I’ve owned a now embarrassing number of guns. And murdered thousands of tin cans. Pistol league was my bowling night. Punching holes in paper with impunity a favorite night out. But 30 years ago the neighborhood gun shop was becoming a vile place and the politics shifted farther right than I ever imagined positive. 9 11 changed everything for me. My frequent lunch partner was the head of a local mosque. The evil he faced was astounding. My reaction was opposite of the haters that suddenly cleaned shops shelves of nearly every. caliber ammo. And I sold all of a substantial collection and gave the dollars to a local “unity” group of religulous leaders. Not being a god guy I saw them as a possible route to relax their hoards and religulous bigotry.
i never got around to selling of my related tools, but I’m once again moved. I really believed, post Dewey Canyon III that Amerika was making a seismic shift to kinder gentler times. Naivety. There’s no paradise.