When I was a youngster, I was teased a lot about my weight. I remember chasing one particular boy almost every day in Grade 7 as he chanted "fat Beverly Akerman." I never caught him, probably because, being heavy, I was too slow. I hadn’t thought of this as bullying before; but of course, that’s what it was, and certainly it marked me. It’s one of many experiences that made me the compassionate person I hope I am...Yeah, real compassionate.
To me, the answer is simple: no more guns.
Tell me, Beverly: in order to enforce your "compassion," how many of your countrymen who would defy you are you willing to have agents of the state kill or imprison, you dull-witted tool?
You're still "too slow." Don't you have a cud to chew or something?