GOOD BYE GUNS

WHEN GUNS GO THE WAY OF THE DINASAURS. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “And with President Yolanda Sandleson's Signature, The Official 'Save Our Children From Gun Violence' Bill becomes The Law of The Land,” said The White House correspondent without emotion. But Fred Gunslinger couldn't keep the emotion from his voice. “They're creating a National Gun Registry and next they'll be rounding them up and taking them away.” “Only from Criminals,” said Sam, his Boy-Friend. “Law abiding citizens like us will not have a problem.” Fred snorted. “I love you, Sam, but sometimes, Man are you naive.” Sam said nothing, for this was not the first time his lover had made such an accusation. “Twenty-Nine Murderers caught in New York City thanks to the new Registry,” a different Reporter said a few days later. “Some are still against The Registry, but President Sandleson says that the number of now solved murders is proof both that it is working and that it was the right thing to do.” “Well,” said Fred as he and Sam listened to the news while eating at Grape Fruit Heaven and Burgers on Fire. “That is good, I'll agree. But I still think that this Registry is both unconstitutional and could lead to a seizing of legitimately owned guns.” Sam sat for a long moment without speaking, then, finally he said. “Don't look around, but you know who is standing in the door, pointing her legal gun right at you.” You-Know-Who was Sam's one time Girl-Friend, Marge, who had never totally accepted that Sam didn't want to be with her any more even though they had been together all through High School because Sam didn't want to be with any woman any more. Before Fred could speak or even duck, she fired, and two seconds later Fred's brains splattered all over the table. Sam cried out in rage, sorrow and horror, then thankfully blacked out. When he was aware again, he lay in bed, and Fred was beside him. “You didn't think I wouldn't have taken some precautions, after last time, did you, Sammy Boy?” asked Fred when he saw Sam's stunned look. Then Sam knew, this was a dream. Fred hadn't called him 'Sammy Boy' in years. He woke for real, and Fred really was dead, but at least, he saw on the news, Marge had been arrested. But as he watched the news, he saw that while there were more gun violence arrests than there once wee, there also seemed to be a sharp up tick in gun violence overall. Every day the number of gun murders seemed to increase. Finally, President Sandleson went on the air again. “Due to the recent up tick in gun related violence, I am indefinitely suspending The Second Amendment. All Fire Arms will be confiscated and destroyed immediately. We know where you all are. I strongly encourage all citizens not to resist the armed police officers when they come to take your guns.” Sam groaned. He wasn't quite the Gun Nut that Fred had been, but he did like his hunting rifle. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Your guns please,” said an armed police officer. “Even your Civil War rifle.” “Now hold on,” said Sam. “That's historical, not functional. It's been in my family for. . .” The Police Officer whipped out a voice recorder. “Subject is resisting. Warrant already issued in case of this eventuality, now executing warrant.” The cop puled out her gun. “Are you arresting me?” asked Sam. “No,,” she replied. “Death warrants were issued in advance for anyone who resist. So, you will now die.,” Before Sam could react, the gun was at his temple, discharging and the world went black.