It’s been nearly a week since the deadliest mass shooting in the history of the United States. A gunman in Orlando opened fire on a nightclub.
Immediately, there were several ways to categorize the event.
Was it a terrorist attack? His parents were immigrants.
Was it a hate crime? It was a gay club.
No matter what the motive, there were some clear facts:
It was a shooting. With a military-style assault firearm.
While I don’t own guns, I’ve been to the gun range countless times. I’m an Eagle Scout and learned how to shoot a rifle when I was younger. Heck, I even had a gun manufacturer as a client many years ago.
I have friends and family that own guns – some for hunting. Some for protection. That’s not my recreation activity or protection of choice, but as long as they are responsible owners, I have no problem with it.
I am not a gun customer. I am not an advocate. But I’m not anti-all-guns-all-the-time, either.
This background is to set up my main point:
Nobody needs an assault rifle. Nobody.
So let’s, as a society, get them off the streets.
I do get the appeal of them. I mean, who doesn’t dream of reenacting the famous “say hello to my little friend” scene from Scarface? I definitely do.
But that’s a fantasy.
Now I have three little humans in my house. And they are getting older and heading to school. And out into the community.
The sad truth is that mass shootings are now commonplace in their life.
Another sad truth? The victims of these shootings are all somebody’s children, no matter how young or old.
I know banning a class of weapons won’t 100% stop all bad people from doing bad things.
But it may stop one. And make things harder for another. And limit the potential damage on another.
As a parent, that’s all I need to know.
Because what if the next mass shooter was in my city? My neighborhood? My children’s school?
Get these weapons of destruction – these weapons of war – out of the hands of civilians.
That’s my Father’s Day wish this year.