It's really frustrating, because I like guns. Target shooting, skeet, hunting... it's all clean fun I grew up with. But man... we just can't stop killing each other (and ourselves) with them.
To me, a gun is a heavily respected thing. Clean it, keep bullets locked away, never let anyone unsupervised near them. Hell, my wife talked me into getting rid of ALL of them when we had young kids in the house, and any other kids that came over, we were sure to assure their parents that there were no guns there. Because being safe is numero uno. Surely, though, we have to be able to find a reasonable balance? It shouldn't be so damned hard.