There are so many children on local buses, some of them must sit in the aisles, which is dangerous. And lunch rooms are so overcrowded, tables made for eight are seating 13 or more. That’s great for spreading colds and stressful enough that some don’t find time to eat.
Our country is not repaired, for if it was, our schools would have adequate teachers and buses, our kids would be receiving a world class education and our unemployed would have work.
Everyday states are passing more and more laws restricting the activities of their law abiding residents.
Where is the America of the songs and poems? Why is our country becoming a giant homeowners association that only cares about a few instead of the many? Who cares who someone loves? That should not be the government’s business. How dare states trump our constitution and take the plans and foresight of our forefathers and step on them. Shame, shame, shame on all of us for letting this happen.
When a state passes a law that says no resident may buy a 30-round magazine within the state borders but can bring one in and legally own it from another state, I have to question their sanity.
When a state thinks that criminals won’t commit crimes if it is harder to legally get a handgun, they are delusional, and yet we all pay.
Each and every law abiding citizen that pays their taxes and follows the rules loses a bit of freedom for each restrictive rule written.
Enough is enough.
Just because I don’t like to go fishing doesn’t mean I have the right to restrict others. Just because I may or may not agree with your lifestyle does not mean I have a right to pass judgment. Just because I’m different doesn’t mean anyone has the right to punish or banish me for deep down our hearts all beat the same.
I call the great United States of America my home for it is the home of the free and the brave. It’s time we let our voices be heard. We are not going to stand for nonsense. We are not cattle that can be controlled to the point of ignorance. We are each unique and special. We are each someone’s sister, brother, father, son, daughter or mother.
We are a great big collection of misfits who make this country great; and yes, we are all created equal.
Knowledge is power, so I ask you to use your knowledge and let your voices be heard.
Dorothy Royal is the owner of Surf City Guns and Ammo, mother of two wonderful children, ringmaster of a herd of miniature ponies and an avid member of the Surf City Writers Group and Topsail Book Club.
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