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If the media roll is rolling again, I always like to grab the brush.

A common direction for me a little threatening, and I imagine it visually in front of a herd of bison, the drumming on the prairie diversity of opinion, in the distance lies in wait perhaps an abyss, the exercise is no longer the excited herd animals, the drums, snorting and stamping the same species is simply overpowering and drowns out any warning signals. The vapor cloud, the smoke from his nostrils and ears of the media baggage make snorting, deaf and block the receptors of the olfactory bulb in order to perceive the smell of the real scandals.

When I feel that something should be scandalized and someone wants to trigger certain emotions in me, like a Pavlovian dog salivation, then I can block such a thing goes against the grain, and then I brush against the grain just. I could hardly believe that I would write something about guns and gun laws, I surprised myself with itself

My childhood was marked by strict pacifism of my parents, who are u a. in a comprehensive ban on weapons in our children practically expressed. The reason for this prohibition was accompanied acting and staged, and so we children understood: because our parents had both lived through the war. Both did shoot something and bombing was, and I can write this only because my mother on that day when their house was wiped out by a direct hit, the basement was the house next door to her mother and her siblings to assist a neighbor, whether the ongoing air strikes threatened to lose his mind. (more ...)