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I believe guns are bad.

I believe guns are not sexy or cool whatsoever.

I believe a free society should come with responsibility and accountability, not maniacal sick fucks who kill children.

I believe people who shoot people are bad. And sometimes mentally ill. Reminder: a shooter killed John Lennon, the one most outspoken person for peace of our time. Mark David Chapman has been up for parole seven times and denied seven times. If he ever gets out, I predict someone will gun him down within a month.

I believe if you think shooting animals is sport, there’s a special place in hell for you. Enjoy.

I believe guns are bad because their sole purpose is to threaten, intimidate, harm and kill.

I actually believe in the 2nd Amendment.

I had to go to the Los Angeles courthouse twice last week, and I do believe they try to keep us safe down there.

I believe an NRA sticker on my front window might be enough to scare away bad people.

James Bond is hot. He carries a gun, just like Charlie’s Angels, Dick Tracy, Agent Starling, Rambo and Al Pacino in every single movie he ever made. But they’re all fictional and if they’re killed as a result of a gun, it’s because a writer wrote it. These characters are never in physical pain and are never taken to the emergency room. Their mothers do not sit up worrying.

I believe a ridiculously large amount of people in jail are there because they’ve attempted to threaten, intimidate, harm or kill using a gun.

I believe mental health is more important for the people of this country than, well, pretty much anything. The city of Los Angeles pulls in more than enough dough from liquor licenses. Can’t we use that?

I believe Dexter is kind of sexy, even though he kills people. At least he doesn’t use a gun. And again, fictional.

I believe if you think guns are sexy or cool, then you probably haven’t ever been threatened, intimidated, harmed or even in a place where you could have been killed my a gun. Or have you?

I believe those kids who died in the shooting this morning at the elementary school and all the other souls who ever died at the wrong end of a bullet don’t think guns are sexy.

I believe it’s time to stop glorifying guns. This isn’t the old west, and as far as I know you are not a Crip or a Blood. Knock it off. You’re just not slick with that fucking gun in your hand. Put it away before you hurt someone. Sell it. Do something with it. Then maybe go to a meditation and do something to promote peace on earth instead of threatening it, intimidating it, hurting it and trying to kill it.

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Anne Clendening is an L.A. chick, born and raised. She is a writer of creative nonfiction and other sordid tales of life, love and other L.A. adventures.

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