It's astounding. The limits to which gun fetishists will stretch credulity, reason, and logic to support their morbid and almost sexual attraction to the instruments of death that deliver their "fix". Most of them must realize, deep down, that they actually don't and honestly can't control them, keep them safe, and hoard them without risk, but like all addictions, the "fix" overpowers all.

The deflections are absurd. The one I'm thinking of today is profoundly stupid and it essentially involves drawing the gun control proponent into a detailed discussion of what amounts to technical trivia regarding individual weapons. We say ban "military style" weapons, and they trot out muzzle velocities, and weird acronyms like MOA (which, of course, they only recently learned in one of their heated online blue steel trysts with other gun polishers), or they'll spin long and factless diatribes about how a nearly exact replica of our Nation's standard issue small arm isn't "particularly lethal". That's compared to, I don't know, a fucking Howitzer or something, and somehow, all of this minutia and the fact that they personally peg this particular  weapon on the "lethality" scale  somewhere near that of a non-floured rolling pin obviates the debate that guns do in fact kill a shit-load of people.

My favorite, and the gun fetishists most offered, conclusion to the trivia or "body of knowledge" deflection is that if the gun control proponent can't discuss the same intimate specifications in steamy detail, they're simply not qualified to have an opinion or offer any input on the subject of gun control. Yes, folks, that's right. If you don't spend hours pouring over the centerfold interview from Guns and Ammo every month, "you don't know what you're talking about", so you're irrelevant, illogical, and unwelcome.

Uhm, yeah. I don't know what the exact displacement of cylinder #3 is in a 2011 Cadillac STS, and I don't know what its exhaust manifold pressure should be at 1300 RPM, but I know that I don't want any 10 year old child to be able to drive one. Or get run over and killed by a drunk driving one. And I know that I want people who ride in them to wear seatbelts, and I know all kinds of other shit that I have opinions on with regard to public safety and that very same Cadillac. All without masturbating to Car & Driver.

So fuck you; we're going to talk about gun control. Gun control for overly-lethal weapons. Gun Control military style weapons. Gun control for unneeded magazine capacities and ammunition types, gun control for all manner of other weapons that serve no purpose other than to feed a Ramboesque fetish to kill another human being.

We're coming for the guns.