To misquote Harold Hill’s line “I count the hours I spent with a gun in my hand as golden” overstates the situation greatly, but before I got bored with them, I played with firearms, and here are some of the things I shot at and one I didn’t:
I never in my life imagined it would be amusing to do this:
It’s necessary training for people whose jobs require that they be able to literally shoot people, and I want them to be good at it when circumstances so demand.Â The ones I have known didn’t enjoy the fact or drool at the prospect.
Many amusements abstract killing other people into a game to a greater or lesser degree : chess, paintball fights, fencing; none of them activates my disgust center. Increasingly realistic computer games are another story, and I’d classify them with this unspeakable public behavior of a presidential candidate. Especially one who prattles about the value of every life and wallows in his devotion to a religion that condemns the death penalty. Never mind “pretend it’s Obama,”Â those silhouettes are pretending to be people, as a tin can or concentric circles do not.