Tera! Tera! Tera!
I hear you, man.
So over the weekend, I hooked up with my officer ninja brother. There was another gun show in town at SF's Cow Palace. And while I've gone to the range with my brother on occasion, never before have I had the opportunity to experience the anthropologist's wet dream of a genuine gun show - and all the elements that attracts. Yes, even in bleeding liberal pro-terrorist San Francisco.
So I got past the NRA sign-ups as I entered. Friendly folks with generally good hearts and all, but I also saw a lot of people who don't/didn't really have much of a future. Not a valedictorian in the lot. These were not the sharpest tools in the shed.
There's the bumper sticker guys. A lot of villifying illegal immigrants. It's good to know that the motivators behind groups like the KKK are still alive and well in society. (Hey, racial profiling does prevent crime!) And of course it was only a coincidence that the mock Nazi uniforms were on sale nearby.
Oh, and it wouldn't be complete without the free bibles next to my shooting glasses. Don't get me wrong -- I am not against gun ownership. My wife's family have run farms and I'm used to them. And I have nothing against the religious prosthelitizing. Freedom of religion and all. But can someone explain to me why the two must somehow go together? Not that Guns For God should be mutually exclusive, but to have any sort of linkage at all seems about as reverent as Pampers and beer.
And the terrorist body bag gag... cute. But since when has Saddam Hussein gone off the Islamic religious handle and instructed young men to strap C-4 explosives to their chests? Do they need to start giving out instructions in newspapers for how to read them and understand them now?
It did raise a question...the vitriolic reaction to terrorists and illegal immigrants that seemed wholly disproportional to the threat seemed to really push these people's buttons. The way that my PETA-freak mom will yawn when the news reports that a three-year-old was run over by a car, but she'll go into hysterics when it's a three-year-old dog. (Terrorists piss me off, but the stats are that I am more likely to die from an asteroid collision than a terrorist attack -- and not an anti-asteroid T-shirt or belt buckle was to be found there.)
Hmmm. Let's see... these people are into the heavy prosthelitizing of religion combined with a love of weaponry. Hmmm. Who else does that make me think of??... Maybe... Terrorists??!
Nah... that would make them a lot alike. And we know that's impossible.
God bless America.
(The trip was a success, however. My brother bought four bayonetes as Christmas gifts for his friends.)
