All of us --who have been around hunters --have known hundreds of people who just like the idea of lurking and crunching around in the dim, dark woods hoping to get a deer.
There's also the bunch who wade knee-deep in grass following the dogs, waiting for the birds to rise.
There are others prepared to sit for hours in a cramped blind to have a single chance at firing a shotgun in the direction of some tourist ducks.
None of them will display the kind of obsessive-compulsive paranoid behavior we have come to identify with the gun-nut. (Unless you ask some of the deer hunters to tell you what's in that foul-smelling stuff they are dripping on the trees, but that sauce is a personal secret.)
The gun-nut needs to have weapons in the same way that a junkie needs a fix. One is never enough, the next one needs to be bigger, faster, stronger and they need to be able to obtain these weapons with as much privacy as possible, that creates a better possession buzz, hence their most vociferous protests against any process that would allow law enforcement speedy tracking of the movements of weapons from person to person.
As with other junkies, they really are victims of their pushers, the gun dealers, the guys who make sure there is another weapon to possess,
no matter how wacko the buyer might be, or in whose criminal hands such weapons may end up.
Oh, they, the dealers, are sure sorry about the young cop who was shot twice in the face the other day by ANOTHER handgun out of the ****-all-of-you-nosey-Yankees-State of Virginia, but no, they will not stop selling guns to the gangs because then they would have to stop selling guns to the gun-nuts.
Joe(see? It's commerce. Right, Ted? Right, Mr. LaPierre?)Nation