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Politics : Formerly About Advanced Micro Devices -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: tejek who wrote (333902)	4/18/2007 12:58:13 PM
From: bentway	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1577358

I think it's more of a local thing than anything else. In the mountain west, where I live, a LOT of people have guns. I don't want to get into a gunfight with only my dick to hold. I'm from Texas, grew up with guns. I even won some rifle target competitions as a boy. My father had accidentally shot a man a mile away when HE was a boy, and stressed the dangers of guns to me. The man was ok, only a flesh wound from my dad's 22 squirrel gun. A large part of it was the fascistic Bushies: I'll let the Clash explain it: Clash › The Guns Of Brixton (paul simonon) When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But youll have to answer to Oh, the guns of brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like ivan Born under the brixton sun His game is called survivin At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the black maria Goodbye to the brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But youll have to answer to Oh, the guns of brixton