More gun control in the USA (111)

I don't think that's it's so much about controlling the guns it's controlling the fruitloops out there who gain excess to them.

I know of several preachers, who also have armed clergy handling the basket that's past around. A lot of people attending services don't always have good intentions for being there.


you've never met a duck breeder?

really, you know for a fact that that presidents don't pack heat themselves or allow other armed guards to protect them? did you ever meet democrat POTUS LBJ?

How is this poll meaningless? From what perspective.

The founding fathers were paranoid? What qualifies you to make such a statement?

Although Hamilton thought Jefferson was paranoid because Jefferson was screwing Hamilton's sister... by this report....

“You’re an arrogant, incompetent, narcissistic a**hole who can’t succeed at anything!” Jefferson just chuckled at Hamilton .

“That’s not what your sister said last night.” With the suave response, he watched his opponent go red with anger and clench his fists, before they were interrupted by the president.

“That’s enough! The cabinet meeting is over for today, I’ll be seeing you next week. Jefferson, take a walk. Hamilton, take a walk.” Smirking, Jefferson exited the room and walked off down the street while Hamilton trudged home in fury.

Throwing open the door dramatically, he flung himself into a chair and groaned loudly. “Kill me.”
“What is it, Alexander?” Concerned, his wife bent down, cupping his face. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?! My sister is screwing Jefferson!” Eliza’s mouth dropped open and she blinked, before straightening up.
“Where did you hear this?” She placed her hands on her hips, raising a brow at him.
“Jefferson!” Throwing up his hands in the air, he scoffed and glowered at the ceiling. “No one deserves my sister, least of all that self absorbed-”

“And you don’t think that he might have been lying to get on your nerves, Alexander?” Chastising him, she folded her arms and sighed. “I highly doubt your sister would ever be interested in Thomas Jefferson.”

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked about to agree when a loud bang sounded from upstairs. Shooting up from his chair, he threw an arm into the air and yelled,“See?!” Before racing up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Once again throwing open the door, he found you lying face first on the floor, fully clothed and muttering to yourself.
His mouth fell open and he began babbling. “But…Jefferson…you were…what…he said-”
“I’m so sorry Y/N, your brother seems to believe everything he hears.” Pulling her husband from the room, she gently shut the door as your brother kept staring at the spot you were lying down on.

Waiting a beat, you pulled up the hangings under the bed. “You can come out now. You know, you really should be quieter if you don’t want to be caught.”

Chuckling, Thomas Jefferson crawled out from under the bed, before resting his chin on his propped up arms. “I don’t know, it’s much more fun when you’re loud.” Whacking him lightly across the back of the head, you suddenly found yourself under him, his hands by your head, pinning you to the ground.

Ducking his head near your ear, he murmured, “Now let’s get back to where we were, hmm?”

#99 I'm waiting for another poster on this thread to comment on your G. Washington quote. I wonder if he's thinking this kind of self-protection attitude would safeguard Washington's own neck from the King of England.