Weaponry in the armory, a list:
Toy guns/swords/weapons in our house…
Double Skull Axe
Bow & Arrow
Winchester Rifle
M-16
Light Sabre
Granade
2 Small Water Pistols
Small Ray Gun
2 Revolvers
Dagger
Throwing Star
2 Orange Cowboy Pistols
Skull Sword
Ninja Dagger
3 Knight’s Swords
Billy Club
6 Large WaterPistols
3 Foam Dart Guns
2 Japanese Swords
2 Small M-16’s
2 Uzi Machine Guns
Pirate Sword
Pop Gun from Cabela’s
2 Ray Guns
Small Viking Sword
Camo Hand Gun
Boba Fett’s Ray Gun (not shown)
“Melt The Guns”
Written by Andy Partridge, performed by XTC
Programmes of violence,
As entertainment,
Brings the disease into your room.
We know the germ,
Which is man-made in metal,
Is really a key to your own tomb.
Prevention is better than cure,
Bad apples affecting the pure,
You’ll gather your senses I’m sure
Then agree to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
Children will want them,
Mothers supply them,
As long as your killers are heroes.
And all the media
Will fiddle while Rome burns,
Acting like modern-time Neros.
Prevention is better than cure,
Bad apples affecting the pure,
You’ll gather your senses I’m sure
Then agree to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
I’m speaking to the Justice League of America.
The U S of A,
Hey you,
Yes you in particular!
When it comes to the judgement day and you’re standing at the gates with your weaponry,
You dead go down on one knee,
Clasp your hands in prayer and start quoting me,
‘Cos we say…
Our father we’ve managed to contain the epidemic in one place, now,
Let’s hope they shoot themselves instead of others,
Help to civilize the race now.
We’ve trapped the cause of the plague,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
If we listen quietly we can hear them shooting from grave to grave.
You ought to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
October 17th, 2005 at 8:01 am
My God! I heard it was bad over there, but…shoo-wee!
October 18th, 2005 at 8:24 am
Wow, it always surprises me have little boys want guns before they even know what they are. My nephew was holding sticks up and making shooting noises before he could really talk. I wanna say that i wont give my kids any toy guns, i know i will at least try not to.
October 18th, 2005 at 8:26 am
It all started with a little water pistol in a birthday party “goodie-bag”…and has been downhill ever since.
It’s true though - little boys will turn anything into a gun. Even my favorite toy of his - Lego - has been fashioned into a gun.
October 26th, 2005 at 11:22 am
thats a pretty impressive collection of plastic weapons. you could have your own army! you could OWN THE NEIGHBORHOOD!
October 27th, 2005 at 5:37 pm
What a fine collection of wonderfully coloured plastic war toys!
Though a pacifist myself, I could never resist a nicely sculpted plastic ray gun.
October 28th, 2005 at 12:38 pm
Got daughters. No weapons. For each of your weapons, though, we’ve got four or five dollies. I’m convinced I’m going to break my neck tripping over one someday…so come to think of it, maybe there’s little difference…
November 16th, 2005 at 3:29 pm
My paternal grandfather, who is best remembered among my family for consistently being wrong (as well as for losing his trigger finger in an “accident” the day after Peal Harbor) once predicted that by the time I was a big boy of the age of seven all toy guns would be outlawed (outlaw toy guns and only toy outlaws will be able to rob toy stores with them!). I’m now seven-times-seven-years-old and my grandfather’s prediction about toy guns, as well as his prediction about “those coloreds taking over everything” has yet to come to pass. Anyway, when I pointed out to my grandfather that I was not only NINE-years-old, but that such a ban wouldn’t affect me in the least, since I didn’t own any toy guns or a time machine with which to transport them two years into the past, the old man looked at me like I’d just asked his opinion of the new pink frock I’d just purchased with the money I’d made selling heroin to blind orphans. Speaking of the blind, my grandmother was a “Sightless American”; so she simply gasped loudly at the horrific revelation that I didn’t own any toy guns*.
So where am I going with this? I didn’t own any guns because, when I was a kid, the Vietnam War was being fought nightly on my TV screen. Each evening’s newscast featured at least ten minutes of rice paddies littered with the bodies of both American and Viet-Cong soldiers. What kid in his right mind would want to play War after seeing that? “So you want me to practice at being a soldier so that one day I can find myself face-down in an irrigation ditch? Thanks, but I gotta stay intact for the day when those coloreds take over everything: I’m kind of looking forward to that.” Even a kid as dumb as I was is able to put two and two together. Show a kid footage of a house-fire and then leave him alone in a room with a book of matches. Not only won’t he go near ‘em, but he’ll burst into tears every time he hears the word “match”. And that’s how it should be, damn it.
Now, there were kids in my neighborhood whose parents wouldn’t let them watch the carnage on the evening news (To be honest, this didn’t take much persuading as most kids would rather watch the grass grow a news broadcast. While I’m riding the honesty train, I should point out that my parents never encouraged me to watch the news: they didn’t discourage me either. They had sort of a laissez faire approach to parenting; which means that as long as the police didn’t come to the door, I was pretty much free to do as I pleased). These kids not only owned toy arsenals and played war, but were often cruel to animals to boot. While it’s tempting to think that these junior-Himmlers are currently stationed in Iraq trying to beat a confession out of kitten, the vast majority of them eventual developed into decent adults. But I’m willing to bet that, to-a-man, they ALL support the War. And that’s were I’m going with this.
We’ve sanitized war with the help of smart bombs, embedded reports, gold star moms, and getting your “boys” kicked up to throat-level by some Lyndie England wannbe for even thinking about those flag-draped coffins filling the cargo hold of a C-47 transport plane. Our nation has been “playing War” for so long that we’ve lost sight of the real face of armed conflict: you know, legless orphans and other image that I’m failing to do my patriotic duty of supporting our troops by even mentioning.
We need to get back to showing the horrors of warfare and then you’ll see little boys put down their guns. You might also see adults think twice before putting soldiers, many just a few years past childhood, in harm’s way.
* As a child, my favorite toy was “Major Matt Mason”: sort of a GI Joe in space. I guess he fulfilled my White Male lust for colonizing things that those coloreds would eventually take over.
April 23rd, 2006 at 3:35 pm
You should think about guns though,I mean we would of lost the Vietnam War or World War 2 witout guns.
September 16th, 2006 at 3:05 pm
ill will buy the winchester rifle for 8 pound
February 23rd, 2008 at 6:12 pm
Well I had toy guns and I’m anti war anti voilence just like most people, I think the only thing that might realy give a kid an issue with guns is denying them them if they really want them. pow pow! buddabudda!