The old man loved it when Pulitzer Prize-winning columnists wrote what he’d been saying for years. The young redhead loved hearing the old man read aloud ideas she had spouted as recently as the previous day.
Here’s an excerpt from Eugene Robinson. “No hunter needs an AR-15 to bring down a deer. None of us needs such a weapon to defend our families against intruders. And for those who believe assault rifles offer protection against a hypothetical tyrannical government – or who perhaps consider the present government a tyranny – I have sobering news: If and when the black helicopters come, they will be accompanied by tanks.” Emphasis, the old man.
Of course, there was another opinion. Which didn’t seem to save lives, only sell more guns. And cause a shortage of ammo.
Ah, yes. The Second Amendment.
Perhaps strict Constitutional originalists might limit firearms to single-shot muskets.
Also, cross-bows and spear guns.
The old man had already stopped flying commercial. He avoided crowded restaurants, stopped going to the movie theater and eschewed the mall. But he would be damned before he’d quit dancing.