There was a post on our town’s Facebook page with one guy praising the Second Amendment. He talked about how he’d be proud to send anyone breaking into his house back out in a body bag. Then he posted a picture of his guns, and a couple of the other burly man guys started doing the same thing.
Not to be outdone, I posted a picture of a French war cannon and said “yeah, they get through my door and I’d have to fire. Sure she’s hard to aim, but they don’t return fire.”
This gun worship, this desire to shoot people, it’s beyond me. I understand wanting to protect yourself if someone breaks into your home, but this goes beyond that. This is the lust for blood, the need to murder another human being.
After I posted my picture (see below):

I just started laughing. It was so absurd on the face of it, but I couldn’t help it. I started giggling so hard my stomach hurt. Part of it was just laughing at the face of darkness, while the other part was just me realizing that while I love people, and I want to help people, I am not a part of this group. I am outside it, somewhat, on a different level. Not better, just different, but different enough to where the desire to kill someone, to bring harm to other human beings, is just alien to me.
So seeing these grown men and women thank God for the Second Amendment, posting pictures of their guns, and backslapping each other over sending people to the morgue just flipped the switch in my head that said “fuck it,” and so I did in my own way.
Vive la France.