Either way it's 'Merica

So we've endured our first mass shooting of the week, and I'm starting to think that there's this one thing that maybe both sides of the gun debate aren't considering well enough. And it's not just where did all of the Super Soakers go (wtf?). It's more that, at any moment, any regular-seeming, gun-legal American could become a crazy person. Not just a look, I'm wearing a Mickey leotard and my hair is spiky, and my tongue is out, and I'm naked on a wrecking ball crazy. But an I want to rip you up and feed you to my pigeons crazy. Like, if I had a gun on me right now, I'd pull it out and shoot you and your turn-at-a-no-turn-on-red-intersection ass. The gun nuts (nuts, I think is an appropriate word -- I am nuts about picking my toes, and I would fight good and hard to keep this right, should the right for Americans to pick their toes no matter what ever be made into an Amendment, but the fact remains: I know that how often my toes are bleeding is unacceptable) want all the guns n' stuff, all the time. The Mounds (sometimes you feel like a nut...) would rather limit the guns n' stuff people can have, which, like it or not, would probably result in fewer prematurely dead people. The Mounds would also like to limit who can have these things. And that, really, is the hairy drain: there will be some point[s] in every person's life when said person should not have access to a firearm. There will always be gabiliondy-round magazines, Terminator IV weapons in which to put them, and people who are willing to shoot them at other people. But there will also be people who seem perfectly calm and happy until their team fumbles in the end zone. There will always be people who like the Eagles, and people who don't like the Eagles. There will always be people who start watching "Lost," then finish watching "Lost." There will always be people who live next door to people playing loud oom-pah music. There will always be people who have to wait for other people to write checks at the grocery store. There will always be people who eat other peoples' Cheetos. For the time being, the problem is that there will always be people. So we either get rid of all of the guns ever and live "The Walking Dead" with Whopper-eating zombies, or we watch the fuck out. Either way, we'll have to live our dream in 'Merica.