. . . but I’m going to stop here, with this post. It’s pretty clear to me — much like with religion — I’ll never have a reasonable conversation about guns.
Frankly, that’s pretty sad. If you — the avid anti-gunner — can’t discuss things with me, can’t convince me with sounds arguments and data (as opposed to emotions and calls to utopian ideals and accusations of having the blood of children on my hands) then you have zero chance of ever convincing the majority of people who own guns.
Sad, I am, and a little surprised. I can see me arguing forever the pro-choice/pro-life argument because I know I’m dealing with people who have no wiggle room. The current interpretation of their chosen holy book denies them the choice (despite the Bible having instructions on how to induce an abortion; directly from god, no less).
I just don’t see the gun debate as dogmatic but more and more I stand corrected in my view. It is just as dogmatic; perhaps more so because there are so few centrists. For me, the two issues are closely related. I’m talking about individual freedom, responsibility, and choice.
But, like I said, I’m done. I said it once before and for the most part, I’m not really back in it (although I did have a run-in on a separate blog; I think I nipped it in the bud and as a bonus, I may have made an enemy of what appears to me as an unstable and excitable person).
However, I’ll do something unusual. I’ll recommend the blog of a sociologist: https://gunculture2point0.wordpress.com/about/
As a way of introduction, I can point you to a couple of recent posts that might be of interest.
The latest post is his contribution to an English publication (the country, not the language, although it’s both):
Another post lists his published articles:
There’s also a published paper freely available:
He also has a series reviewing the Pew Center 2017 survey on guns:
(the above points to a number seldom discussed; roughly 17M Americans cite using a gun for defensive purposes)
This post shares results that will surprise no one:
There are plenty of interesting posts that deal with the sociology of guns in America. Many of the ones I linked above just deal with data and have no particular slant (at least, none I saw).
The only reason I’m posting this is to further the conversation and understanding without bringing my own views and my abrasive and increasingly short patience into the mix. This is data; it should interest everyone but I bet the majority will gloss right over it.
I’ll continue responding to comments, but at this point, if you don’t understand my position on guns after my voluminous writings on the subject, no amount of additional discussion will make any difference to either of us.
Honest, present me with a case, back it up with data (try and get original data like the FBI crime statistics and not some cherry-picked portion of it), and I guarantee that a rational argument could change my mind. Why, I once believed I should be able to own an atomic bomb if I so desired, but I’ve since backed off from that. I’ll settle for one of THESE. Oh, I want one of THESE, as well. If you’ve ever had groundhogs eat all your flowers, you’ll understand why.
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