not fundamentally trust yourself, you have nothing but subjective feelings to anchor your opinions. You do not see those inalienable rights that adhere to being, things that even Jordan Peterson can see.
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