You might have noticed that since I started this blog not too terribly long ago there has been a bit of a recurring theme. I'm not too fond of gun control nor of the more strident voices on either side of the debate. I define strident voices, in this case, as those who yell, scream, cover their ears, shout down their opposition, lie, etc. Unfortunately, we have such voices on both sides. They really annoy me.
It was while thinking about this today (right after being accused of essentially longing for and fantasizing about armed revolt against our government by a person who could have learned otherwise by merely asking me a question) that I happened to remember Romeo and Juliet (more on this later).
I've come to a conclusion. As I've indicated before, there are some gun rights people who fantasize about armed revolt. I believe most of these have no idea what they're proposing, the horrors it would present or the inability to control the outcome of a rebellion. Do I think some of them sincerely see no alternative? Sure. I also think the vast majority of them are living in some fantasy land that bears little resemblance to the world most of us inhabit. In their fantasies, they don't get shot (or if they do, they either recover or die gloriously), their friends and families don't suffer horribly and the good guys win. And, again, some of these guys want this crap.
Likewise, I've come to believe there are gun control folks who want the same revolt, albeit for different reasons. The pain, the death, the chaos and suffering will all confirm, no prove as true, what they've been saying about us pro-gun rights people all along. I can hear it now. "See, we told you they were dangerous. We told you how unstable they were, how vital it was to disarm them before something like this could happen." These are some of the same folks who believe the gun manufacturers might like such a thing, since they (gun manufacturers) have a vested interest in making sure guns are supplied to criminals.
Egad. Enough, already. On to R and J. I don't care which group you call Montague or Capulet. Just after Tybalt stabs Mercutio...
Mercutio: "...A plague a' both your houses"