By Guinn Sweet
“A well-regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms shall not be infringed,” states the Second Amendment of the Bill of Rights in the United States Constitution. The Supreme Court has ruled that this right is not limited to a connection with an organized state militia.
In today’s news, the breach, or near-breach of this right is being threatened because of the horrendous outbreak of maniacal behavior of a number of recent “wild men” who are running rampant over our constitutional and God-given right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, by multiple killings of peaceful, law-abiding citizens, children in our schools, and anyone else who may fall beneath their vengeful wills.
I have never been a gun-lover, while living my life with guns in whatever and wherever residence I have found myself. Colon was, for years, an avid deer-hunter, bringing their bodies home on the fenders and running boards of his vehicles. His first “kill” is memorialized on our wall, just inside the front door, by a massive 8-point mounting of the deer’s head. Alongside, is framed a picture of that kill, with Colon proudly displaying the carcass in Estancia, NM. He was only 16 years old. It was his aim, every year following (except for his Navy service during WWII), to repeat that effort, which he did until he became too old to do so.
During the time of our marriage years, there was a gun (a deer rifle) in our closet, that was used to produce a kill. That rifle was kept safely from misuse and bad judgement for all those many years, except for the one time I removed it from its hiding place to “get rid” of a rabidly voracious animal in our front yard. The resulting “kick-back” which assaulted my shoulder, initially, and my entire body ultimately, was almost unbearable, and certainly lesson-teaching to me. I never picked up a gun again. (The dog ran away, untouched.)