Most healthy accomplishments take lots of hard work and perseverance. Successful athlete, musician, artist, student, businessperson, social skills, etc. Except for those who are exceptionally gifted, most people have to work consistently to achieve such goals, and one will fail from time to time along the way – that’s just part of the process – but that’s part of what makes it so gratifying when one is finally skillful and successful.
Guns, on the other hand, give an extraordinary blast and feeling of power immediately to anyone, regardless of how weak, puny, cowardly, pimply, dorky or inept one may be. All you gotta do is pull the trigger and
You’ve got the most immense power in your hand, and with just the slightest twitch of your finger you can bring down giants. Or maybe not even giants, maybe just all those scumbags who treated you so poorly and mocked you and rejected you. Or maybe they didn’t even do that, but they think they’re so great and beautiful and successful and just look at them chatting it up all hoity-toity, like they’re something special, and they don’t even care about others who are less fortunate, they don’t even see you, don’t recognize you, and if they didn’t they’d surely spit on you and treat you like dirt.
But, HA, you’ve got that power. With just one tiny twitch you can bring them to their knees, begging for mercy. Not even that, with one tiny twitch you can make their heads explode, send their brains flying in the air. Let’s see who’s so great and beautiful then.
Heck, it’s simple. We’ve all seen a million times on the big screen, the macho dude striding casually up, raising his weapon and BLAM. . . splattered brains. Nothing to it. And if you’ve sat in your dark bedroom by yourself, curtains pulled tight, tired of masturbating to internet porn, and have played a few thousand hours of violent video games, cruising city streets blasting away pimps and whores and old ladies crossing the street and pretty young girls (who wouldn’t give you the time of day), then you’re all ready. All you need is a trenchcoat, a pair of black boots, a few of your dad’s guns (or the ones your mom bought for you cuz she felt badly about you being such a loner/loser) and a few hundred rounds of ammo and you’re ready to go.
Zero to Hero with no training, exercise, dedication, embarassment, humiliation or hard work. Just gather your gear and soon enough everyone will know your name and all those who thought they were better will be reduced to dust. Hooooaaahhhh.
I don’t mean to suggest that all gun owners are weak, cowardly, pimply, inept misfits. Not at all. Seriously, not at all. However, those who do fit that category may sometimes be drawn to guns for the instant immense power that it gives them, when they are otherwise completely powerless over all other aspects of their lives.