"Guns don't kill, People do", say the National Rifle Association in America, in the wake of Newtown, Connecticut.
In fact it is "People with Guns" that kill, and if you take the guns out of that sentence there is no problem and no meaningful form of words.
I spent some time looking at a Walmart display of Guns in one of their mammoth superstores in Maryland. The guns and ammunition were displayed, incongruously located between tennis balls and prophylactics.
I watched a giant man, with slicked black hair much taller than my 6 ft. 2.... but wearing a dress and looking down upon ammunition; ...ammunition so resplendent and so enticing, displayed in a cabinet that might otherwise have showcased diamond encrusted Swiss wrist watches or other desirable objects.
I make no judgement upon that giant transvestite who had more right than me to bare arms because I was after all an alien from Leigh upon Sea, and he may well have been a native Indian, albeit with a harmlessly misplaced hormone.
However, he coveted arms, and I despised them.
Behind the display of ammunition was a wall mounted display of arms fit for a garrison of misfits that might be attracted to such weaponry, for whatever reason.
There would of course be significant cultural differences on this one issue, and it does not please me to be on the side of the new British CNN anchor, Piers Morgan, who has made waves on this issue. I would rather have spent an evening with a Red Indian dressed in Vivien Westwood than breathe the same air of Piers Morgan.
On this page is a link to the Walmart catalogue where there is even a pink rifle for the little lady, ...or a mother, ...or the mother.