As I was leaving a restroom today (yes, even fictional spirit-guides must occasionally relieve themselves) I noticed something written on the wall.
It was not a poem such as:
Here I sit upon the pot
giving birth to a DUmmie on this spot.
Smelly and ugly inside and out
except for silence, a DUmmie no doubt.
Nor was the writing a phone number.
Nor was the writing about having a "good time" or some other activity.
The writing was actually a simple question. A question, that I think, should be pondered.
It read:
If guns are the problem why are there not more shootings at gun shows?