I love the city of Pittsburgh. I have friends and family there. I spent 3 great years, working in and around the city, playing music and making records. I lived on the east side of the city, in a relatively tough part of town and I never had any problems. When something good or bad happens to a place you love, you feel it. You feel it in your heart, your mind and your soul; you feel it tugging at the memories that you carry inside you. I was friends with police officers from the east side of the city. They knew me and I knew them. Their job was to protect and to serve, my job was to play music, and I mourn the loss of the officers killed in the line of duty, in the city that I love, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Richard Andrew Poplawski told his friends that he was afraid President Obama would take away his guns, take away his right to defend himself. At this time, it appears that Mr. Poplawski is not allowed to own any guns, due to his being dishonorably discharged from the service, in his case the United States Marine Corps. Mr. Poplawski was reportedly an avid supporter of the 1st and 2nd amendment, but apparently he had little regard for the Federal Law that prohibits ownership of firearms for those who are dishonorably discharged from military service. No guns for you Mr. Poplawski. President Obama was not going to take your guns Mr. Poplawski, because you are not allowed to own them. So, where did you get your AK-47? Where did you get your handguns? Did you buy them; was it before you where dishonorably discharged or did you get someone to buy them for you? Either way, you should not have had them, it is against the law. We live in a country of guns and that is not going to change, but we also live in a country of laws and that is not going to change either. So Mr. Poplawski, I hope you get a fair trial, by a jury of your peers, and I hope that you serve the rest of your life in jail, not for breaking the Federal Law that says citizens, who are dishonorably discharged from the military, cannot own firearms, but for breaking society’s law, for breaking God’s law, that says, you shall not commit murder.
Neighbors and friends, villagers and others, assembled last night for competitions of luck and skill. Down to the Bynum General Store — once hopping with old-timers and Federally-funded as a post-office, then quieted by Jerry’s retirement, now variously revived for community gatherings like this — we played Jan’s homemade 
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