Guns kill people. Stop them. Demand a plan
Here’s mine: hitch the next Kansas tornado back to Oz, find that presumptuous twee wizard in his silly little suit, and demand that bitch take back the hearts and brains he’s been handing out to inanimate objects over the years. Because while his playing God may have worked out well for a scarecrow and a tin man, it turned suddenly self-aware guns into fucking roving gangs of psychopaths that need to be stopped. By laws. Decreeing they stop.
Which I guess kind of makes the whole “going back to Oz” thing superfluous. But, you know. It’s the thought that counts.
So. Do you have plan?