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I am 54 years old. Ex military and ex LEO. I know personally one person killed or murdered with a gun. I know one person who was stabbed and lived. This begs the question...
Where the **** do you live to be around that many murders, stabbings etc??? I lived in the ghetto's of Chicago and we did not see that level of violence.
I am going to say right now I really don't believe it as that is ridicules for a civilian. On top of that your anecdotal evidence as I have said before means nothing. It can't be proved or disproved.
Then to top it off you you open with "I am not against guns." and close with "No gun, no one gets killed."
Now considering your history on this issue here at DP, do you really expect anyone to take that seriously?
First, happy 1963. I'm 54 as well.
I've grappled with this number myself. Trust me there. Why the **** do I know so many people who have died in such ****ty ways? On top of the nearly dozen people I know who were murdered, I also knew at least 20 people who died young from other stupid crap: DUI, drug OD, suicide--lots and lots of suicides.
The first case was in a Berwyn hospital. Nothing to do with me. A neighbor friend's older brother in a bar fight shot and killed an hour or two later while getting sewn up. Next was my childhood GF's dad. He was shot when he went to investigate a burglary in the basement of the apartment complex he managed. Not long after, my cousin was shot and killed in the military during an argument over a card game, 1977 or so, IIRC. 1981, high school buddy stabs another guy I knew to death at a party during an altercation.
And, so it goes. From my wife's aunt getting smoked by her estranged husband to my aunt's husband being whacked over the head with a bat during a bar fight. The last one was the burglary I mentioned here in town. In between was an old high school friend who picked a fight with the wrong guy. The guy pulled out his piece and put my friend in a grave. And, of course, the worst one, IMO, a guy I worked with and liked a lot, shot his ex and then himself on her grandmother's porch.
There are probably a couple more that either do not come to mind or are not worth mentioning, like my grade school friend's mom who drowned in the bathtub--no charges were filed, but come on now. Who drown in a freaking bathtub on their own?
I compiled a list once, wrote a poem, called it "Ode to Dear Dead Friends." It's ****ing staggering.