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A question for Y'all

I’m gonna put my self out there and ask a question. A tough question that we all need to look into. This one is to those who knew me in the bad old days. Yeah, those days when I was arrested for beating the mother of my daughter. Yeah those days when I was doing drugs that were illegal. Yeah those days when I crashed my bike going to work when I was too fucked up to do anything but do more drugs.

I have a military background. I like to wear Cami IUBs and boots. I am fascinated by all things military, guns, stealth, Patriotism.

DO YOU TRUST ME TO BUY AND CARRY A GUN OF ANY SORT?

Because I CAN! I can get a weapon, the same as the idiot in Las Vegas. Just like the stooge from Sutherland Springs, Dallas.


DO YoU TRUST A SYSTEM THAT ALLOWS SOME ONE LIKE ME to purchase guns like that?

THINK.
Please think about it.

Think hard, because our safety and the integrity of our WONDERFUL country NEED you to understand the consequences of your thought…

I am Neil M. Turner. I Lived in Atlanta, GA.


Think hard, you advocates of no kind of Gun Control.

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