Intros. Conclusions.

 My English teachers and professors would have a field day with this, my first paragraph.  Because I have no introduction - no hook or grab.  

I have my own thoughts and prayers, quite literally, of which I am writing today.  Of course this has to do with the sad episodes which keep on occurring under the giant, bloody umbrella of gun control - actually, the lack thereof, here in the United States.

So this week, on Wednesday, Sep 10, a political activist was gunned down in Utah during a speech he was giving at a college.  Boom.  Dead.  Leaving behind a young widow and two young children. 

According to Gun Violence Archive , there were 45 gun deaths in the USA from Sep 11 to Sep 14.  

And we have only heard about one death?  What about the other 45 poor souls, and their grieving families?  

What comes to mind for me, anytime I read or hear about gun deaths, are the poor little, innocent children, being gunned down in our public and private school systems.  I guess that's my trigger for grief when it comes to gun control.  Babies.  The deaths keep happening, and the guns keep appearing, and shooting, and people keep espousing that we can have the second amendment to protect our other God-given rights. 

My English teachers and professors would have a field day with this, my last paragraph.  Because I have no conclusion.  

But wait; I do...