WHEN BACKGROUND CHECKS KILL
Passing a background check before you're allowed to purchase a firearm won't prevent the killing of innocent people. Think about it. What good is a background check if I'm mentally deranged now, but I wasn't when I had the background check? I have no criminal record. I've never robbed a bank or hit anyone in the head. Other than a couple of speeding tickets and a citation for underage drinking, I've never had to deal with a badge at all. In other words, my record is spotless.
Maybe I've been under a lot of stress lately and my mental health has deteriorated. If I pass the background check, just how is the owner of a gun shop supposed to know that I'm stressed out and mentally rearranged? Besides, who says mentally disordered people are all potential murderers? You mean to tell me that those suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, classified as a mental disorder by the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders can't buy a gun? What about men with Male Erectile Disorder or people who malinger? Those are mental disorders as well.
Look, I agree that homicidal human beings should not get their hands on a firearm. But "should" is a word that’s better left out of the vocabulary because it insinuates that something else needs to occur other than what actually did occur. Shooting innocent people “should" not happen, but it does.
Do underage gang members walk into a gun shop and buy a gun? No. They get it from the street. From dealers who don't require a background check. Hell, they don't care if you go and blow your head off just as long as they get paid.
Let's say I pass a background check. My record is pristine. I buy a sweet Colt .45 semi-automatic handgun from a reputable, licensed gun dealer as well as some man- stopping ammunition and, of course, an extra magazine. I thank the owner for his guidance and advice and I leave the gun shop with my purchase. When I get home, I unlock the front door, step into my house, and lock the door behind me. I go into the kitchen. Sit down at the table, take the .45 from t the box, and begin loading both magazines.
Then I sit and wait. On the couch. In the living room.
I hear two cars pull into the driveway, one is my wife's and the other is her lover's. They don't expect me to be home in the middle of the day. My car is parked two blocks away.
My wife unlocks the door and steps into the living room, her lover right beside to her; I shoot both of them to death. First my wife, then her lover.
Finally, I'm relieved. I'm so glad I passed the background check. Aren't you?