Letter To An American Gun Lover
December 3, 2015
If you’re an American gun lover, I’m not going to argue with you today. I’m not going to exchange news articles and opinion pieces and stat graphics. I’m not going
If you’re an American gun lover, I’m not going to argue with you today. I’m not going to exchange news articles and opinion pieces and stat graphics. I’m not going
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
Paris is bleeding. We know little more than this with any certainty, and yet this is the only thing we really need to know right now. It is more than
“How long has it been? When is he going to get over that grief and move on already?” I get it. I know you might be thinking that about me or about someone
If you’re an American gun lover, I’m not going to argue with you today. I’m not going to exchange news articles and opinion pieces and stat graphics. I’m not going
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
Paris is bleeding. We know little more than this with any certainty, and yet this is the only thing we really need to know right now. It is more than
“How long has it been? When is he going to get over that grief and move on already?” I get it. I know you might be thinking that about me or about someone