Editorials

The panic slipped away as I loaded my firearm. A small piece of me returned that day. I was obsessed.

So-called assault rifles account for just 2-7% of guns used in crimes. The bans are not about safety – they are about disarmament.

I wasn’t crazy. I was wounded. It took years to hear those words – and they changed everything.

The police chief was my abuser’s friend. The medical records never made it to court. Justice was never served.

I never said no. I was too afraid. More than 20 years later, this continues to be my biggest shame.

I told him I wanted to end the relationship. That was the moment hell became my new reality.

It didn’t happen in a dark alley. It happened behind closed doors, by someone who claimed to love me.

Charm. Isolation. Dependency. Abuse. Abusers follow patterns, not impulses – and I didn’t see it until it was too late.

Gun free zones don’t stop killers. They welcome them. A father’s fight to protect his daughter exposes a dangerous ideology.

She grew up with gunpowder and pine needles, learning to shoot before she could drive. She never imagined those skills would one day save her.