http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071020/ap_on_re_us/gun_drawing_suspension_1

It's something of an old subject now, after all that Columbine stuff and that obese documentary guy that doesn't know how to shut his whiny trap, but it never fails to amuse me. Schools shitting half ton bricks over a 10 year drawing Barney with an AK-47. Whats the big deal eh? I mean, sure it's not exactly rainbows and a bag of skittles when a kid decides to put a 9mm slug into ol' jock straps face (after years of being bullied for milk money and what not, but lets not lose focus here), but must we really call for a state of emergency everytime a child points his fingers yells "bang!"?
In 1951, "Billy" could bring his shotgun proudly displayed on the gunrack of his truck. The principle of the school might go over and take a look at Billys gun. He might then go to his own truck and pull out his shotgun to compare with Billy's. Then they would have a nice little chat about shotguns n' shootn' stuff n' 'alladat before Billys first period class.
Today, if Billy were to come to school with freakin' slingshot, panic would ensue, the SWAT team will be called in and CNN will be there interviewing frightened little highschool kids blithering about what a horrific nightmare the whole ordeal has been. Billy would probably never see the light of day again.

Of course, I realize times have changed. Columbine DID in fact happen and Obese dude did make some valid points in that documentary he did, but really. REALLY. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, no?

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I consider myself something of a blogging pioneer for my generation. In fact, my first ever blog was created using this website. Blogger dawt com. My first "blog" as I recall consisted of a list of every major character that played a part in my 6th grade life, (other than the select proud few that made up my honorable entourage) , along with details as to exactly why they do not qualify as human beings and how the rest of the world ought to go about exterminating these wastes of oxygen. I wasn't a huge fan of people back then. In anycase, I forwarded my new "blog" around to my cohorts and eventually, my entire 6th grade class (I went to a small private school, my 6th grade class had around 20 kids give or take) knew exactly where they fell on my shit list. Ah that was a memorable week. Shannan came and slapped me before class. Kris Gregory approached me on the virge of tears, holding a printed copy of my literary genius. It was funny until the kid grew some balls in those silk panties he was wearing and decided trying to kick Albert Niihara while he was busy pointing and laughing was a good idea. Me and Dillon made short work of him. Good times.