Clarification: While I have nothing against hunters, who rely on rifles to “bag” food to feed their families, friends and themselves, my leniency does come to an absolute, abrupt halt at the point where / when so-called hunters  feed hungers of a non-nutritional nature,  declare Open Season on humankind and  arm themselves with take-no-prisoners firepower (the type that’d turn most sovereign nations’ olive drab, uniformed soldiers green with envy).
Preface: It is my own homeland’s gun sick denizens, who have triggered this post; seeing how nary a day goes by without multiple incidents of their gory gun violence (the type which maims and murders Elementary School aged children, church congregants, cineplex denizens, grocery store shoppers, time clock punchers, et al); seeing how, weeks in advance of Father’s Day, several Sporting Goods retailers have been snail mailing out their catalogs; all heavily loaded with images of deadly weaponry.
Oh, btw, some of their past advertising blitzes have aligned with Christmastime, too. Ya damned tootin’; nothing sez, “Happy Birthday Jesus” better than sociopaths shootin’ off their big guns, eh?
My state of mind (understandably loaded with contempt re this sorry state of affairs) also triggers…
Some loaded questions…
- Just how is it that guns have become such a widespread guy thing?
- Why do some males feel “incomplete” unless they are packing heat?
- Did my own father really need to buy his son cap guns and air-rifles?
Indeed, even while my age was still measured in single digits, I had become quite the BB-gun marksman; able to shoot down rows of tin-cans with rapid-fire precision. That I could manage to get a kick out of that, back in that bygone era, does amply demonstrate a magnitude of immaturity that, left unchecked, can and does easily mutate less disciplined kiddies into gun nut “growh-ups”; the very ilk that preys upon today’s Stateside society, as a (w)hole.
Luckily, I did grow / wise up sufficiently to no longer buy into my, otherwise, learned father’s dense indoctrination. Stated more positively I did evolve enough to totally lose interest; eventually developing such a distaste for firearms that, during a recent spring cleaning event, I realized that dealing with my utterly unwanted / unused boyhood “arsenal” was long overdue. That resulted in my opting to disassemble these weapons; spread out the actual disposal over the course of several garbage collection weeks (to reduce any chances of someone, someday, salvaging / reassembling them).
Some final thoughts, loaded questions, too…
- Who, in their right mind, would ever buy dear old Dad a gun as a Father’s Day present?
- How many newly armed Dads will wind up training crosshairs, perhaps, on you and me?
Be people Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!
HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:
Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!