FTA: Karl Kroger, a parent in Pierre, South Dakota, told a local television station: "As a father of a newborn, beautiful girl, the last thing I want to do is send her to a school where I know, or don´t know, who in the heck is going to be having a gun in that school."

This mentality is scary and all too common. Not only is his head in the sand, he says he wants it in the sand. I guess it escapes him that anyone could have a gun in that school any time. His little signs are no impediment to a criminal at all.

It´s funny, my dad grew up in this state. He used to bring a gun to school with him. Other kids did too. They leaned them up in the corner until school was over. After school, they went out into the pasture and shot the critters that dug holes and caused their cows to fall and get lame. This was one of his chores.

Note that the author is from L.A.

Was Sandy Hook a rural school? It took the cops at least 10 mnutes to get thereafter the first calls came in, and that was after the shooting started.

The liberals must be about to drop trou and let loose a squealing worm.

I was a 4th grader in 1955. My school was a three room, two grades per room, elementary school. We had three teachers, an aid or volunteer teachers assistant who also taught music, and a "Principal" who taught the 5th and 6th graders. The school was heated by glowing red coal fired pot bellied stoves, and cooled by open windows. Our playground was infested with critters we found to be fascinating, skunks, raccoons, tarantulas, millipedes and centipedes (to name a few). At recess, the teacher taking her/his turn at supervision would strap on a 7 shot .22 cal revolver and lead the way outside. Occasionally, a cry would be shouted, "Tarantual!" or what ever creepy thing was encroaching. The teacher would saunter over, all us boys gathering round, and unlimber the piece and shoot the nasty culprit - We would all cheer loudly-. Some one of the braver boys, usually one of the awe inspiring sixth graders, would then heft the dead beast on the end of a stick and show it around. For more joy, he would start to chase a screeching girl with it. The bell would ring, we would all file back into the building, the holster, gun and belt hung on a nail by the back door and classes would resume. No one ever got shot, no kid ever touched the gin, much less even thought of touching it- and life was good.

Today, a kid even comes to school with a photo of our President performing one of his favorite pastimes, skeet shooting (Yes- I´m being sarcastic) and the kids is suspended for two weeks, no matter how honorable his/her grades or behavior.

What a nasty, petty, fearful bunch of weaklings we have become.

#2, I grew up in Kansas and we did the same--guns in the cloak room. My youngest son told this to his teacher and was sent home with a note accusing son of being a liar because nobody has ever been allowed to take a gun to school. I had a pretty good time reaming the teacher and principal out while educating them about how many liberties we have lost.

Wonderful stories from responses #2 & 5!

Wonderful trip down memory lane with L-dotters. The Left has brought us nothing but a fear zone they call Utopia.

Kids better have a really good reason for not finishing their homework. ;)

"wear" guns? Again, the elite media shows their complete disconnect from reality. This will be like sequestration. Nothing will happen. The LA times, the Washington post, and that soon to be history bunch of plagiarists in NY will ignore it.

In the mid-´50s, I was on the high school rifle team. I could get on the bus with my Mossberg 22 with nary a thought and go to school, and put the rifle in the team´s weapons locker. We were smart enough and taught well enough to never carry a loaded weapon. Those days in western NC are long gone as are many of our freedoms.
By the way, I got my first rifle at Christmas when I was 10. My father and grandfather thought that I had enough training and field smarts to have my own weapon.