It’s so foreign to me, wanting to own a gun, especially the kind you’d use in a war. I don’t know why, but shooting just doesn’t appeal to me. I did it that one time with Lisa, and don’t feel the need to ever do it again. People on YouTube blow away bowling balls and old toaster ovens in their back yards, and I just don’t get it. I’ve never thought to stalk and kill my own food. I don’t worry that a race war is coming and I need to arm myself in advance of it. Nor am I concerned that an escaped psychopath is going to break down my front door in the middle of the night. Things like that clearly happen, but I’d just as soon prepare by having a back door. Where I live now, in the U.K., it’s hard to get a rifle and next to impossible to secure a handgun. Yet somehow, against all odds, British people feel free. Is it that they don’t know what they’re missing? Or is the freedom they feel the freedom of not being shot to death in a classroom or a shopping mall or a movie theatre?

tacocat:

This kind of liberal humor is great when it connects. And potentially a series of dad joke level riffs that have extended the career of Paula Poundstone indefinitely.

Full disclosure: I can find myself listening to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, but I hate myself while I do it. Peter Seagal has some good zingers. Fight me, bro!

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