There have been many words, probably millions, written in the past couple of weeks after the  latest mass shooting in the United States. I debated whether I was going to contribute to the discussion, wrote a post and put it on the back burner, deciding that a few more days or weeks to percolate was best.

Today though I was thinking about the topic again. I don’t expect to see much change in the gun culture in the US in the foreseeable future. There is outrage, but no real desire for change – if there was it would have happened long ago.

Then I thought about this story, which in its own way makes a powerful statement about the need for firearms restrictions. Take it as your thought for the day. 

Hi, Sean, this is Alex from next door.

I have a confession to make. I have been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get up the courage to tell you face-to-face, but I am at least telling you in a text as I cannot live with myself a moment longer without you knowing. The truth is I have been sharing your wife, day and night when you’re not at home. In fact, quiet likely more than you. I haven’t been getting it at home recently, but I know that’s no excuse. The temptation was just awesome. I can no longer live with the guilt and hope that you will accept my sincerest apology and forgive me. It won’t happen again. Please suggest a fee for usage and I’ll pay you.

Greetings, Alex.

Neighbour Sean’s Response

Sean, feeling so angered and betrayed, then grabbed his pump rifle and shot his neighbour Alex dead. He returned home, poured himself a stiff drink, and sat down on the couch. Sean took out his phone where he saw a second message from Alex.

SECOND MESSAGE*

Hi, Sean, this is Alex from next door, again.

Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect that you figured it out and noticed that darned Auto-Correct changed “wi-fi” to “wife.” That’s today’s technology for you, hey?

Greetings, Alex.