... in how I respond to the same tired talking points. I used to extend the proverbial olive branch by saying, "look, no one wants massacres, so let's just try to keep the semi-automatics with ridiculous magazines out of the hands of people who will use them this way..." Every time, the response was something idiotic ranging from:
2nd Amendment freedum Murca
My rights, my rights, my rights
Who will protect us from the gubmint?
And I'd just shake my head and let it go. Last night was different. A family member called and this came up, and he's a gunhumper to the nth degree. I'm sure he was expecting my usual respectful tone, but he got the opposite.
I told him, as soon as he started with the inane crap above, to go fuck himself. That he was more loyal to a Russia-funded terrorist group than to the safety of my kids. That he's a gunhumper because his wife left him and he 'believes' this stupidity because he hopes that it adds a couple of inches to his tiny, emasculated penis. I wrapped it up by telling him that he's nearly as responsible for every dead kid/innocent victim in this country as the shooters. Finally, I told him once again to fuck off.
I'm done trying to debate these fuckers. I'm done trying to talk some sense into them. Hit them where it hurts - their tiny little penises. I haven't melted down like that for a long time, but fuck him - he deserved it and I'll ruthlessly stomp him every time I see him for quite some time now.
I have three small children. My wife is a dual citizen American/Canadian. With every one of these school massacres, our discussion about moving north gets just a bit more serious in tone. Part of me just wants to make sure my kids don't get murdered. Another part sorta wants to leave these nutballs to themselves. Maybe if they start killing each other, someone somewhere will figure out that this is madness, but that's probably a long shot too.
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