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The gun is democratic. It requires little in the way of training or skill. What can be easier than pointing a gun and pulling a trigger? The gun does not care who you are--rich or poor, skilled or unskilled, young or old, strong or weak, smart or foolish, sane or insane, or good or evil. Guns deal death, and death is equal opportunity. Anyone can pull the trigger. What an easy thing a gun is! Anyone can die. A genius may be slain by an idiot, a billionaire by a common thief, or more likely, a good person by an evil person. What a remarkable thing a gun is, leveling the entire world just like that. Whenever good people are slain by evil-doers, and this does happen often enough, people hate guns and want to ban them or place limitations upon their use. Maybe democracy is wrong where guns are concerned. The evil should not have guns. The insane should not have guns. The old, those whose mental and visual faculties have decayed, should not have guns. Probably everyone would agree on that. Should the poor have guns? The foolish? The young? Then there are people that love guns, really love them. They believe that guns equal freedom, freedom from fear if nothing else. Guns equal power, because what power is greater than the power to end life? Guns give control to the user, control over destiny. Some people feel confident in themselves, in their judgment. They do not fear making mistakes. The power to take away life does not frighten these people as much the possibility they might lose control to someone else with a gun or with a strong arm. I do not see where a gun benefits me, unless I were to receive a specific threat, in which case my opinion would change. I think that guns are dangerous and pose an unnecessary risk for most people uninvolved in the threads of violence, the tentacles oozing with blood spread throughout the world. To remain uninvolved, safe and protected by a law-abiding society, is a blissful luxury that we enjoy and take for granted in our wondrous modern age. A gun is an ugly thing, capable of great evil, and sometimes humans are capable of foolish decisions. The possibility of someone getting the draw on me and ending my life, remote as that may be, does not frighten me as much the possibility of making some careless mistake with a weapon of great power. If someone else takes my life, then I am in the right of things, and they are in the wrong. Being in the right of things matters to me. They will die too, after all, and the only difference is a small sum of years. In the end, everyone is equal. The gun just hurries things up a bit for those that lack patience.